Status effect + Twisting, but for only one of the Razzle and Dazzle duo <3
give my muse a status effect | always accepting . unfortunately .
he doesn't know what happened .
dazzle doesn't know a lot, it feels, as he reflects in the short amount of time he has . he's unsure as to why razzle was so insistent on doing a solo, and the tragedy mask is uncertain as to why he agreed . he doesn't know why it had all changed so suddenly, razzle's demeanor . a drop in the smile, a lowering of the tone . some look of unnatural sadness . of fear in their eyes . all before returning to something of a trademark smile .
āĀ Ā it was terrifying .
and it feels like a blur . erratic movement ; the cracking of the mask, the scuffle ensued -- the cracking of his own mask and the consequent deterioration of his vision . the splitting headache, the burning sensation āĀ it hurt . the silence as razzle finally falls still and quiet, the only sound to note being that of distantly whirring machinery .
and for a moment, he is certainly alone . it's just him, for once, and the sound of his own labored breathing . and then,, panic sets in . what do they do ?
because out of everything he doesn't know, he's certain on this . razzle's twisted ā dazzle knows that look, the crazy glint in their eyes and the recklessness of it all . saw as his brother turned on him, just as mindless as any twisted not attached to him . and realistically, he shouldn't be far behind, right ? they share a body, and they share their ailments . and dazzle isn't stupid enough to think this'd be any different . oh god .
neither of them is getting off of this floor .
shoulders drop and knees lock . dazzle sits, slumped,, as a shared chest heaves . it's hard to draw a proper breath, not when your world is collapsing inwards . and so he shakes, panicked . wondering . how long until razzle stirs,, until they're a stumbling mess . until they're chasing after whatever unfortunate toons wind up on this floor . how long until they're both monsters ?
dazzle isn't resilient . he isn't brave . his knees get shaky whenever it's his floor,, he likes to stay away from the action . he shuts his eyes as tight as he can when razzle distracts . he's not brave,, not one bit . he's a coward . but he doesn't like the idea of turning into a beast, even if he can't stop it .
there has to be something, right ? something to - help ? to make them less of a threat ? if nothing can be done for them, then, the others, perhaps ?
a shambled push up, back to his feet, a resolution is enough to focus on while he dwells on their plight . a flinch, as razzle sways in their unconsciousness . this is awful . steps are stumbled . he can hardly see . his head hurts . they're dying, essentially . his brother is dead, in some way, he might as well be dead . this is a death sentence . all of those faux deaths at the hands of the twisteds couldn't compare . and everything is miserable ā it's like in the novels he reads, the tragedies . and just like those, there's no one coming to help them . but maybe he can aide the others in some worthwhile way . maybe this is how dazzle can be brave, for once in his life .
he doesn't know how long he wanders . avoiding the other shambling twisteds . they leave him alone, even when they do cross paths ā offering nothing more than a gurgled noise of recognition . he's gonna be sick . this is awful .
it's a marvel, when he eventually stops, hovering over something he damn near tripped over . a cinderblock . dusty and useless . he tries to give it a pull . no budging . this'll do . this'll have to do . and so it begins . shaky, oh so shaky hands, taking ribbons tight in their hands . this is awful . yet still, he continues forth . tied once . and again . and again, and again, and again, and again . 'till dazzle's lost count and the two-toned hands are raw from his insistence . 'till it feels like his chest will give in as it heaves, slow-creeping panic discarded as best as he can . though, that isn't to say much . dazzle's best hasn't ever been enough, and the way he shudders is more than enough to prove it .
ā finally, he tries to pull away . to pull them from the cinderblock .
no budging . this'll do .
a quiet thud, as he sits down, razzle's only piece of mask swinging for a moment, before falling still . dazzle stares, wondering (could this've been deterred ? what happened ?). though, he knows there's not much to do, knowing what comes next . he's read enough books like this . unsalvageable endings . he'd like to cry . maybe pray to something that isn't there . but dazzle knows better than anybody that it won't change a thing . they'll die here . together .
