Jurassic World: Chaos Theory Fanfic
Plot: Casey, Brooklynn, Darius, Ben, and Yasmina are suddenly captured by Biosyn soldiers... and something crazy happens to the five, which makes Yasmina remember about Sammy and Casey about his lost love.
Potential Season 4 fic featuring my OC (Heavily based off an episode of Helluva Boss)
Rated: T/M (Drugs, language, horrific dreams/memories, mostly Yaz and my OC Casey trip major balls)
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Casey felt as though it had been only yesterday when he, Ben, Brooklynn, Darius, and Yasmina were charged with a daring mission to stop the operations of Biosyn, while Sammy and Kenji went the other way to get to Bumpy. The tension had filled the air as they approached the aerospace, but in a cruel twist of fate, they were quickly ambushed upon spotting one of the men lurking in the shadows. Now, they found themselves trapped in the cramped confines of a dimly lit van, their wrists bound tightly with durable rope and tape stuck to their mouths, rendering them helpless. The uncertainty weighed heavily on them. Had they been successful in getting Smoothie back to Bumpy, or had they been too late?
A sinister laughter erupted from their captors, filling the van with a chilling sense of power that hung thick in the air. One of the men, burly with an unkempt beard and a menacing grin, clutched his gun with an iron grip, his eyes gleaming with malice towards Brooklynn. "Well, well, well… If it ain't Brooklynn, Ms. Santos' pet project," he sneered, his mocking tone sending shivers down Casey’s spine.
One of the men ripped off Brooklynn’s gag, and she scowled, anger fueling her fire right now. “I’m not talking.”
Casey bit off his gag with his raptor teeth underneath and turned to face the men. "YOU BETTER NOT HURT SMOOTHIE!!!"
"Oh, so that's what that thing is called?" the burly man smirked. "And don't worry, I know about your friends looking for the ankylosaurus. I'll take great pleasure in making them suffer."
The five of them stood there, eyes wide with a mix of fear and disbelief. Casey was practically sweating bullets, trying to find any way to slip out of the situation, but it felt like he was stuck in quicksand. Darius and Ben were struggling too, their frustrated grunts echoing the panic buzzing in the air, but no matter how hard they pulled, it was like trying to escape a vice grip.
Yasmina, on the other hand, seemed lost in her thoughts, casting worried thoughts over Sammy. It was kinda surprising, honestly. Why was she so wrapped up in concern for someone who was supposed to be her ex-girlfriend?
Brooklynn had her only hand tied to the pole, struggling and breathing heavily, and finally breaking the tension. “No! Please don’t do this!” she pleaded, her voice shaky but resolute. “I’ll hand myself over to Biosyn! Just please, don’t hurt my friends!”
The man stepped out, and so did the soldiers. "You actually care about the little beast that was in that egg?" he kept his grin. "A pity… You didn't warn them in time."
The thugs then closed the trailer door, the slam echoing across the metal walls. Casey gasped, and then there was a hissing sound. The five looked to see green gas coming out from an exhaust pipe and surrounding the room. Yasmina was the first to fall, and then Darius, and next was Ben, then Brooklynn, and finally Casey, his head falling limp. He felt his eyelids getting heavy... and he fell unconscious, his snoring being the last sound he heard in his muffled ears as he succumbed to the gas.
Casey woke up in a place that felt completely unfamiliar. It was neither the truck, Biosyn, nor even Costa Rica. The scene around him was oddly unique— soft candles flickered in the darkness, casting a deep blue glow that enveloped everything in an otherworldly light. As Casey took in his surroundings, he realized he was wearing a sharp black and white suit, complete with a jabot elegantly attached to the collar. This was definitely the strangest turn in this entire journey so far.
Curious, he began to walk around— the sound of his footsteps echoing softly through the void. Each step felt heavy, as if he were moving through thick air. The blue light danced on the walls. As he explored, a deep sense of wonder mixed with confusion filled him. Where was he, and how had he ended up here?
"Yaz? Darius? Ben? Brooklynn?" Casey coughed up some mist that sprayed out of nowhere. "Guys, I can't see you. God, this smells awful," he then noticed the orchestra playing from somewhere. "What's that music? Yaz, is that you? Is this a prank? This better be a prank--"
“‘TIS NOT A PRRRANK, BITCH!” Yasmina’s voice echoed, deeper than usual and rolling her R's.
Casey turned around as the mist and smoke around him parted. The fog began to lift, revealing Yasmina seated at an old, ornate organ, her fingers dancing gracefully over the keys. She was dressed in an elegant black suit that hugged her figure, highlighted by a dramatic cape that billowed behind her as if caught in a breeze. A white porcelain mask covered half her face, making her look like a phantom.
Nearby, Darius stood tall, transformed into a golden candlestick. His eyes gleamed mischievously from the top of the candlestick. Beside him, Ben had taken on the appearance of a clock, complete with a round face and watchful eyes that shifted from side to side. And, strangely enough, Brooklynn was shaped like the organ itself, her face affixed to the front, adorned with intricate details that mimicked the wooden finish of the instrument.
“Yaz?!” Casey then became puzzled, turning to Yasmina. “Why do you sound like that?”
“Because YOU, my prrrrrecious little rrrraptor boy, are TRRRIIPPING BAAAAALLLLS!”
A spotlight shone over Casey, and he grabbed a candle. What? Was he really tripping balls, all because of the gas sprayed into the truck? He never tried acid, mushrooms, or DMT. This was a bad trip. He climbed up the staircase, the candle flickering with its bright flame. He eyed the mysterious hallucination of Yasmina, and he scowled.
"Yaz, why are you like this?" Casey sighed. "Wait... Is this your way to getting me to talk about April?"
"Yeeeeeeeesssss!" Yasmina dramatically said.
Casey sighed again. "If you wanna talk, can you promise me one thing?"
"🎵 Yes, biiiiiiitch.🎵" Yasmina sang, playing more on the organ.
"Okay... I'll talk." Casey sighed. He gripped the candlestick and spoke out, “First of all, FUCK YOU!”
“Whaat?!?” Yasmina turned to him.
“Whatever you’re trying to do, it's not working. I'm not scared!" Casey stood his ground. "I'm not scared of you or anyone else! You can't stop me from talking about April!"
"How darrrrre you?!!" Yasmina shouted, her voice echoing and making the void shake. "You lost April, and you don't want to share your feelings?!?! IT'S BEEN YEARS AND THAT MADE YOU SHUT YOURSELF AWAY FROM EVERYONE!!"
The void shook more, and Casey wondered why he was being tortured like this. First, Yasmina looked like someone from Phantom of the Opera, and now there's talk about April. Casey questioned it, but Yasmina ignored him. He then beamed up and realized something.
“Wait a minute…If you’re here tormenting me…" he gasped. "...Then I must be torturing you in your dream!”
Yasmina appeared in...nothingness. She noticed where she was and that she was completely naked and her hair loose. She felt paralyzed with fear, slapping her hands over herself to cover her shame, and then noticed sand flowing on the ground. Suddenly, she noticed herself in a flowing black abaya and hijab. She was in modest Muslim clothing, and it brought back so many bad memories of her childhood. She then turned to see herself in the middle of a destroyed town. Where was she? Was this really a dream or something? Suddenly, she heard jets roaring and flying in the sky, raining missiles from above.
The missiles flew and struck the town, making buildings explode. Yasmina screamed as the debris rained above her. It reminded her of her childhood, which she wants to forget immediately after being reminded. She found the same door she walked through in the distance. She needed to get to that door.
She attempted to run, but she tripped. She suddenly realized that she was wearing an abaya, essentially a long-sleeved ankle-length dress. She remembered how her mom ran with this piece of fabric on-- grabbing the hem of the abaya and holding it as she picked up the pace.
She finally made it through the door and suddenly appeared in that neighborhood in Wyoming, right when the dinos broke free and attacked people who were becoming her new friends. She instantly remembered everything that happened and nearly started to cry, the clear water prickling her eyes.
Suddenly, a blob of blood morphed and became a doodle of Casey— something that Sammy would draw whenever she didn’t have much to draw with. The doodle was more of much a stick figure with clothes attached, and wearing Casey’s face. The doodle’s face frowned and then started speaking, much to Yasmina’s confusion and horror.
“I am merely a victim of your and Samantha’s behavior!” Doodle-Casey said in a British accent that was coming through a crappy radio-like quality. “It’s not my fault if Brooklynn revealed herself to be working with the Broker, and you all cannot seem to make your own decisions while processing this!”
“Wait, why are you talking like that?” Yasmina asked, struggling with her clothes. “The fuck does that even mean??”
“I’m merely speaking plain English.” Doodle-Casey retorted. “Perhaps you should have cracked open a dictionary sometime before your studies in Wyoming, and maybe then you’ll understand the frivolous things I have to say…”
The rambling of Doodle-Casey suddenly went silent, but his mouth still moved. A screeching noise that sounded like a bleep suddenly filled Yasmina's ears, and she clenched them shut while she closed her eyes.
A visage of April suddenly appeared behind Casey. Her red hair flowed, and she gave a smile with her lips that were the color of her hair. Casey looked at her, but quickly looked away-- he knew April wasn't real, just a hallucination. He then felt cold hands on his shoulders and knew that it was the figment of April. He then sensed cold kisses on his neck, and he felt his hands morphing into claws.
He then heard echoes all across his ears, all of Dr. Wu's abuse, the bad decisions he's made over the course of being on Nublar, and also the dinosaurs. He screamed and pushed April away. He shouted and yelled as he confronted Yasmina, who continued to play the piano.
"No!" Casey shouted. "I'm not talking! God took April away from me! God, you're just like people who lose someone important in their lives and shut down! Why do you hurt me like you hurt Sammy?!"
"You hypocrrrrite!" Yasmina shouted. "Besides, everyone goes! It's just how life goes!"
"You only think that because..." Casey slammed the candlestick down--the embers splitting on the ground--and shouted, “... Because you’re arrogant, crude, and you’re scared of ending up alone!”
Yasmina, despite half of her face obstructed by her mask, turned to Casey again, her eyes widening and her face turning into one of anger and fear. That cleared must have gotten to her in some way. Casey smirked to himself, already possibly getting control of his dream.
Yasmina got surrounded by another ring of blood, the Wyoming neighborhood morphing into the jungles of Nublar. Doodle-Casey walked further to the black-draped woman and kept talking in that crappy British-accented radio voice.
"Admit it, my friend," he said. "You merely wished to continue with your life, yet you let your fears and opinions ruin your relationship with Samantha."
Yasmina let out a yell and turned to Doodle-Casey. "I don't need you or Sammy or the others! I'm in my fucking twenties! I can handle this shit on my own SO easily!"
"But you don't wanna be alone, Yasmina!" her voice suddenly echoed, and there was a blob that formed into the shape of her father, who grabbed her by the chin. She pushed him away and picked up the hem of her abaya to run.
Suddenly, two other blobs appeared in front of her, stopping her in her tracks. The blobs then turned into the shapes of Ceratosaurus and the Indominus Rex, respectively, and started torturing her with her own voices. The teeth of the dinos gleamed in the corner of her eyes before she squeezed them shut and tried to cover her hijab-clad ears, desperate to keep their voices away from her.
"You thought runnin' was gonna save your life, but now it ain't!" the Ceratosaurus shape said.
"You were scared of waitin' around for Sammy when her parents ran out on her and when those nightmares started comin' 'round!" the Indominus shape laughed distortedly as she tossed Yasmina in the air for a second before throwing her back to the ground. "You really wanted to rely on yer friends so badly that you picked the one that was always away tryin' to find what she thought was the 'truth!'"
Soon, another blob formed into the Scorpios Rex and stomped over to her. Yaz opened her eyes and was completely frozen, her head already flooding with memories of seeing that horrible hybrid in front of her back on Nublar. The dinosaur hallucination grabbed her by the cheeks with its claws and got right in her face as it said, “Yet you still shove away anyone who gets too close until they resent you and think of you as a selfish, shitty, slutty fuck!"
Yasmina broke free from the Scorpios' grip and ran. However, her abaya's hem made her trip and fall on a muddy patch. She wiped the brown stuff from her face and saw a pearly white staircase... and Sammy on the top, sitting on a throne that was shaped like Yasmina. Sammy smiled, and Yasmina slowly crawled up.
"Are you afraid to care about people, Yaz?" Sammy's voice echoed, though the hallucination of her didn't even speak.
Yasmina continued to crawl like an animal up the stairs. Her abaya and hijab remained stuck to her, but she felt some odd change to her. Suddenly, a golden collar appeared on her neck, and Sammy pulled her closer, the chain rattling from her hands to the collar. As Yasmina blushed and felt Sammy closer to her, her cheeks burning with fear and... arousal despite her situation.
“I believe both your self-conscious and Samantha’s own self-conscious are trying to imply that you both cannot begin to fathom proper care towards each other… yet, desire it.” Casey’s fake accent said, still in that crappy radio quality. “It is rather unfortunate, Yasmina, as it contradicts how you two treat each other, along with people around you--such as myself.”
The dinosaurs suddenly disappeared, and Doodle-Casey turned into a real version of Casey with a shimmer of light, but strangely in a pink dress, golden tiara, and a fan in his left hand. Yasmina knew her mind was messing with her when she saw that. Casey lifted the hem of his dress, fanning his face.
"Are you worried that I shall become tired of you as well?" he asked, his voice returned to normal quality but still in that accent.
"STOP FUCKING TALKING, ALL OF YOU!!" Yasmina screamed, pulling away from Sammy.
Hallucination-Casey then got angry, his brow furrowing, and closed his fan as he dissolved into ash and blew away. Yasmina's eyes widened as the swirls of blood started swirling and became swirls in the sky, slowly starting to form into a tornado of blood.
"🎵 You're gonna die aloooo-one!🎵" Sammy's voice sang in sing-song.
"You're going to die alone, Yaz!" a voice shouted.
"You're gonna die alone, Yasmina!"
Yasmina got off Sammy, and the tornado gradually flew, surrounding her. The blood splattered all over her abaya and hijab. She ripped off that fabric on her head and let out a scream, but nothing came out. She heard the voices getting louder, screaming at her to die alone. She kept screaming silently, until...
"...Yaz?" Sammy's voice echoed.
She turned around, and there was Sammy... or rather, a younger version of her. The white tank top and blue torn jeans on Sammy... Yasmina remembered those clothes as the same ones Sammy wore during their time together on Nublar. Yasmina crossed her arms, and she took a deep breath.
"Sammy..." she said. "... I'm... I'm sorry. I've always been the one who keeps to themselves. You know it's been like that when I told you about my dad and how life back where I was born was... and I ignored you when your family ditched you. I was so wrapped up in how you treated me over my PTSD... and about my own feelings that I didn't know about how you felt about your own problems.
She suddenly blinked and saw Sammy as her current adult self. "I never meant to do this to you... and I needed to tell you that... I love you. I know saying that isn't going to fix everything, but I don't want to lose what we had, and I want to be with you despite our ups and downs."
Sammy smiled and disappeared. Yasmina was alone. Suddenly, she heard a whisper and saw a cloaked figure with glowing red eyes and flowing silver hair. She felt paralyzed and remembered that Sammy talked about Death after her--she thought Sammy was being a little overdramatic over their breakup. She couldn't move and saw the figure raising its sycthe towards her.
She closed her eyes, knowing that this was a dream... and the scythe sliced her, ending her dream.
Hallucination-Yasmina roared as Casey kept throwing insults, still determined not to talk about April's death. Suddenly, Hallucination-Yasmina screeched--suddenly sounding like a bird set on fire or something--and morphed into a giant, shadowy figure that resembled April. Her red eyes glowed, white fangs gleamed in the shadows, and a scythe was pulled out from her hand. Casey's eyes widened as he stepped back.
"Oh, my God..." he whispered.
The figure roared again and grabbed Casey by the collar. Suddenly, he got a glimpse of everything--His past, his childhood with Wu, meeting the others, meeting April on Isla Mantah, all of that happened during there... and April in the hospital after she got sick. As Casey witnessed everything that he went through, his eyes filled with tears.
"NO!" Casey screamed. "NO!!" he clenched his eyes shut. "OKAY, FINE!! Do what you want with me! I'm scared!"
He suddenly felt himself being settled down and lowered by the monster. He cried a little, and he looked at the monster, the rough edges of it slowly becoming light and smooth. The monster then added a few more eyes, some yellow, some red, some purple, and some blue. He noticed all of those eyes, and it looked like he was going to talk to all of them.
"When April died, my world died," Casey admitted. "I'm scared of losing everyone like I did her... and that's why I shut down. If I weren't there, then I wouldn't see them die. And then... Brooklynn was thought to be dead. I loved her... and when I told her, she didn't like me back that way. Look, Yaz... I'm sorry I insulted you and Sammy... and I've been a real dick this entire time... I... I'm sorry. Okay?"
The monster hummed, and soon the void glowed, becoming white. Casey realized everything was fading, hinting that his dream was ending. Even the monster disappeared. He closed his eyes and prayed for when he could get back to reality. For all he knew, this was a really crazy trip.
Casey groaned awake, and his eyes opened. His head was hitting him as if he were going through a hydraulic press. He continued to groan, and he remembered everything from being imprisoned in this van to the drug trip. Oh, God, he was going to feel this in the morning.
He then heard Yasmina crying and noticed tears spilling down her face. "Yaz?" he asked.
"I did this..." Yasmina whispered. "... I ruined the best thing ever... all because of those stupid dinosaurs!"
Everyone except for her kept silent. They didn't know what to do... but they knew they needed to get back to the others and warn them to protect Smoothie.
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