( spookiest-idea )
✠ ᴏ ʙ s ᴇ ʀ ᴠ ᴇ ʀ ᴏ ғ — ✠
Every step in the tv world came back to you in several echoes, despite there being no walls to reflect the sound back. It made you wary, as if someone was following you. Almost every second step the girl would confirm this, head snapping back over her shoulder with a swing of warm curls. The fog obscured a fair amount of her vision, all slight of movement could easily be a fabrication of her mind… or not. She kept moving, sweat beading along her hairline, stomach clenching. Despite her best efforts, she couldn’t locate the rest of the Investigation Team. It was like she had no signal, despite how well she knew her friends. Once, for a brief moment, she felt the slightest inkling of what might have been Chie, but the link was snuffed out like a candle flame.
She paused, even thought she was only moving at a brisk walk her body felt heavy. She rested the bellies of her palms on her knees and swallowed several gulps of air. The fog offered no cool tinge to the air, it was neither warm nor hot, only heavy. The more she stayed here the sicker she felt. She wanted to get out of here- with everyone. Rising back to her feet Rise laced her fingers tight before her chest and reached deep down to draw Himiko forth. The persona came in a refreshing burst, like a breath of fresh air, clearing the clutter from her mind and offering momentary clarity. She spread out her mental feelers for anyone, anything, and found something. However, it wasn’t the friends she was searching for.
A black puddle rose like tar from the ground, and the creature born from that was a bizarre mixture of teeth and tongue. She was unable to contain the gasp that spilled out of her lips, taking an uneasy step back as the shadows manifested before her. Through Himiko she could see their weakness, pick apart their flaws, and yet she could do nothing to stand against them. Fear gnawed at her insides, blood rushing to her head. She saw the attack coming, but her body was frozen in place. When it’s body slammed into her the impact sent her tumbling back, and when the world stopped spinning it was as if she had to recall had to breath. Her persona vanished like a wisp of smoke, and she found herself feebly trying to get to her feet.
It was never like this before. With everyone at her side sometimes it felt like a game, a game they always won. She pointed out a weak spot and her friends cut them down, banishing the shadows like nightmares. Now it was like the first time she’d been thrust into the television all over again; alone, frightened, and worst of all, helpless. Her brain kept screaming ‘you can’t give up!’, but her muscles shook and refused to obey.
It was closing in again now, white gnashing teeth in an almost human grin bobbing in the air. It looked like it was laughing- perhaps it was. She had to get up. She had to at least try to run away. She had to find the others and they all would go home and talk about this together. Everyone would sit together in the Junes food court and figure out how to make sure they were never separated again. She believed it with all her heart. When her eyes rolled up it was suddenly almost on top of her, a strange shimmering saliva making repetitive ‘plip’s as the droplets splattered near her.
Was this the end…?
✠ ᴍ ᴜ ɴ ᴅ ᴀ ɴ ᴇ ᴠ ᴏ ɪ ᴄ ᴇ s ✠
