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nerve character introduction - the inhabitants

the lost forever damned to wander

this thing a quiet madness made.

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The Hungry Ghost

It still smells of frangipani, thick and cloying in the dry air. Wherever it steps, it melts snow. It's a basilisk, noonday sunshine, haze in the air. Toxic to breathe, to touch, to see. Bright beyond belief, even it can't look at itself for fear of blindness. It stalks them down alleys and streets and rivers, as if it's trying to tell them something. A secret, perhaps, or a way to escape? But they've long since given up on listening—every word it speaks is a haunting scream of gibberish. The lonely speaker of a lost language, of a lost people.

The Clockwork

Its heart is in the earth. It can be heard from all over the city, a constant, unstoppable thumping through the streets. Its veins are the concrete canals, still glowing gold in the freezing weather. Its body lies scattered and broken, massive gears and machinery where buildings used to be. It still whirrs and hums, though, just waiting for someone to put it back together. Once assembled, there are rumours that it may grant you whatever your heart desires. There are also rumours that it may grant you the exact opposite. You'll never know the truth, unless you construct it yourself.

The Scientist

He looks at his hands under his failing lamp, and he knows they've changed overnight. He can't see it, but he knows there's blood there, invisible, creeping into his skin and staining his flesh, his bones. A blink, and it's back, that vision of him kneeling to something greater than God, voice hoarse with screams, heart beating with the conviction that he's doing this for the greater good. For Them. But who are They? He's dreamt of them for nights and nights, but he's never seemed to remember their faces. They have to be important, somehow. He knows it, the same way he knows he'll be the death of Them.

TITLE : nerve / untitled metatexual comfort work

GENRE : modernist ya

STATUS : fifty words every other week for random unrelated scenes

POV : epistolary (blog posts, texts) / third person limited

TAGS : inevitability, grief, religion, friendship, 2000's aesthetic, many many melodramatic deaths, characters of colour, wlw disasters, lovecraftian abominations, southeast asian folklore, plagiarising classic lit, plagiarising stephen king, plagiarising homestuck

SYNOPSIS :

Four dreamers find friends from a story long gone. That story ended in tragedy, so isn't it inevitable that this one will fail too? But something has changed this time around—they remember. A flawed, blurry memory, but a memory still. And so they restart their tragedy, their memories their only weapon against their imminent endings. They tell themselves they'll win this time. They almost believe it.

CHARACTERS:

tg - 16 / muslim / malaysian / lesbian

cocky, Extra, thinks she's cool as all hell

is actually a nerd that quotes shakespeare to her crush

breaks her arm punching out a god

minhyung - 16 / christian / south korean / aro

cold, detached, apathetic

please get this boy some serotonin

has not heard the tragedy of darth plagueis the wise

changlian - 15 / taoist / chinese / bisexual

loud, callous, extroverted

super cute but also kind of a jerk

staunch believer in the supernatural. swears she saw a pontianak once.

tiffany - 15 / freethinker / french / lesbian

flirty, insecure, doormat

if nobody is validating her she bursts into flame

ok i finally got around to writing out the plot for the self indulgent oc story

yes i know its bad shut up