I'll have a cup of tea and tell you of my dreaming

[twistedspoon]

Who: Everyone
What: DREAMS
When: A whole 24 hours spanning from September 14th-15th
Warnings: Creepy nightmares? Innuendo? I don't know, the usual.



There had been so much buzz about those stupid lollipops for weeks now. Not only out loud, but in her head - thoughts ranging from what's the deal with those things? to gotta have more to pricy as fuck. Eventually, she confused the cravings of others for her own, and it just so happened that her very own roommate had a box right on her side of the room!

Casey wasn't supposed to touch it, but she didn't see why. Money issues, or something. She didn't get the big deal about money either. She wasn't a Meowth, so there was no reason for her to have any. Therefore, the rules about it didn't apply to her.

That was her logic, anyway.

When Ai was asleep, she opened up the box and put her telekinesis to good use. Five of the candies lifted into the air - two green, three yellow - and the wrappers tore off in perfect synchronization. Too bad nobody was watching. The Abra opened her mouth wide and crammed all of them in at once, because she had no concept of savouring anything.

Shortly after, she fell asleep, the sticks still poking out of her mouth. That had to be bad for her teeth.

Soon the dreaming began...

Comments

Re: Cress's Dream: A Fraternal Fantasy (oh hell no)

[makesitcool]

A sniffle cut the silence between them. Then, it became pretty obvious what Cress was doing.

"You've ruined everything... W-we... We were a family..."

Re: Cress's Dream: A Fraternal Fantasy (oh hell no)

[makesithot]

Chili huffed.

"Oh, come on, Cress! Don't do this for the sake of a bunch of made-up people!" he said, gesturing to the empty room with empty palms. The red-headed brother approached Cress and tried to get him to face him. "I don't even know who those people are, anyway! To me, you and Cilan are my triplet brothers. That's it!"

Re: Cress's Dream: A Fraternal Fantasy (oh hell no)

[makesitcool]

Chili tried, and at first, Cress half-heartedly allowed himself to be whipped around like a rotating door. But midway through the action he stood his ground and resisted being disregarded so lightly. In his dream, this WAS his family! Dream logic was the only thing that mattered! Cress was hardly in tune with reality and in his mind, Chili was being absolutely cruel, an oppressive force trying to steal away pieces of his imaginary kin because he was bossy and didn't understand him and hated happiness.

He wrenched away. "You have no idea what these "made-up" people mean to me..."

Re: Cress's Dream: A Fraternal Fantasy (oh hell no)

[makesithot]

His jaw dropped. Was Cress being serious about this? Chili just stared at him with wide eyes.

"Eh? What they... mean to you?" he repeated, dumbfounded. So he tried to fill in the blanks on his own. "You mean, those fake brothers? Cress, they aren't real! How much could they mean to you?"

I kind of doubt Cress's sanity at times

[makesitcool]

"Why does something have to be real to mean something to you?" he shrieked in a level volume, grabbing the air like he was yanking out of frustration at a tablecloth that refused to give way. "Haven't you ever had a dream? A hope? A thought so fantastic you would spend hours pondering it? They're no flesh and blood, but they're there, and- and-"

Give him a moment; he needs to sniffle.

"In my dream... Just a bit ago... Yes, I remember. Cress had been taking on too many orders, and felt a little overwhelmed balancing all those trays... I never told anyone, though. Despite that... Citron tapped Cress on the shoulder and offered to help out. I was so grateful..."

It was clear that Cress had invested quite a lot of feelings into these figments of his imagination.

me too. always.

[makesithot]

Chili huffed.

"You have two brothers. Real brothers. Who can help you out with orders!" he reminded him, clearly getting a bit ticked. "That's me and Cilan, remember?! You don't need any other brothers to be there for you! Unless we're not good enough. Is that it, Cress?!"

everything about this thread is so pathetic

[makesitcool]

"That's... not what I'm implying," he returned, eyes still searching the floor. "I couldn't live without you two. It's just... It was a lot of fun, having a big family like this. But then they had to leave so suddenly. And now you're angry with me for that."

UGH CRESS... UGH...

[makesithot]

Chili stops to think this over. Was it possible that he just didn't understand the connection Cress had between these made-up people? He certainly didn't feel attached to them. That didn't mean Cress couldn't, though.

"Maybe I just don't feel the same way toward these people," he replied thoughtfully, framing his chin with his forefinger and thumb. "I don't even know their names! And they're definitely not my brothers! Maybe they're yours, but not mine. I know who my brothers are: the two people stand by my side through thick and thin!"

he's so gross

[makesitcool]

"I suppose fantasies were simply never cut out to mean anything to anyone else," he hummed dismissively, cocking his head to glare off somewhere to the side in passive tear-stained annoyance. "My flesh-and-blood brothers do take precedence over any of these dream brothers. But... even if... suppose you were to pass away. Are you real anymore? I could still keep you alive somehow in my memories." The blue-haired brother gripped onto the fabric of Chili's sleeves. "That is the power of the mind! Do you understand now?"

WAAAAH what a baby

[makesithot]

But he was real at some point! He crossed his arms. "Whatever! I'm not gonna die, so it doesn't matter," reasoned Chili. "And besides: I existed at some point! And I'm your brother! This is so stupid."

[makesitcool]

He let go of his shirt to fish around inside of a pocket for a handkerchief to dab his eyes with. Once his face was clear of tears, he crossed his arms and flicked his head to survey the empty tables and warm atmosphere of the gym- which had, over the course of their conflict, undergone a homelier shift. No more icy chandeliers or lavish decor. It seemed much more welcoming and familiar, like they were home instead of a far-off dream.

"It's odd... Your presence," he addressed nonchalantly, fingers digging uncomfortably into his sleeves. "It feels... powerful, somehow. Imposing. It's nothing like you, and yet... It feels everything like you. I don't understand."

[makesithot]

"Huh?" Chili punctuated his confusion with a tilt of his head. "What's that supposed to mean? I'm definitely me! Why, is it because we're in your weird head? Am I different in there?"

He walked over and knocked on Cress's head with a fist, as though he were knocking on a door.

[makesitcool]

"Aaah!"

The entire room shifted every time he was knocked. It was like watching television static pull one direction and then the next, only this time, it was made up of walls and tables instead.

"Stop that!" protested Cress with his hands flying up to attempt blocking the knocks. "What do you think you're doing?"

[makesithot]

Whoa... Whoa. That was... something. Chili looked around the room in awe.

Then, he gave Cress one extra experimental knock. Just to see what might happen.

[makesitcool]

Cilan died.

[makesithot]

Oh.

Oh my god.

"What the hell?!" Chili yelled. "What... Cilan, are you okay?!" The redhead scrambled over to his imaginary brother that was his actual brother, but... imaginary, in Cress's head. "What just happened!?"

He didn't know Cilan was dead yet. He only just arrived at his side.

[makesitcool]

"First my imaginary brothers, and now our real one?! Chili, shame on you!"

[makesithot]

"Shame on me? SHAME on ME?!" repeated Chili, growing hysterical. "Cress, I... He's not getting up! What did you do to him?! M-Make him wake up... please!!"

Meanwhile, Cilan continued to lay lifeless on the floor of the restaurant.

[makesitcool]

Then, Cress's face smoothed over from its admonishing disapproval. He uncrossed his arms and released all tension, looking very much as though he'd stumbled into some kind of magical fairyland. Or that he'd figured out the cure for cancer.

"Chili, am I... dreaming?"

Soda pop came dripping out of his nose

[makesithot]

Chili grabbed a towel from one of the tables and threw it at Cress's face. "Wipe that shit up," he demanded. "You're gross."

Chili's face became absent of feeling. He stopped everything: stopped fretting, stopped speaking, stopped breathing. Suddenly everything made sense to him.

If I hit Cress on the head... It'll revive Cilan! that voice told him. No, it didn't tell him anything smarter than that, like This Cilan Is Not Real or This Really Is Just A Dream, Everything Will Be Alright. That would be silly.

Chili rose and approached his still living brother. And then, he lifted his fist and let it fall on top of Cress's head. Hard.

[makesitcool]

And then Chili became an only child.

Cress let loose a bloodcurling scream as the lighting faded into foreboding red. Then, with darkened features he smacked him across the face hard enough to leave a mark.

"Will you stop that already?!" he demanded. "I'm going to wake up with a headache because of you!"

[makesithot]

"Then- Then make Cilan wake up!" he cried in desperation. He couldn't bear to see Cilan dead on the floor like that, even if it was just a dream rendition of him. "It's your fault!"

[makesitcool]

"Me?! Excuse you! Cress wasn't the one going around bonking dreamers on the head! You must have killed the brain cell that supplied Cilan for us. Besides, look! He's melting into the floor."

Cilan was melting into the floor.

"...Oh my God."

[makesithot]

Chili reached for Cress's shoulders and shook him, watching Cilan all the while.

"Stop that, make it stop!" he urged him, frantic. "It's your dream, not mine! Save him!!"

[makesitcool]

Cress tried. He really tried. It was like a mental push-up exercise except he was doing the judo version while also supporting the weight of fifteen adult Wailords on his back.

"I can't! It won't stop! He's part of the carpet now!"