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

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!"

[makesithot]

"Agh, who would even dream something like this, Cress?!" yelled Chili irritably. He let go of Cress and crawled over to Cilan, who was melding nicely with the carpet, just as Cress said. It was like a form of decay.

"Try harder!"

[makesitcool]

"Nnnnnnn!" came the sound of him trying harder. Their environment began to flicker like static again, intermittently twisting and fading out in momentary spurts. Cress wasn't sure what he was doing by "trying" but the panic of possibly losing another brother was slowly becoming the prerogative of this dream scene right now, and it was nightmarish. It all seemed like a battle of wills: his struggling will combating "reality", an indiscernible force that existed inside of Cress but could not be fettered by mere willpower.

Tears began to flow.

"I can't stop it! There's nothing I can do to undo what I've done to him!"

[makesithot]

"THEN AT LEAST JUST STOP THIS STUPID DREAM!!" yelled Chili, getting up and pushing Cress forcefully. He was sick and tired of being in dreams, and was sick and tired of being in Cress's terrible dream that sucked really bad. He wasn't sure what would happen to him if the dream ended, nor did he really care about that at the moment. He wasn't thinking ahead at all. Too dream-self for that.

[makesitcool]

All at once, the sobbing stopped up. The water specialist froze, staring at the carpet with a look of cold, stolid resolution. "I have an idea," mused Cress.

[makesithot]

Chili stopped in his tracks and stared at Cress with wide, inquisitive eyes.

"Then what is it?"

[makesitcool]

"Kill me."

[makesithot]

"You're not serious." No, Cress couldn't be serious. "Stop fooling around!"

[makesitcool]

"Is this the face of one who looks like they're fooling around?"

Even though he did, in fact, act like he was serious whenever he joked sometimes. Ambiguous motherfucker.

[makesithot]

"I'm not going to kill you, Cress!!" exclaimed Chili, balling up his fists and taking a step closer to Cress. "I won't!"