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

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

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...

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

"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.

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~~

~~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.

~~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!"

"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!"

"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."

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!!"

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!"

"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!"

"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!"

"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.

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.

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

"Then what is it?"

"Kill me."

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

Edited 2013-05-18 22:19 (UTC)

"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.

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

"Then Cress will just have to kill himself...!"

Whoa, where did he get that bottle of champagne? Why was he holding it li- OH GOD he just...

smashed his own skull in with a bottle of champagne.

Glass glittered in the red light like crystal sand in a burning apocalyptic sunset, a sweet chinking sound accompanying it. Gold liquid burst forth in a spray, also changing colors not with the light ambiance, but his own blood. As the impact crashed, the entire restaurant too began to fade out like it was nothing but a bad dream.

Champagne? More like Champain.

Cress slipped away, down to his knees, where he made the spot on the floor next to Chili his place to die.

"I wonder if... this nightmare has reached... its end..." He crumpled with a triumphant smile gracing his lips. This dream had gotten very, very red. Inexcusably red.

Do you want to learn how to traumatize your brother via shared nightmare and have it last? Well, here you go.

Cress would not be holding any bottles of champagne for a while, if Chili could help it.

Chili tried to scream for Cress to cease, stop, no, no, don't do that, there are better ways to end a dream, but it was too late. Now he had not only one dead brother melded with the carpet, but another who lay in a pool of glass and blood-red champagne.

"C-C-Cress...!" stuttered the remaining brother as he fell to his knees at Cress's side. He couldn't help the tears that rolled down his cheeks: it wasn't real, he tried to remind himself, but something about this Cress felt so damned real, something about this room felt like Cress, and...

Chili found himself fading from the dream, like he was being saved from the imminent death of Cress and his made-up restaurant. Maybe it was for the best, but Chili didn't want to leave his dying brother. "No, no!" he screamed, crawling on hands and knees through the champain to grip onto Cress's torso. It wouldn't be enough to keep him from being booted from Cress's dreamspace, however.

He nodded his head over as his dream-self lost consciousness, his final move to let it rest against his poor brother's chest. It was an irrationally cruel way to end the sequence, but it got the job done. Dream anxiety sure was senseless.

And then Cress woke up with the worst headache he'd ever suffered in his entire life. ~THE HAPPY END~

Chili also woke up right after Cress's dream, only he woke up in a cold sweat and breathing hard.

Cress's dream sucked, but it was still enough to keep him up for the rest of the night. Mostly because watching both of your brothers die didn't feel nice.

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