Sender: Blitzø
To: Everyone
Subject: Passive Dream Recording. Brief description of violence, severe language.The room is dark.
In the way many, many dreams are disjointed, not quite taking place in a real space, the darkness is only vaguely in the shape of a square apartment room with the indistinct presence of a counter, a sofa, all barely relevant details compared to the subject of focus. On the floor,
a woman is sitting, her massive furred tail curled around her and her shoulders hunched as she tried to sob as quietly as possible.
Reaching out, the hand is familiar - of course it is, it's yours, your red and white burn-scarred hand - and Blitzø's voice comes out.
"Loona? Sweetie... what's wrong?"
His cracking voice only makes the shadowed figure curl in on herself and her shoulders shake... and a low, miserable growl rumble from her chest, rising in volume. Blitzø - the viewpoint - stopped in the middle of the step he'd taken forward and withdrew his hand.
"This is all...
your fucking fault," her voice ushered, low and miserable. At the sound of the imp gawping, the growling increased, and Loona seemed suddenly all the larger even with her back hunched and arms wrapped tightly around herself. Her fur was standing on end. "You disgusting fucking creep. You never gave a
shit about me. You just want to play house."
"
No, Loonie, I'd never--"
"SHUT THE FUCK UP, BLITZ!" the hellhound snapped, standing and turning her head to glare at him, tears running down her face... and eyes looking
completely wrong.
"You don't give a FUCK who it is as long as you get to call yourself 'dad' - then FINE! Replace me, see if I care!" With her voice rising, roaring, the details of everything else washed out. Blitzø made several efforts to plead, but all the dreamer could hear was his daughter's furious yelling. "YOU were the one that said you'd NEVER give up on me!! YOU were the one who said you'd never replace me! I should've fucking
killed you!"
Bigger, and bigger - nightmare energy as it appeared in the world started swirling around her, suffocating and snuffing the light save for those uncanny golden glowing eyes. Though her words had ceased, the snarling and roaring hadn't, the presence of the hellhound closing in every inch of the space between them.
And then, she lunged, jaws agape to sink straight into the throat.
And the recorded nightmare cuts off immediately.