hadriel_logs | Event Log: Dreamwalker the Second

Who: All characters participating in the event
What: The event log for the Dreamwalker part 2 event
Where: In your dreams
When: October 14th-20th (the second log will go up on Oct 23rd, please keep the two weeks of the event separate!)
Warnings: All different kinds of dreams falling under the umbrella of Delight, Rage, Sorrow, and Hope.

This time, the weird stuff doesn't happen when you're awake- as a matter of fact, your waking hours are the normal ones. That's because you're forced to sleep by some unknown entity, getting more and more exhausted by the moment as night falls. Better make sure you're always around a soft pillow.

Once asleep, it doesn't get any less weird- your dreams will be influenced by one of the four gods that make up the first week. Something to make you smile, something to make you angry- or something that reminds you of your deepest regret or most vulnerable hope, they're all things that you're dreaming about now for some reason, no matter how hard you may try to pull away from them.

To make matters more complicated, there are others intruding on your dreams who definitely don't belong there, and while they may seem like manifestations at first, it becomes clear that these others are actually the consciousness of other members of Hadriel, getting some top quality exposure to your angriest, happiest, most sorrowful moments. Hope it doesn't get awkward when you see them tomorrow...

► This log covers October 14th-20th.
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[They squirm painfully, face scrunched up in pain. They don't understand, they don't understand why he's attacking them.

One of them has to die. They don't want that to be their cousin.]

n-no... i don't...
so it... has to be me, right...?

[They're afraid of this. They're so scared.]

okay...
it's okay... i won't let you die...
i'll be brave...

[They're still not gonna fight, but Mettaton has the opportunity to kill them now.]

[Stop it stop it STOP]

BE BRAVE BY FIGHTING!!

[Mettaton's smile is wiped clean away again, replaced by anger and hate. But he can't maintain it, because the more Napstablook speaks, the more of the real Mettaton gains purchase in this emotionless game. He's not...unfeeling.

Not yet.

He remembers...he wasn't all lost.

So then why can't he spare them? Napstablook doesn't deserve a death at his hands. But if he's here, he doesn't have a choice. He can't break out of this, not the collar, not the bond of servitude that it represents.]

I don't...want to die...but I don't want to kill you either. There's no sport in it, there's...

[He feels, suddenly, as if something's crushing his heart and SOUL, and it hurts so badly. Guilt. Self-hate.

Mettaton steps away, practically stumbling. He knows who they are. How could he have forgotten? How dare he??]

I can't...you're my family...

mettaton please
let's go home

[They're tearful, they're desperate. Mettaton finally seems to recognize them, doesn't want to die either, and Napstablook doesn't want him to.]

i'm sorry... i just can't fight you... i don't want you to die either... i'm sorry...

But...if we don't fight, then...

[Mettaton is cut off by the sound of a voice echoing across the arena. A familiar voice, but definitely not one that Napstablook would know of.]

If you don't fight, then I'll make you. Stop wasting time, robot.

[Mettaton stiffens, glancing at his cousin helplessly.]

I'm so...so sorry...if I don't do something...he'll make me.

[He takes a few steps closer, but not because he wants to. He has no idea how to make Napstablook realize he has to. This...really had to be a nightmare, right? It wasn't real.

...Right?]

[Napstablook can only stare helplessly back. Being made to fight... and it didn't look like it was for some kind of show. Some man was addressing him in such a derogatory way.

What was this awful place?]

what... what can i do to help...?
what if you pretended to hit me...? would that work...?

[Oh, Mettaton doesn't need the suggestion to pretend hitting Napstablook. Unfortunately, he can't really pretend, so instead, he gives his cousin's side a good kick for show.

The audience--oh, was there an audience?--roared in approval, not knowing that Mettaton had held back quite a bit. He only hopes that Blooky plays along, but if they don't, it's not their fault.]

[Unfortunately, no matter how much Mettaton holds back, metal connecting with flesh is going to hurt. And it's right in the rubs too, so the little squeak of pain they give is real.

The audience cheering is as deafening as it is horrifying. But... apparently what they want is to see them get hurt so, they let out a low moan, writhing and trying to play up their injury as if Mettaton really did some damage.]

oooooo...
i don't think i'm strong enough to defeat you mettaton...

[Their acting... could use some work, to say the least.]

[Mettaton's pretty sure this isn't real at this point. If it was, then Napstablook wouldn't be human. This was the gods...but knowing that doesn't make his nightmare any less real. Perhaps it makes it even more real, at that, because even though he was doing it, he's fighting.

And yet...even despite all his best efforts, he couldn't affect this.

His master knows that they're faking, and so Mettaton is punished, driven to a knee as the electrical shock emanates from his collar. He lets out a stifled grunt of pain...and then nothing.

He goes deathly still.]

...Blooky. Please forgive me...for what I'm about to do.

[It wasn't enough, and Napstablook sees him drop, going still as the collar shocks him. They don't know what to do, they don't know how to stop this, but this was too much for them.

Why were all those humans so happy about all of this...?

Mettaton finally speaks, and they perk up with relief.]

mettaton...?

[That hurts him, more than anything else. It stings because the one part of the dream that made this easy--the implication that he'd lost his SOUL to the darkness of his own LOVE--was no longer valid. He'd broken that illusion.

Of course, because it was the one illusion which would have given him some release at this point. That was disallowed; he had to hurt. He'd come to terms with that at least.

Mettaton reaches out, his hand slamming against Blooky's chest, pinning them down and bearing his substantial weight on them. If they look to his face, they'll see no expression, really. He's like a blank slate.

Please forgive him...]

[This time, it does hurt. They can't move, not under the weight of a robot bearing down on them. Their own expression seems both pained and bewildered.

They squirm, but they're not strong enough.]

mett...

[It's hard to breathe.]

[Mettaton doesn't bother struggling. Instead, he lets everything happen, allows his owner to control his arm into pulling back. He only hopes that it doesn't give Blooky a sense that mercy is coming. Because it isn't.

After a short pause, his fingers slide down to the former ghost's neck, curling tightly around it. Napstablook's breathing would come short, then not at all, and Mettaton holds like that for a while, not because he wants to of course.

If it was up to him, this would be done already.

His lips move, and words that aren't his slip out:]

Sad little human. The odds were against you to begin with.

[Mettaton's wrist twists, hard and quick; enough to snap that thin, weak neck he's already crushing.]

[Their neck's being squeezed, and soon what little air they could breathe in doesn't come at all. They gasp weakly, like a fish out of water.

As Mettaton speaks to them, they barely register what he's saying. Their chest aches, they start to drift in and out of consciousness as their brain is deprived of oxygen.

They don't want to die.

They don't want to die.

They don't...

want...

...

SNAP!]

Event Log: Dreamwalker the Second

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