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vocaloidressing2013-10-07 03:08 am
vocalonightmare) wrote in vocaloidressing2013-10-07 03:08 am
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It is *perfectly* natural to feel scared.
[When you wake up this morning, it is still dark out. At first you question the time, but all your clocks tell you that the sun should be up. Perhaps it's simply overcast? But when you look out your window, you find that this is not the case.
Instead, it would appear that entire Dressing Room has been transformed while you were sleeping. There is no longer a sun, only a starch white, lonely, full moon that is occasionally covered by storm clouds that rumble and light up with barely contained electricity every now and again. Meanwhile the buildings, while remaining the same on the inside, all look gothic in architecture and dark in color; though almost all of them have brightly glowing jack-o-lanters outside them, wearing sinister grins. In fact, all the buildings seem to have Halloween decorations outside of them. Skeletons, graves, and giant spiders now litter the city...all of which turn out to be far less fake than they seemed when you were peering out your window, once you at last wander outside to satisfy your growing curiosity.
Venturing out you can now see the impossibly sized arachnids moving about their gigantic webs that stretch across entire alleyways, their hundreds of eyes gleaming as they watch you hungrily. You now notice that the pumpkins that appeared harmless change not only the color of the lights glowing within them, but their expressions as well...and the skeletons. You are almost certain that you have noticed the skeletons moving out of the corner of your eyes, and thus you try to always look directly at them as you pass.
But the scenery isn't all that's taken an ominous turn. The once cheerful sound of the birds has been replaced with the sporadic calls of crows and vultures, along with the distant shrieks and howls from creatures unknown. You begin to question your decision to head out into this new, more menacing dressing room, and attempt to head home; but you're lost. Somehow, you've gotten turned around; and now you feel as if there are many eyes upon you.
You keep going.
Surely, home must be around here somewhere. Surely.
But instead of the comforting embrace of home, your path only leads you down darker and darker roads. Roads where actual bodies hang from the dead and gnarled tree branches. Roads filled with the horrid smell of decaying flesh, where random blood stains and unclaimed body parts litter the sidewalk. You start to run, you must get out of here. You must find somewhere safe.
Then, in the distance, on the top of a hill, you spot it. A black castle, surrounded by a graveyard. The lights are on inside. Do you go up to the doors? Do you seek help?
Or, do you think yourself safer out here? It's up to you, friends.
It's up to you.]
((OOC: In which the mun has been listening to too much Nightvale. BUT YES, this is in fact a mingle so that anyone with creepy muses can torture people. Night wouldn't want to hog all the fun, after all~
Oh, and if anyone wants their muses to randomly go axe murderer or something that's welcome as well. A perfectly reasonable occurrence considering there are nightmares running amok. Have fun ♥ ))
Instead, it would appear that entire Dressing Room has been transformed while you were sleeping. There is no longer a sun, only a starch white, lonely, full moon that is occasionally covered by storm clouds that rumble and light up with barely contained electricity every now and again. Meanwhile the buildings, while remaining the same on the inside, all look gothic in architecture and dark in color; though almost all of them have brightly glowing jack-o-lanters outside them, wearing sinister grins. In fact, all the buildings seem to have Halloween decorations outside of them. Skeletons, graves, and giant spiders now litter the city...all of which turn out to be far less fake than they seemed when you were peering out your window, once you at last wander outside to satisfy your growing curiosity.
Venturing out you can now see the impossibly sized arachnids moving about their gigantic webs that stretch across entire alleyways, their hundreds of eyes gleaming as they watch you hungrily. You now notice that the pumpkins that appeared harmless change not only the color of the lights glowing within them, but their expressions as well...and the skeletons. You are almost certain that you have noticed the skeletons moving out of the corner of your eyes, and thus you try to always look directly at them as you pass.
But the scenery isn't all that's taken an ominous turn. The once cheerful sound of the birds has been replaced with the sporadic calls of crows and vultures, along with the distant shrieks and howls from creatures unknown. You begin to question your decision to head out into this new, more menacing dressing room, and attempt to head home; but you're lost. Somehow, you've gotten turned around; and now you feel as if there are many eyes upon you.
You keep going.
Surely, home must be around here somewhere. Surely.
But instead of the comforting embrace of home, your path only leads you down darker and darker roads. Roads where actual bodies hang from the dead and gnarled tree branches. Roads filled with the horrid smell of decaying flesh, where random blood stains and unclaimed body parts litter the sidewalk. You start to run, you must get out of here. You must find somewhere safe.
Then, in the distance, on the top of a hill, you spot it. A black castle, surrounded by a graveyard. The lights are on inside. Do you go up to the doors? Do you seek help?
Or, do you think yourself safer out here? It's up to you, friends.
It's up to you.]
((OOC: In which the mun has been listening to too much Nightvale. BUT YES, this is in fact a mingle so that anyone with creepy muses can torture people. Night wouldn't want to hog all the fun, after all~
Oh, and if anyone wants their muses to randomly go axe murderer or something that's welcome as well. A perfectly reasonable occurrence considering there are nightmares running amok. Have fun ♥ ))
Placeholder tiredbrain post:
[Thing is, I was doin' my thing somewhere else and suddenly BAM, the VDR City done yanked me back for spookytime. Guess there's no leaving this place behind after all, huh...?]
[Might as well roll with it.]
[This skullman is out and about, as per the prompt, but he's doing his best not to let his human nerves get the best of him. No, that's what this place wants, and pardon him for being a party-shitter, but he's not playing that noise. Strong and in command; that's the way to be.]
[He hopes his girl's alright, if she's out here right now too...]
[...he kind of matches the scenery for once, huh?]
Placeholders are entirely welcome my friend o/
Thank you. ^.^
to turn his blood to ice.]
[...As it happens, he's quite familiar with that particular trick. Quite familiar indeed. Just as last time, his senses are tingling, telling him that it's her, that it's indeed his trueborn friend standing at that alley...]
[But the Dressing Room has played this card before. You'd think the fact would make this decision easier....]
[If he leaves, he could be abandoning her to pain and torment...not that staying and fighting did anything to help her last time. It was the principle of the thing - he meant what he'd told Meiko about not leaving friends behind. And did it really matter if this was a trap? The Dressing Room would ultimately revert, and everything would be back the way it was.]
[...But it mattered if Momo was suffering. Yes, that mattered. Let it never be true that he leaves her behind, even if oblivion itself is the foe.]
[Looks like you're gonna get what you wanted, Nightmare. He stalks toward that shape in the alley, wary and alert.]