who: Helena and others! what: March catchall log when: All month where: Across campus warnings: Potential gore, body horror, psychological horror in dreamscapes.
[ helena can't see the way his eyes dilate — the way they widen slightly as his expression falls flat. his nose wrinkles slightly at the question, but that's all he does insomuch as a reaction, his shoulders slackening slightly as he thinks about it.
not that he needs to, since he knows why, and it only makes him angry.
he wishes he had a weapon right now. something, something to tear into any nearby flesh and formulate the current feelings welling up so strongly within his chest.
ah, he hates this.
he turns his head to the side, spitting toward the ground as if to eradicate a repulsive taste in his mouth.
or just to be a prick. either, or. it suits him.
for a second, it's like a haze in his head. then he remembers — this isn't real. she's not alive. he's not actually here. and most importantly— ]
She's dead, she's dead, she's dead!
[ he sounds excited, crossing his arms to grab each of his shoulders as he laughs. ]
This isn't real! I totally already killed her, and it was great—
[ his heart beats faster, and he sounds a little too excited as it all rushes back to him.
yes, of course. this isn't real. he's already far past this bullshit. ]
I went over it, again and again and again... How I'd kill her, how I'd rip her disgusting flesh off her bones, how I'd pull her throat out and make her moan for me like that— Hahaha, can you imagine? Someone moaning with their damn throat pulled out of them? I though of it. A lot.
[ he's almost getting a little too excited, turning more flushed and speaking faster and faster as he goes over all of this to helena. it's almost like she isn't even there at this point, but like he's snapping himself out of this dream itself.
but still, he seems excessively excited about knowing how everything turned out. like he's proud to repeat it. ]
I had to deal with her shit for so long. She's like a goddess, y'know? I can't do shit except what she told me to.
[ he snickers suddenly. ]
— But she didn't tell me to slice her ridiculous fun-bags in half, that's for sure! She's a sack of meat now, all thanks to me... Isn't that great? Ah-hahaha...
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not that he needs to, since he knows why, and it only makes him angry.
he wishes he had a weapon right now. something, something to tear into any nearby flesh and formulate the current feelings welling up so strongly within his chest.
ah, he hates this.
he turns his head to the side, spitting toward the ground as if to eradicate a repulsive taste in his mouth.
or just to be a prick. either, or. it suits him.
for a second, it's like a haze in his head. then he remembers — this isn't real. she's not alive. he's not actually here. and most importantly— ]
She's dead, she's dead, she's dead!
[ he sounds excited, crossing his arms to grab each of his shoulders as he laughs. ]
This isn't real! I totally already killed her, and it was great—
[ his heart beats faster, and he sounds a little too excited as it all rushes back to him.
yes, of course. this isn't real. he's already far past this bullshit. ]
I went over it, again and again and again... How I'd kill her, how I'd rip her disgusting flesh off her bones, how I'd pull her throat out and make her moan for me like that— Hahaha, can you imagine? Someone moaning with their damn throat pulled out of them? I though of it. A lot.
[ he's almost getting a little too excited, turning more flushed and speaking faster and faster as he goes over all of this to helena. it's almost like she isn't even there at this point, but like he's snapping himself out of this dream itself.
but still, he seems excessively excited about knowing how everything turned out. like he's proud to repeat it. ]
I had to deal with her shit for so long. She's like a goddess, y'know? I can't do shit except what she told me to.
[ he snickers suddenly. ]
— But she didn't tell me to slice her ridiculous fun-bags in half, that's for sure! She's a sack of meat now, all thanks to me... Isn't that great? Ah-hahaha...