forum Your Worst Nightmare OxO || RP w/ AltrinceTheAsianBean ^-^

Started March 18, 2020 by @Moriarty

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(Sweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet~)

”Greetings! Greetings! Aaaah! You’re adorable!!” Pastel did not have time to mentally prepare for the barrage of people and fans who came to her. As soon as she stepped out of the bus, she was no longer given a second to breath. Gradually, she would enter the building and the room she was told to be in for the time being. It was a simple waiting room per se. She was alone in the room and had to wait until the master of the event would arrive which would be another half an hour or so. She looked out the window which was the only way for her to see what was happening.
She sighed, looking at her suitcase and the images of some of the villains she had drawn… her eyes widened.
She went straight back to the window and looked up. It was a crescent moon.
”Perfect night, isn’t it…?”

”Crescent…”

A masked and white suited figure stood atop the Museum’s rooftop, looking down at the crowd which started to gather.

“𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚜…“ the villain murmured to himself, staring off into the vast sky and the ever so beautiful crescent moon.

Pastel, being herself, exited herself to make her way to the rooftop where she was sure the villain was. Of course, the sketch she made of this villain was not yet complete so this… this was the perfect opportunity to gather information.

She opened the door that led to the rooftop.
“𝙿𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚕…? 𝚆𝚑𝚢 𝚊𝚖 𝙸 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎…“ the villain in white laughed a bit.

Lynn gave the man a determined stare, hiding her internal fan-girling.
”Why are you he—“ before she could even finish, the man in question pulled out a detonator.

“𝙳𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚎… 𝚘𝚛 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚎… 𝙸’𝚖 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐…“

It hit her.
The Main Hall will be filled by 9:30 which meant that… she looked down at her watch.
Fifteen minutes until the start of the event.
She knew how maniacal ‘Crescent’ could be. He was serious that he was here to kill. She froze…

Meanwhile, Zeke had arrived back in town as well– and he'd retreated back into his Nightmare alias, into his general dwellings of darkness and shadows where he could mull over his pained existence. He tried not to think about his encounter with Evelyn earlier. No. That whole ordeal had him all discombobulated, and he hated being discombobulated.
At least the sky had darkened with the evening, which meant shadows were plentiful. He recalled Pastel mentioning something about going to the Museum, but he wasn't thinking about that now. Maybe it crossed his mind once. Or twice. But he was someways off, drifting through an alley. He had no real goal tonight except to clear his mind and get out for awhile, truth be told. His stress levels were through the roof– and for what? Because some hero had insulted him? Technically she had complimented him, and for some reason that made him even more tore up.
But maybe he would go and see.
Not her of course. No. No. He didn't want to speak with her again. She'd beat him in another fight, knowing his luck, and then proceed to make him flustered and upset.
But maybe he could still go and see the Museum. Just to check it out. Out of curiosity.
Or maybe he'd be wiser to avoid it altogether. He sighed lightly, unsure of what to do or how to stop thinking about it. It wasn't like he cared what she thought, or what anybody thought. Okay, so, he cared a little what people though, because he didn't want them to think he was adorable– because nobody would take an adorable villain seriously– but still.

“𝙸𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝙿𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚕?!“ the villain who obviously had the advantage shouted at the heroine as he was fighting her, constantly reminding her of the detonator he had with him and how he could press it at any time.
The heroine could not fight back, that would be unwise. However, if she’s going to stand there without doing anything, what’s the difference… her train of thoughts went off its rail though when she was pushed to the ledge of the rooftop, only holding onto it with her right hand.
She looked down and gasped fearfully.

“𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎, 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝? ’𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝙷𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚎, 𝙿𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚕, 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝙲𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝’… 𝚂𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎—“ the villain in question stepped on her hand and applied force onto it “—𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚜 𝚊 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞…“

She was holding on for dear life.
She wasn’t going out this way, was she? Whatever the case, she wasn’t going to give up. Not like this.

In the meantime, Zeke found himself with nothing better to do, and he eventually gave in to the pressing desire to go to the Museum. Just for the heck of it, of course. He constantly reassured himself that it was only because he was curious and bored, and that it had nothing to do with the fact that Evelyn was there. Of course not. He… didn't want to see her anyway. Not after she made him feel all weird and awkward.
Yet, he headed to the Museum anyway.
Teleporting was a quick way of travel, and even though his was limited to line-of-sight, he was only several blocks away in the first place. A couple poofs of disappearing and reappearing, and he was there, standing in the shadows across the street from the large building.
Hm. That was odd.
Someone was dangling from the edge of the roof.
But it wasn't just a random civilian.
It was Evelyn.
His eyes widened slightly.
He recognized the villain standing over her, too. Crescent, or something like that. He definitely seemed to have the upper hand.
Well, hey– maybe this was for the best. Crescent could kill her, and then Zeke wouldn't have to worry about it anymore.
But… he couldn't really do that, could he? He couldn't just stand by and watch her get hurt. That would be messed up.
"Crud," Zeke murmured to himself. He may have taken more time to consider his actions had not the whole situation seemed so imminent. Not to mention, he was unaware of the presence of any detonator. What happened next occurred within a span of only a split second. Shadows whirled around him as he vanished and instantaneously reappeared in the air directly above Crescent– to whom he delivered a sharp kick to the jaw as he fell and landed on the edge of the roof. Zeke swung an arm to reach for Evelyn, hoping to grasp her hand before she could fall–

Within that blink of an eye, her wrist was taken as she was held by someone. She was too in shock to see who had saved her.
”Thank yo—“ she looked up and was shocked at her find ”—N-Nightmare…?” she gasped a bit before using her own strength to pull herself up.
”I owe you one, I’ll tell you that…” she said to the assassin after she held her composition.

”𝚈𝙾𝚄…“ Crescent did not seem satisfied with the situation one bit.
“𝚆𝙷𝙾𝚂𝙴 𝚂𝙸𝙳𝙴 𝙰𝚁𝙴 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙾𝙽, 𝙽𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃𝙼𝙰𝚁𝙴?!“ the villain asked, getting out his signature crescent-shaped blade.
The detonator flew out of the villain’s hand, landing at the other side of the rooftop. Luckily, it was currently closed.

Evelyn tried her best to not squeal at what had just happened between her and Nightmare, that Nightmare. Her heart was pounding rapidly but this was not the time.

Zeke didn't bother responding to Evelyn just yet– mostly because there were still other problems at hand. Namely Crescent. He narrowed his eyes at the man and the weapon. "I'm on nobody's side but my own," he responded. Okay, so, that wasn't necessarily true. In general, it was, but in this current scenario, he realized it was fairly obvious whose side he was on. But he wasn't going to admit that with his lips, even if his actions proved it to be so. His gaze landed on the detonator, and, though he couldn't immediately tell what it was from this distance, he assumed it was important. But he would go after that later. You know, once the massive blade wasn't a threat to his life. Or, more specifically, Evelyn's, since Zeke could technically teleport himself out of the way if necessary. "Going to try to kill me, too, are you?" he inquired nonchalantly, seemingly unmoved by the presence of the blade. It was ironic how he could maintain his composure in life-threatening situations or battles, and yet he was a nervous wreck when simply having a conversation with Lynn.

“𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚘𝚋𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚋𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚠?“ the nocturnal villain answered before rushing at Nightmare quite prematurely.

Lynn knelt down and absorbed the grayish color of the floor before using it to create a wall between Crescent and Nightmare.
”What a straight forward attack…” she commented, creating another wall behind and around him before sealing it shut with a spiked top. She basically locked him in a concrete cuboid.

Lynn went over to the detonator. She knelt down to pick it up before turning back to face Nightmare.
”I hate to ask but…” her heart was pounding immensely ”…why did you help me…? Weren’t you the one who wanted me dead the most…?” she looked him in the eye.
”Answer me truthfully, Nightmare”
She faked her courage and made it seem like she was serious. Internally, she could faint from happiness right then and there

Zeke was glad he had a mask covering the lower half of his face so that the red flush creeping up his cheeks wasn't evident. Being Nightmare was much easier than being Zeke, because he could hide behind the facade of a man who was distant, stoic, and unapproachable. Or, at least, he liked to think he could. "Because if he killed you, then I wouldn't be able to do it myself," he blurted out, trying to sound as detached as possible, though that was far from the reason why he had helped her. "This is a one-time ordeal. Don't get any crazy ideas and think I'm your ally now– because I'm not." He felt the need to clarify that. He resisted the urge to state that he wasn't adorable, either. "Besides, don't you have something to be doing? In there?" He motioned down, referring to inside the Museum.

”I do but I was only invited so it’s not necessary that I show up……” she paused a bit.
”How do you know about my invitation…? It was last minute and I wasn’t on the list of guests…” she asked with a concerned expression. By last minute, she meant last night.
She had a silly thought in her head but that was unlikely. If that was actually true, she would probably die out of embarrassment. She shook her head a little bit. No, no, no. That couldn’t be true, could it? She was very much confused.

Zeke's eyes widened slightly. Shoot. Another screw-up?! This is why he preferred not to talk. He just made a major slip-up, and now his mind was reeling to fix it before it spiraled into something worse.
"I have my ways." There. Vague answer. Kind of creepy. Maybe a little more stalker-ish than he had intended, but– he couldn't think of anything else.
And now he was having an internal spaz-out, so he needed to get away. He didn't really wait for her to reply, rather decided to make his exit right then and there. Shadows swirled around him and dissipated into wisps of dark haze, and he teleported as far as he could see down the block, where he ducked into a nearby alleyway and fled into the darkness.

(Evelyn: Damnit Night! I wanted to kiss you!)(angry Pastel noises)
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Evelyn was undoubtedly a bit shocked when Nightmare left all of the sudden. After some time, she regained her actual consciousness. She picked up her phone and called one of the police officers she knew. Soon enough, the policeman came.

”Sorry to bother you again andrew (Our Supreme Lord and Overseer)…” she stated to the police officer as he chuckled.

”Why are you apologizing?” he used his own powers to drill through the concrete block Evelyn made ”It is my job to do this after all” he quickly put handcuffs on Crescent before taking the villain down to the entrance. Evelyn handed the detonator to the officer as per giving him a nod.

Evelyn went down soon after, going back to her waiting room and gathering her stuff. She had no other business here it seemed. The event had started without her making an appearance, for what reason should she enter now?

She made her way out and when offered a ride home from the police officer, she declined. No matter how trustworthy he seemed, she never fully trusted anyone.

On the way home, she came across a darkened alleyway. Fearing what or who might be in there, she stood at its opening. When she saw a barely moving silhouette, she softly smiled.
”Nightmare?” she calmly asked.

(Who’s the stalker now, Zeke?!)

(Zeke: sTaY aWaY bEcAuSe I dO nOt Do EmOtIoNs)(is very emotional and angry about it)

Zeke shrank back into the shadows further, though he realized there was no point in hiding since she was already aware of his presence. And fleeing altogether– well, that would just seem downright cowardly. What was she doing here, anyway? Didn't she have things to be doing? Apparently harassing him was her top priority.
And yet, for some reason, he still chose to come a bit closer– teleporting for the sake of it being more eerie than walking– still keeping a good distance between them, but enough for the faint bit of moonlight that did manage to leak into the alley to reveal the outline of his dark form. "You shouldn't be here," he responded stoically– though, internally he was far from stoic at this point. No. His heart was thumping a little harder than he'd like for it to be. Her very presence made him nervous at this point, considering the amount of slip-ups he'd already managed to make in front of her. He was certain he'd set a new record.

Evelyn hesitated a bit but grinned a bit before skipping hastily towards Nightmare.
”I’m heading home soon but I just wanted to say—“ she was right beside the man and channeled enough courage to lean in close to him. The moonlight shined down on them, giving out a light bluish shine.
”—thank you” she whispered before quickly turning to leave the alleyway. Before leaving, though, she stood at the opening of the darkened path. She turned back to Nightmare once again to give him a genuine and warm smile. Soon, she went her way.

Zeke's heart rate seemed to only increase as she drew closer, and it wasn't until after she was gone that he realized he'd been holding his breath. He released it as a silent sigh once she was out of sight, taking a couple steps back into the darkness once again. His mind reeled so fast that he couldn't keep up with the thoughts that whirled through his brain. Too much had happened over the past twenty-four hours for him to ponder on all of it. The whole situation was– unsettling. He didn't like the way it made him feel. Or, more accurately, he didn't like the fact that it made him feel. Though, what that feeling was– annoyance, worry, irritation, or… something else– he refused to find out.
He swallowed hard, his golden eyes flickering to the night sky. So vast, so dark– like the empty void in his soul, where his heart probably should've been. But maybe that void wasn't as empty as he would've liked for it to be, really. He pulled the nearby shadows to himself as he started deeper into the alley. Cloudy black wisps swirled around him, like smoke off of a fire, their dark tendrils circling his entire body before dissipating into the air and once against reforming into the thick haze that engulfed him.
He knew he would never sleep tonight. Not with so many things to mull over and so many things to wonder about. But– he was stupid for entertaining thoughts. He shoved them away, forced them to be gone. They were nonsense. And they didn't mean anything, anyways. They were just thoughts, after all.
But thoughts could be quite powerful, and his would continue to plague him for the rest of the night.