forum “What’s your greatest fear?” // 5/5, closed // Stalkers welcome!

Started June 19, 2023 by @the-void-phantasmic group

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Tseth stares at Lucas for a moment. “Did you just appear- you know what, never mind. That would be helpful.” This place is creepy as fuck-

Daphne blinks a few times, looking at Lucas, then mumbles, “That’s not creepy at all…”

Lucas notices both Tseth and Daphne are creeped out. “Ah, right- I’ll stop doing that. Sorry.” He points at two different doors. “This one’s Tseth’s, and this one is Daphne’s.” He looks back at the two of them. “If you have any more questions, feel free to ask me. Uh- probably best to ask tomorrow, though. You can’t be out of your rooms past sunset.” He looks around awkwardly, then walks away.

Sylvia sighs. Lucas isn’t here, I might as well do it now. She picks up her dart gun from the floor, then aims it at Salmook. “This is your fault for being stubborn.” She shoots Salmook with the dart gun, knocking him out, then picks him up and carries him to his room.

Tseth narrows his eyes at the last bit of Lucas’s sentence. He looks down at Daphne. “I never listened to my mother’s curfew. They should know better than to set one.” He walks to Daphne’s door, opening it and helping her inside. “I’ll see you tomorrow, if I’m still alive.”

(Fair enough-)

Daphne laughs a little, then nudges Tseth. “Hey- dont say it like that. You’ll live.” She sighs, standing there for a moment. “See you tomorrow.” She gently closes the door, then goes and sits down on her bed, fidgeting anxiously. Great, I get to be locked up in my room every night.

Tseth moves to his room, closing the door behind him. He stands there for a while, staring at the door. And then he tries to open it again.

The door doesn’t budge when Tseth tries to open it. It’s locked.

Salmook squeals as the dart pierces his chest. He doubles over in pain, fumbling to tear it out. The dart must be barbed - it's not coming out. A surprised squeak escapes his throat as the jabby-girl picks him up.
"No jabbery! No!"
He's getting louder and wilder, thrashing like crazy in her grasp. It's a mess of snaggly teeth and unkept nails.
"NO!"
Salmook whines as he feels himself going limp. There's a half-hearted kick at the jabby-girl's chest, but it's already hard to see. Before everything goes dark, he sinks he teeth into what he thinks is a shoulder. Or maybe it's an arm? He doesn't know, but he latches on like his life depends on it. Another nightmare is the last thing he wants right now.

Sylvia pays no attention to Salmook, not even when he bites her. She just goes into Salmook’s room, tosses him on the bed, and walks out, closing the door behind her so it locks.

Daphne looks around for a moment, then kicks off her shoes and lays down on her side. Might as well try to get some sleep. She stares at the wall, really disassociating more than actually sleeping. But if I sleep, then I might have a nightmare- no, I definitely will. And that would be loud and annoying. Should probably stay awake, at least for tonight. She huffs, then rolls onto her back and stares at the ceiling.

Tseth tries to kick the door down, but it doesn’t budge. Great. What if I’m trapped in here for longer than tomorrow like- shut up, I’ll be fine. He lays on his bed, staring at the ceiling. He closes his eyes, but he knows he won’t get any sleep.

(I’m just gonna do a real quick timeskip-)

Daphne continues staring at the ceiling for what feels like ages. She rolls over onto her side, and decides to rest her eyes for a few seconds.

(Pretend I wrote something violent, anyway it’s been a few hours and it’s probably morning woo)

Daphne thrashes around a bit in her sleep, sobbing and mumbling distressed pleas for mercy. “No- not again, no…” She suddenly starts yelling. “NO- NO!” She wakes up in a cold sweat and sits bolt upright, and she has a death grip on her arm. She covers her face with her hands and continues sobbing, cursing to herself. “Fucking idiot-”

Daphne cries to herself for a while, the looks around the room. There’s a change of clothes for her on the table. I guess it’s the morning- might as well get ready and pretend nothing happened. She wipes her tears and walks over to the table, picking up the clothes. It’s just a plain white t-shirt and jeans. She sighs, then starts getting ready for the day.

After Daphne changes, she stares at the scars on her arms. Everyone’s gonna ask questions. Well- except Tseth, but that’s only one person. Fucking fantastic.

Daphne looks up as the door opens. It’s Sylvia. “Time to come to the main room, Daphne.” Daphne nods reluctantly, then walks out of her room, still shaking visibly. She fidgets with her sleeves, clearly incredibly self-conscious.

It's been a another awful day… or night? Salmook's internal clock is off. What he does know is that he's been absolutely destroying his room since he woke up. He's torn the stuffing from his pillows, and there's more than a few bite marks in the table. He's starving and nothing in the room is edible.
There were clothes on the table - clothes that looked like the jabby-people's uniforms. The clothes are now on a pile on the floor, mostly untouched by Salmook's chaos. Sniffing, he looms over the pile. He bites into a shirt and pulls the opposite end away. The first few tries, the fabric slips through his teeth, but soon, the sleeve starts to rip.
He continues to chew through whatever clothes were left for him, slowly but steadily, and then he tears the scraps into more scraps. If the jabby-people want to make this hard for him, he'll make it hard for them, too, one shredded shirt at a time.