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[indigo_league]

Who: All affected!
Where: Inside a dream, a memory.
When: Halloween night!
Summary: Log for the 2021 Beheeyem Halloween event
Rating: Many of these memories may involve experiences that could be distressing. Please make sure to read the individual CWs for each top level. Also, make sure to tag your own top levels accordingly.

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Chip Abaroa | Original Character

[demonpuppy]

Blanket content warning on Chip's memories for child abuse, religious abuse, and victim blaming/gaslighting. Graphic physical violence will ONLY show up in a memory if specifically mentioned in a prompt.

1: [negative] Chip got in a fight at school and is being punished for it. You have to beg for forgiveness and endure the pain.

2: [positive] Grant asks you to help him clean up some charms, which include pieces of quartz. You have to be very brave and tell the truth.

3: [positive] It's a full moon, and Chip doesn't want Grant to be alone. You have to break the rules and pet a big dad.

4: [negative] Noises downstairs woke Chip up, and a customer is attacking Grant. You have to stab him until you forget who you are.

5: [mixed] Chip is at a trial and has to go up and testify. You have to tell them what he did to you.

4

[nastyboy]

[let's commit a murder]

[demonpuppy]

[The room Dimitri finds himself in is small, and dark. Not as small as it should feel, mind--it is certainly very cramped, with the kitchen space immediately adjacent to the two mattresses laid directly on the floor, but his vantage is lower than it should be. He sits on one of those mattresses with a blanket pooled around him and clenched tight in his hands, and from the stairwell leading down comes the faint sounds of some kind of struggle.]

[Chip sits beside him, trembling and staring at the path down. They say nothing.]

[nastyboy]

[This viewpoint is definitely not what it should be... and it doesn't miss Dimitri that he is at the same eye level as Chip.]

[Chip, terrified, shaking, eyes wide.]

[Dimitri makes the abrupt decision that it doesn't matter what he's like anymore. Instead, he just gets up to his feet immediately, and reaches out for Chip quietly.]

Chip. It is going to be okay. I am here.

[And he's going to have to quickly see just what's going on downstairs, so that he can make the right decision on how to best protect them, but... for right now, he needs to reassure them, as best he can.]

[demonpuppy]

[Chip startles, looking up at Dimitri--]

[And screams, scrambling back from him with a wild, terrified expression.]

Y-you're not me! You're not me!!

[It can't be a fae it can't be a fae it's not it's not it's not it's not--]

[nastyboy]

[OKAY, SO, THIS ISN'T GOING AS PLANNED- ]

[Dimitri jerks back when Chip screams, and immediately twists his head around, looking for the source of their fear. And yet, as it turns out, that would be... him.]

[Oh. Dimitri's shoulders slump, and his brow draws together as he looks back to Chip. Of course. Any child would have that kind of reaction, seeing a double of themself.]

[He lowers his voice, does his best to sound reassuring.]

I'm not. Chip? It is Dimitri. Through some sort of magic, I just look like you.

I am not going to do anything to you, all right?

[bestswordmaster]

[1 please ;_;]

[demonpuppy]

[Felix stands outside the door to a small house on a fairly crowded street. He carries a backpack and holds a small slip of paper in his hand, half-crumpled from his grip on it. The door stands shut in front of him, but a sense of foreboding permeates his body--instinct knows that danger is inside here.]

[Chip is standing next to him, eyes wide as they stare up at the door with dread written clear on their face. They haven't noticed he's there yet.]

[bestswordmaster]

[The first thing Felix notices is that it's loud here. Loud and too crowded. There are...fast-moving vehicles like tiny trains zooming along the street and making too much noise, and more people than he's used to walking around. He instantly dislikes this place.

He looks down at the paper, trying to read what it says. Only then does he notice Chip - along with the fact that he's much smaller than he should be.]

Chip? What's going on?

3

[instrumentally]

[LET'S PET A DAD!]

[demonpuppy]

[It's nighttime, and the storage room Rei stands in is lit through the window by bright moonlight. It slants across shelves full of carefully labeled boxes, the contents occasionally poking out to reveal an esoteric assortment. Set into the floor just under said window is a trap door, carefully made flush to the floor and clearly made to be incredibly sturdy. She herself stands at the foot of a staircase clad in a loose set of pajamas, but before she can do anything Chip is running ahead of her over to that trap door.]

Yes, yes, yes--!

[They try to tug it open, but they can't even grasp the handle--their fingers pass right through.]

Wh--hey! What's going on?!

[instrumentally]

I suspect that this is an odd sort of dream.

[Perhaps she is capable of grasping the handle of the hidden door? It seems to be something worth trying, so she will make the attempt.]

2

[cyan_maid]

[Let's clean some rocks!]

[demonpuppy]

[Afternoon light shines in from the windows at the front of Grant's shop, which is empty for the moment. Jane sits behind the counter on a tall stool with some worksheets spread in front of her--an assortment from math to history to...basic magic? Hm. Sounds of shuffling and clinking come from the back room behind her, and Chip is peeking through the door to watch Grant work.]

...this stuff is weird.

[Yes, it took three dreams for Chip to figure out that Some Shit is going on tonight.]

[cyan_maid]

[Hm? This is...homework?

This is homework at a level Jane hasn't had to do in a while.

Like, normally she'd just fill in the answers easy peasy but she's also getting the sense that things are very weird.]

Chip? Is that you?

2

[shiro2hero]

[ Let's bond little guy ]

[demonpuppy]

[Afternoon light shines in from the windows at the front of Grant's shop, which is empty for the moment. Shiroe sits behind the counter on a tall stool with some worksheets spread in front of him--an assortment from math to history to...basic magic? Hm. Sounds of shuffling and clinking come from the back room behind him, and Chip is peeking through the door to watch Grant work.]

...this stuff is weird.

[Yes, it took three dreams for Chip to figure out that Some Shit is going on tonight.]

[shiro2hero]

[Hey! Math! Definitely not the kind he's used to, much more along the lines of a grade school kid's, but that, at least, he can identify. He even reaches forward, to start working out one or two, but the sounds stop his hand mid-motion.]

[Slowly, he turns, on the stool. Part of him has an insane desire to spin in it, but he makes himself stop.]

... Chip?

[That's Grant's kid. He's sure it's them.]

[vrdantwind]

(5, in which Claude struggles to find a nearby object that can be thrown with lethal force)