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victory_road2022-05-05 10:13 pm
candyapplechild) wrote in victory_road2022-05-05 10:13 pm
[CLOSED] Oh look it's TRAUMA O CLOCK
Who: Eri & Closed to Housemates
What: Eri is seeing ghosts now and im being horrifically mean to my own character
When: Early May
Where: Fire Emblem 3Houses... polycule + adopted kids house? I dont know what to call it still
Warnings: TRAUMA OH BOY TRAUMA, MHA Major Character Death Spoilers, mentions of torture via ptsd flashbacks, me just being absolutely terrible to this poor child im so sorry—
[ She had just been playing outside. That was all... it was something she always did, living and playing happily with all of her Pokemon with a bright smile on her face. She was starting to open up to people in the house... less shy, less wary.
She is suddenly throwing the door open, a look of pure terror on her face as she dashes into the house.
Following her are numerous figures. Big men, small men, a number of different everyday people... all of their faces covered by masks of some kind, most of them similar to masks worn by Plague Doctors. They are all silent, aside from the occasional grumble or curse, but they all wordlessly follow Eri as she races through the house. ]
N-No...! NO!! GET AWAY!!!
[ Tears are forming. She's desperate. This isn't the usual, playful Eri... she's genuinely terried as the ghosts phase through walls to slowly follow her. ]
Please...!! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!! Please leave me alone...!!
[ If anything is within reach, isn't clearly fragile, and can be thrown... consider it thrown, as she desperately tries to get them to go away, but to no avail. She's not listening to anyone right now, and she's not sticking around in one place... running fast, as if her life depends on it. She doesn't let herself be caught by anyone, living or dead... she can't let herself be caught.
She keeps running, running wherever she can within the confines of the house that doesn't lead to a dead-end. Tears are running fast down her cheeks, her breathing is fast, and yet she doesn't let out any loud sobs... only desperate pleas for the ghosts to leave her alone. Pleas that fall on deaf ears.
She only stops when, suddenly, the ghost of an unmasked professional-looking glasses-wearing businessman appears in the center of the room she just ran into.
And Eri freezes.
And she drops to her knees, her legs suddenly giving out beneath her. The bangs of her hair, now unkempt and falling over her face somewhat, falls over part of her face as big ghibli-tears continue to silently stream down her face. ]
N-No... you're not...
[ Her breathing quickens, more than before. Her heart is racing. No, this can't be true. She hasn't... she hasn't thanked you yet. You can't be dead. ]
No... no nO NO...!! YOU'RE NOT...!! I DIDN'T...! I...!!
[ With how she's finally stopped running, the masked men close in around her... not touching her, but hovering just around her... with a space open for her to see the silent, stern-looking businessman. She gasps, realizing too late that she's surrounded, and her breathing quickens further to the point of hyperventilation. ]
No...
[ Her mind flashes back. Long and unending white hallways, everything looking the same no matter where she went, a dark room painted in numerous colors in a fruitless attempt to make the awful room comforting, random unopened toys strewn about the room in a desperate attempt to bribe her into giving her trust, another room with an uncomfortable and cold metal chair...
The men that would guard the first room, the one where she slept. The guards. The men that are surrounding her now.
Men that were killed because they couldn't stop her from trying to escape.
"This is the result of your selfishness, Eri."
"Someone else is about to die because of you! Is that what you want!?"
"It's easier to be hurt yourself than have others get hurt for you, huh?" ]
Please...
[ Sitting in that cold, unforgiving chair. Memories flashing through her mind of being mutilated, torn apart, coming so close to death that everything would almost go dark... only to be brought back.
She feels dizzy, black spots starting to appear in her vision as her eyes remain locked onto the businessman.
She blinks once, his once-neat suit is now open, showing an impressive pair of abs... but more shocking than that, a large hole in his stomach. Blood pooling out, his hair unkempt, his glasses cracked, a horrific gash on his left arm. ]
...that man wearing glasses... all of you... were injured badly because of me...
[ His death was kept a secret from her. To keep her from blaming herself for his death.
As a price for her being saved, another person died. ]
I never wanted this...!
[ She screams. She screams as memories flash by. Men desperately trying to reason with that man, making excuses only to suddenly go silent while Eri closed her eyes and held her ears. All of the people that died because of her selfishness.
And now him... that nice man that helped save her... the man that Lemillion cared about...
Something inside her just... snaps. ]
What: Eri is seeing ghosts now and im being horrifically mean to my own character
When: Early May
Where: Fire Emblem 3Houses... polycule + adopted kids house? I dont know what to call it still
Warnings: TRAUMA OH BOY TRAUMA, MHA Major Character Death Spoilers, mentions of torture via ptsd flashbacks, me just being absolutely terrible to this poor child im so sorry—
[ She had just been playing outside. That was all... it was something she always did, living and playing happily with all of her Pokemon with a bright smile on her face. She was starting to open up to people in the house... less shy, less wary.
She is suddenly throwing the door open, a look of pure terror on her face as she dashes into the house.
Following her are numerous figures. Big men, small men, a number of different everyday people... all of their faces covered by masks of some kind, most of them similar to masks worn by Plague Doctors. They are all silent, aside from the occasional grumble or curse, but they all wordlessly follow Eri as she races through the house. ]
N-No...! NO!! GET AWAY!!!
[ Tears are forming. She's desperate. This isn't the usual, playful Eri... she's genuinely terried as the ghosts phase through walls to slowly follow her. ]
Please...!! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!! Please leave me alone...!!
[ If anything is within reach, isn't clearly fragile, and can be thrown... consider it thrown, as she desperately tries to get them to go away, but to no avail. She's not listening to anyone right now, and she's not sticking around in one place... running fast, as if her life depends on it. She doesn't let herself be caught by anyone, living or dead... she can't let herself be caught.
She keeps running, running wherever she can within the confines of the house that doesn't lead to a dead-end. Tears are running fast down her cheeks, her breathing is fast, and yet she doesn't let out any loud sobs... only desperate pleas for the ghosts to leave her alone. Pleas that fall on deaf ears.
She only stops when, suddenly, the ghost of an unmasked professional-looking glasses-wearing businessman appears in the center of the room she just ran into.
And Eri freezes.
And she drops to her knees, her legs suddenly giving out beneath her. The bangs of her hair, now unkempt and falling over her face somewhat, falls over part of her face as big ghibli-tears continue to silently stream down her face. ]
N-No... you're not...
[ Her breathing quickens, more than before. Her heart is racing. No, this can't be true. She hasn't... she hasn't thanked you yet. You can't be dead. ]
No... no nO NO...!! YOU'RE NOT...!! I DIDN'T...! I...!!
[ With how she's finally stopped running, the masked men close in around her... not touching her, but hovering just around her... with a space open for her to see the silent, stern-looking businessman. She gasps, realizing too late that she's surrounded, and her breathing quickens further to the point of hyperventilation. ]
No...
[ Her mind flashes back. Long and unending white hallways, everything looking the same no matter where she went, a dark room painted in numerous colors in a fruitless attempt to make the awful room comforting, random unopened toys strewn about the room in a desperate attempt to bribe her into giving her trust, another room with an uncomfortable and cold metal chair...
The men that would guard the first room, the one where she slept. The guards. The men that are surrounding her now.
Men that were killed because they couldn't stop her from trying to escape.
"This is the result of your selfishness, Eri."
"Someone else is about to die because of you! Is that what you want!?"
"It's easier to be hurt yourself than have others get hurt for you, huh?" ]
Please...
[ Sitting in that cold, unforgiving chair. Memories flashing through her mind of being mutilated, torn apart, coming so close to death that everything would almost go dark... only to be brought back.
She feels dizzy, black spots starting to appear in her vision as her eyes remain locked onto the businessman.
She blinks once, his once-neat suit is now open, showing an impressive pair of abs... but more shocking than that, a large hole in his stomach. Blood pooling out, his hair unkempt, his glasses cracked, a horrific gash on his left arm. ]
...that man wearing glasses... all of you... were injured badly because of me...
[ His death was kept a secret from her. To keep her from blaming herself for his death.
As a price for her being saved, another person died. ]
I never wanted this...!
[ She screams. She screams as memories flash by. Men desperately trying to reason with that man, making excuses only to suddenly go silent while Eri closed her eyes and held her ears. All of the people that died because of her selfishness.
And now him... that nice man that helped save her... the man that Lemillion cared about...
Something inside her just... snaps. ]