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Happy Dreams- The Second Day, Day of Lament
<b>The night sky would once again hang over the city gently as something ominous seemed to begin stirring within a monument out in front of what seemed to be a small garden. The monument was that of a fountain that normally was filled with clear, fresh water.
Today, however, the water would seem dark and smokey like a thick miasma of sorts. Anyone who stared into it might notice occasionally that it seemed as though something was starring up from within the water.
The smell the liquid gave of would be reminiscent of both blood and alcohol as it's very existence seemed to pollute the world. A large tree within the garden would also seem to be rotting from the inside out as if affected directly by the liquid somehow.</b>
Happy Dreams-The First Day, Day of Witness
<b>Russell would be wandering the streets late into the night. His face was expressionless as usual as he seemed to simply walk around, looking for a safe place to sleep.
He needed to find somewhere secure so his dreams couldn't reach him. He would move one hand over his pocket to check it quickly...his medication still hadn't restocked. He hoped it would have before he went to bed for the night but he'd just have to hope his condition didn't flare up in the dead of night.
However, Russell wouldn't get the chance to find a place to sleep. A man in dark clothing approached him from behind. The man would reach into his coat and pull out a gun before pointing it to Russell's back.</b>
Mugger: Alright kid, give me whatever you've got. I don't have time for games so hand it all over.
<b>Russell would be confused, never before had he been approached like this. It was strange to him. What manner of person was this? Perhaps a lowlife who was taking money from him to buy liquer...yes, he could smell the booze on the man's breathe already.
That smell...he could feel something welling up in his stomach. This feeling was familiar to him...[Bloodlust]. He could already feel the emotion trying to break out, wanting to manifest and strike out against the man but just at that moment he could feel his body begin to tremble and the shadows began dancing in the corner of his eyes.
He needed his medication now. He reached into his pocket and pulled the light blue pills out but just as he did so the man quickly snatched them from his hand.</b>
Mugger: What's this? Some kind of medicine? I didn't mean give me your meds. Money, I want money, now give me everything you have. A well-dressed boy like you has to have something!
<b>The man would throw the pills onto the ground before crushing them under his foot. Russell's shaking would get worse as he could feel his body tense up and try to force him to sleep.
The shadowy figures would climb around him trying to smother him at the same time to help bring him to a state of unconsciousness. The mugger would only watch, confused by what was happening to the boy.</b>
Mugger: Hey, kid! Wake up! I'm not done ye-
<b>The mugger was cut off as his head would fall to the ground. One of the shadows, now almost fully visible to anyone else, had extended its arm up to his neck and finished the poor man off.
The shadow would join the others in surrounding Russell before finally forming into a dome of sorts around him and dragging him into a dark puddle in the ground.
Nothing would be left behind besides the puddle which would continue to infect the streets and grow in size, although at a slow rate.</b>
I am the best ship to exist
My knife X Dad is the best ship I've seen. It just goes together in my head so well.
Back Alley Dealings: A Steamy Rendezvouz
<b>Russell would take a moment to look the ghost over. He definitely believed this to be a dream of some sort, a world created by the pills perhaps with new rules to follow or perhaps this was a consequence to consistently taking them.
Perhaps to some extent, he was addicted to the drug now but what kind of future would that hold for him? He couldn't be sure, all he wanted now was a way to gain redemption through some means, even if that meant death.</b>
I've already acted out the opposite time and time again. It might be a nice change of pace...
<b>Russell would quickly move towards a pod, eager to move forward with this. He would choose the one closest to him with no concern for which it was.</b>
Back Alley Dealings: A Steamy Rendezvouz
<b>The smash would seem to almost watch as PK dodges without taking its eyes from its victim. Its eyes were like the eyes of a killer fixating on a prize.
As he dodged to the right and began his strike upon the smash's arm it would twist its body towards PK and swings it needles extending from its arms towards PK's sword as it comes down to try and knock it off its course.
At the same time, it would once more extend its arm needles along PK's blame to try and stab at his shoulder.</b>
Back Alley Dealings: A Steamy Rendezvouz
<b>A young boy would walk through the night in dead silence. He was confused as to why he was here and more importantly, why he was alive.
In one hand he carried a bloody knife. He couldn't recall why he had it or where it came from but he felt it was important. With nowhere to keep it, he simply held it in hand, trying to wipe the blood off but it almost seemed like the knife was stained with it.
His face all the while remained dead pan. Most boys his age might've been nervous about such a thing as a blood-soaked knife but he seemed oddly calm about it as if it was nothing unusual.
He would finally come across the flier and door. He was curious about it but almost apprehensive about approaching it. The world seemed to grow darker around him as suddenly strange shadows seemed to follow him, moving around him with no real rhyme or reason. They seemed to laugh at him, mocking him.
He reached into his pocket and pulled from it two blue pills that almost looked unnaturally bright in color. He would slide the pills into his mouth just as his body began shaking and swallowed. After a few minutes, the shaking would stop along with the visions.
He would return to his usual blank stare as he knocked on the door three times.</b>
Back Alley Dealings: A Steamy Rendezvouz
<b>The boy would look up at the figure and then down at his knife. He almost seemed to be checking if this was real or if he was asleep right now but then he would recall that he just took the pills. None of this made sense, he wasn't even sure why he still had the damn pills in the first place or why there always seemed to be more in his own pocket. Was this just another nightmare but if so then...
He would quickly try to clear his own head shaking it slowly for a moment as he would bring one hand to his head. He just had to roll with whatever end this might bring him too. He would once more look up at the figure with his usual apathetic expression. He would begin to speak in a tone equally matching his face.</b>
I'm here to be a test subject but I have a question. Is there a chance I could die in these tests? I'm looking to reach the end of...whatever this is...
Back Alley Dealings: A Steamy Rendezvouz
<b>The strike would land perfectly upon the Smash as the cold of the ice would leave it no choice but to uncurl. It would once again lose control of its movement within the tornado as the cold water rushes down its face and freezes in place causing it to panic further.
Needles would extend outward from its head to try to break the ice away but with such small blades trying to break it apart it would be slow in doing so.
The smash would almost be powerless as it wildly begins slashing at the air around it with the blades on its arms. It would try to hit something anything, it just knew it had to destroy because that was the desire the fueled it.</b>
Back Alley Dealings: A Steamy Rendezvouz
<b>Despite everything else this desire to end life was familiar. To cut into a life and end it, yes, he felt that he had to end a life, the life of the one before him.
The smash would let out a loud yell as needles extended from all over its body before retracting once more. He would begin focusing on the first living thing he could find in the room, that being PK.
The smash would immediately try to rush forward with one hand out and extend the needles forward as it immediately tried to grab at PK's chest. </b>
Back Alley Dealings: A Steamy Rendezvouz
<b>The smash would try to move away from the tornado at a remarkable speed by stepping back but the object the ghost created would hit it directly in the back as it moves backwards causing the smash to lose its balance and fall into the tornado.
It would begin extending its needles all over its body as it tries to curl itself into a ball to form a makeshift ball of needles as the tornado carried it.</b>
Back Alley Dealings: A Steamy Rendezvouz
<b>It would take a moment for Russell to get up and even as he did he felt a numbness in his mind as everything seemed hazy. He could barely remember his own name let alone anything else.</b>
"Forgetful? I see...I'll just have to wait a while then..."
<b>Despite his loss of memory Russell still acted with an unusual calmness and an emotionless expression. It was as if he was a stranger to feelings such a concern or worry.
Inevitably though his body would begin shaking once more as the world around him seemed to grow darker. The laughing shadows would once again move across the walls in the corners of his eyes. Before he even knew what was happening he would pull a pair of blue pills out of his pocket and force them down his own throat.
The shaking would soon subside as he returned to his blank stare.</b>
Back Alley Dealings: A Steamy Rendezvouz
<b>The smash would fall to the ground after receiving the heated strikes. It's body now burnt and torn from the attack it would be unable to even move.
It could only moan as the needles on its body seemed to extend and retract a few inches at a time.</b>
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