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Seriously, when am I gonna wake up...?
[ Riddled with fear, Tamaki was barely aware of having walked in circles for hours now. Excruciatingly slow and knock-kneed, but circles none the less. It was almost pitiful, really. The sight of a tall, built man, reduced into whines and shudders over an unfamiliar place, most certainly filled with unfamiliar creatures. Such a realistic nightmare was bound to have him begging to sleep in one of his group members' rooms for months. Maybe they could all have a sleepover and marathon something if their busy schedule allowed it.
Man, a sleepover sounded great right about now. Was it even possible to feel drowsy within a dream? Regardless of his unusual predicament, Tamaki can't allow himself to fall asleep. Giving in to the exhaustion would make him food for the ghouls. Not that being awake makes him any less of potential prey. Sure, he could run for his life, but legs run tired, and ghosts don't have legs to wear out. Maybe he could dance for them and hope one of his moves land a hit, but then again, that would be no good. Ghosts are transparent.
His mouth curves into a frown, disgruntled sounds thrumming in his throat. This ordeal was getting old fast, and the hypothesis of a dream seemed less plausible with each aching press of his feet against the ground. God, his heels felt so sore, and...wait Reality starts to slowly seep through his skull, and his feet slow down until he's standing still, staring out into the world ahead of him. This might not be a dream, which means Tamaki anywhere near home at the moment. Immediately his instincts tell him He had to get back home, though. Who knows how harsh of a scolding he would receive from Sougo if he were to show up late to work. He wasn't up for dealing with the nagging, not after being stuck in ScaryTown risking his life. Plus, if he went missing for too long and Aya found out about it, that would put her in all sorts of dangers he can't protect her from.
The urgency of returning fills him with bravery, and he makes up his mind. Whatever terrifying discovery he came across with could not get in the way of his journey. To achieve this, he needed something to defend himself with. But, where...? He did pass a weird looking cave once (or twice) while "exploring." It might be worth checking it out. ]
F.
[ Tamaki's senses heighten with fright as he enters the cavern, and with any hint of another presence around the corner, he jumps and shrieks, only to be met with the echoes of his own despair. Each time, it's all the same process: Stop, Scream, Echo, Wait, Sigh in Relief, Keep walking. Different sorts of items left behind were loitered around, but none seemed to be of any use until a glint of silver calls to him.
Excitedly, Tamaki runs over and picks the object in question up, deeming it to be a knife of some sort. To his surprise, however, the knife comes alive in his hands and catches him by surprise, jumping off his hands as he scrambles to catch it once more. Weird knife. What kind of use does it have being so shaky and lacking a pointy end? It's gotta be some fancy Anti-Monster knife. Trying to keep it still, he examines it further and comes across the three settings. Wonder what does mean. Does frowny face make the enemy hurt? Or does the happy face make him happy by spooking it away? Either way, it was awesome. No way he'd be food for anyone with this baby in his hands. Satisfied, a confident look finally graces his features as he swings it around recklessly, practicing his slashes and stabs against imaginary fiends. ]
Awesome, I bet Sou-chan's gonna be so jealous of my cool knife when I show him!
[ Riddled with fear, Tamaki was barely aware of having walked in circles for hours now. Excruciatingly slow and knock-kneed, but circles none the less. It was almost pitiful, really. The sight of a tall, built man, reduced into whines and shudders over an unfamiliar place, most certainly filled with unfamiliar creatures. Such a realistic nightmare was bound to have him begging to sleep in one of his group members' rooms for months. Maybe they could all have a sleepover and marathon something if their busy schedule allowed it.
Man, a sleepover sounded great right about now. Was it even possible to feel drowsy within a dream? Regardless of his unusual predicament, Tamaki can't allow himself to fall asleep. Giving in to the exhaustion would make him food for the ghouls. Not that being awake makes him any less of potential prey. Sure, he could run for his life, but legs run tired, and ghosts don't have legs to wear out. Maybe he could dance for them and hope one of his moves land a hit, but then again, that would be no good. Ghosts are transparent.
His mouth curves into a frown, disgruntled sounds thrumming in his throat. This ordeal was getting old fast, and the hypothesis of a dream seemed less plausible with each aching press of his feet against the ground. God, his heels felt so sore, and...wait Reality starts to slowly seep through his skull, and his feet slow down until he's standing still, staring out into the world ahead of him. This might not be a dream, which means Tamaki anywhere near home at the moment. Immediately his instincts tell him He had to get back home, though. Who knows how harsh of a scolding he would receive from Sougo if he were to show up late to work. He wasn't up for dealing with the nagging, not after being stuck in ScaryTown risking his life. Plus, if he went missing for too long and Aya found out about it, that would put her in all sorts of dangers he can't protect her from.
The urgency of returning fills him with bravery, and he makes up his mind. Whatever terrifying discovery he came across with could not get in the way of his journey. To achieve this, he needed something to defend himself with. But, where...? He did pass a weird looking cave once (or twice) while "exploring." It might be worth checking it out. ]
F.
[ Tamaki's senses heighten with fright as he enters the cavern, and with any hint of another presence around the corner, he jumps and shrieks, only to be met with the echoes of his own despair. Each time, it's all the same process: Stop, Scream, Echo, Wait, Sigh in Relief, Keep walking. Different sorts of items left behind were loitered around, but none seemed to be of any use until a glint of silver calls to him.
Excitedly, Tamaki runs over and picks the object in question up, deeming it to be a knife of some sort. To his surprise, however, the knife comes alive in his hands and catches him by surprise, jumping off his hands as he scrambles to catch it once more. Weird knife. What kind of use does it have being so shaky and lacking a pointy end? It's gotta be some fancy Anti-Monster knife. Trying to keep it still, he examines it further and comes across the three settings. Wonder what does mean. Does frowny face make the enemy hurt? Or does the happy face make him happy by spooking it away? Either way, it was awesome. No way he'd be food for anyone with this baby in his hands. Satisfied, a confident look finally graces his features as he swings it around recklessly, practicing his slashes and stabs against imaginary fiends. ]
Awesome, I bet Sou-chan's gonna be so jealous of my cool knife when I show him!