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deercountry2021-10-29 10:00 pm
siriusly) wrote in deercountry2021-10-29 10:00 pm
Entry tags:
alive! (derogatory)
Who: Childe and Manabu
What: Manabu respawns in Childe's dead-person ice box
When: End of October
Where: Childe's kitchen
Content Warnings: Body horrorx100, body morphing animorphs-style, death mentions, asphyxiation, gross auditory cues, emetophobia
The darkness is only comforting when there's suddenly something to contrast it.
No more peaceful oceans to glide through with a sense of security and purpose, no trees and soft meadows and fruit, no distant echoes of babbling waters...none of that follows the darkness this time. This time...it's the burning awareness of cold as the numbness wears off.
It's so cold. Too cold to move, to even breathe...
Because he can't.
Manabu's return is fast, almost comically fast by comparison to how long his body had laid dormant. There's barely a chance to even come to terms with the sudden sense of self before the matter of being unable to breathe becomes the sole focus. After all, squids are sea-creatures - coming back to life in an ice box full of crystalized blood and matter and...well, ice, isn't really going to cut it.
Amidst the panic, he doesn't realize that the high-pitched noises are his - burgeoning attempts at the formation of vocal chords to give his thoughts a voice. Kind of hard in the fluctuating state he's in, and it won't get any prettier as it progresses. And progress it does! Manabu is blind through most all of it, and that in of itself is likely a blessing, because he is not a pretty sight, especially if what he sounds like is any indication. Underneath the shrieking is squelching, schlorping, and crunching as flailing tentacles start to meld together, as bones start to form inside.
The acoustics in this place are lovely; they really carry the sounds of pure, primal anguish and terror and unholy morphing in progress. That is, after the unholy pounding on the ice box door finally proves enough to pop that top right off and expose this nightmare to the open air.
...Which he still can't breathe.
What: Manabu respawns in Childe's dead-person ice box
When: End of October
Where: Childe's kitchen
Content Warnings: Body horrorx100, body morphing animorphs-style, death mentions, asphyxiation, gross auditory cues, emetophobia
The darkness is only comforting when there's suddenly something to contrast it.
No more peaceful oceans to glide through with a sense of security and purpose, no trees and soft meadows and fruit, no distant echoes of babbling waters...none of that follows the darkness this time. This time...it's the burning awareness of cold as the numbness wears off.
It's so cold. Too cold to move, to even breathe...
Because he can't.
I can't breathe!
Manabu's return is fast, almost comically fast by comparison to how long his body had laid dormant. There's barely a chance to even come to terms with the sudden sense of self before the matter of being unable to breathe becomes the sole focus. After all, squids are sea-creatures - coming back to life in an ice box full of crystalized blood and matter and...well, ice, isn't really going to cut it.
Wh-what's going on?! It's--it's so cold. I can't breathe! Am I dying?
Someone! Help! Help me!
Amidst the panic, he doesn't realize that the high-pitched noises are his - burgeoning attempts at the formation of vocal chords to give his thoughts a voice. Kind of hard in the fluctuating state he's in, and it won't get any prettier as it progresses. And progress it does! Manabu is blind through most all of it, and that in of itself is likely a blessing, because he is not a pretty sight, especially if what he sounds like is any indication. Underneath the shrieking is squelching, schlorping, and crunching as flailing tentacles start to meld together, as bones start to form inside.
The acoustics in this place are lovely; they really carry the sounds of pure, primal anguish and terror and unholy morphing in progress. That is, after the unholy pounding on the ice box door finally proves enough to pop that top right off and expose this nightmare to the open air.
...Which he still can't breathe.
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He swallows thickly against those uncomfortable feelings, turning his head to look over toward Childe as he speaks. It takes a few seconds to process the words, because Manabu's mind wants to wander and linger on the surreal quality of just being here with company.
Once the words click, however, Manabu's expression shifts. Another friend of mine died.
"Who-?"
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Childe doesn't let himself look down for long, lifting his head up and smiling back at Manabu. He's fine, we're all fine here.
"You may have seen him around Trench. There's no mistaking that striking red hair of his. Actually, the other half of this batch of dumplings was for him."
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He utters a soft sound of acknowledgement, looking back down at the remains of the food he picked at. Hadn't Diluc had enough death? That canoe voyage through bloody waters full of the bodies of his friends and family wasn't that long ago...was it?
Was it? Manabu rubs at his face, struck by a wave of dread. How long has it been?
"Okay," he murmurs, dragging his hand away to fall in his lap. "Kay..."
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"I'll prepare your bed for the remainder of the time you'll need to recover. I apologize for the lack of entertainment, I'm not home most of the time. It's really more of a place to eat and sleep. I'll be back momentarily. Just send your omen if you need anything."
Leaving, he walks down the hallway and disappears into a smaller guest bedroom occupied not but a few days earlier by a small child. He has to make sure Klee didn't leave any bombs in there, he can't imagine how that would go if Manabu were to discover one.