[A tall thin black shadow of a man hunches over one of the arcade machines, intent on figuring out what on earth the appeal of these things might be. They're working now with a bit of feeling put into them. A first for him, arcade games! He's never had the time or inclination to mess around in an arcade before, of course. The lights from the screens would normally be too bright to stare directly at, the unbelieving people would walk through him in that horrible painful way... not worth it for a few minutes of entertainment.
But neither of those things are a problem for him at the moment, and it feels as if he's been here for quite some time. It's getting dull. A Boogeyman trapped in a dreamspace full of fearless people, who are probably figments of his imagination, has to entertain himself somehow. Try as he might, he can't sense the slightest whisper of fear in anyone... it makes all the others seem like empty shells, missing that vital spark everyone has inside them, spirit and mortal alike. Much more plausible (comforting?) to keep on behaving as if the people around him aren't real.
Unfortunately, he can't win the game. Terrible luck he's having, the power keeps running--not to mention the game itself makes no sense. The screen goes dark once more, prompting him to smack the side of the machine irritably. Come on, come on, let him play longer for ten minutes already, he's bored.]
You useless, miserable thing! [It flickers back on with that quick burst of anger and he eyeballs it warily...]
Library
[Some indeterminate amount of time later, he's found the new building and is wandering through it aimlessly. The books are obviously as fake as the people. It's getting so old. What did the Nightmares do to him? Is this ever going to end? It would be a nightmare, an eternity of this, but it's subtler than the ones they'd trapped him in earlier.]
I wonder what's happened to me. Catatonia? Coma?
[This he says casually to no one in particular, with the air of someone very very used to holding conversations with himself... while stuffing yet another poor suffering teddy bear into one of the cages and closing the door. Haha.]
Pitch Black | RotG | ota
[A tall thin black shadow of a man hunches over one of the arcade machines, intent on figuring out what on earth the appeal of these things might be. They're working now with a bit of feeling put into them. A first for him, arcade games! He's never had the time or inclination to mess around in an arcade before, of course. The lights from the screens would normally be too bright to stare directly at, the unbelieving people would walk through him in that horrible painful way... not worth it for a few minutes of entertainment.
But neither of those things are a problem for him at the moment, and it feels as if he's been here for quite some time. It's getting dull. A Boogeyman trapped in a dreamspace full of fearless people, who are probably figments of his imagination, has to entertain himself somehow. Try as he might, he can't sense the slightest whisper of fear in anyone... it makes all the others seem like empty shells, missing that vital spark everyone has inside them, spirit and mortal alike. Much more plausible (comforting?) to keep on behaving as if the people around him aren't real.
Unfortunately, he can't win the game. Terrible luck he's having, the power keeps running--not to mention the game itself makes no sense. The screen goes dark once more, prompting him to smack the side of the machine irritably. Come on, come on, let him play longer for ten minutes already, he's bored.]
You useless, miserable thing! [It flickers back on with that quick burst of anger and he eyeballs it warily...]
Library
[Some indeterminate amount of time later, he's found the new building and is wandering through it aimlessly. The books are obviously as fake as the people. It's getting so old. What did the Nightmares do to him? Is this ever going to end? It would be a nightmare, an eternity of this, but it's subtler than the ones they'd trapped him in earlier.]
I wonder what's happened to me. Catatonia? Coma?
[This he says casually to no one in particular, with the air of someone very very used to holding conversations with himself... while stuffing yet another poor suffering teddy bear into one of the cages and closing the door. Haha.]
Wildcard
[Hit me up, I'll make it work!]