[Anniversary] Morpheus strikes at noon

This was the angriest Fuhbar had been since the day his previous master had passed him over to that wench, his realm of existence the summoners dream looked as if it was being invaded by other peoples dreams, these disgusting people sure had a lot of equally disgusting dreams. He thought he would never see anything worse than the wenches dreams about her pathetic love over the ninja prince, but this was awful, brothels, spas in which people wore no clothes, these people were like filthy animals. And now someone had directly invaded the summoners dream, a younger girl with the legs of some sort of demon. He stood directly behind her and would tower over her, to someone unacquainted with him, he would look terrifying as he was a massive suit of knights armor with no visible being inside, his voice made a metallic echo as he spoke "Who is this foolish knave, and why do they dare to enter the summoners dream?".

Morgan quickly turned on her heel to see her friend Chloe sitting under Fuhbar, she ran over to the two and yelled at her spirit "Dont speak about my friend like that, I am the owner of this dream and im fine with her being here.". She extended her hand to Chloe to help her get up.

It was as if the old woman's command to let go...caused the opposite reaction. The little girl couldn't move, not a bit. Her brain started to buzz, and the people and fire in front of her moved faster and faster, til everything seemed like a blur of light and noise. Suddenly, everything stopped, and she was in a completely different place. A castle, and the grandmother was in a throne. Lulu looked at her, through the comically oversized glasses and blinked. The little girl's voice did not sound at all like a little girl. "I'm fairly sure I exist. I don't know if you do, I mean...you made a whole castle!" Lulu gestured wildly with her arms..and the weight of her giant sleeves put her off balance.

Her falling forward should have hurt, but she seemed to melt through the floor. She was falling through the moving sky! Any fear was replaced with pure exhileration, as she spread her arms wide. However, the ground started flying towards her, no..not ground. She was falling directly into a hot spring!

All of Lulu's Canadianism's came out as she was yelling sorry upon hitting the water, splashing any of the potential three woman close to the water with a lot more force than the girl's possible terminal velocity could bring. Instead of hitting the bottom, yet again she was falling.

This time, it was in complete darkness, and she bounced off an invisible ground she couldn't see. However, despite the black surrounding, Lulu could see herself clearly. "Hello?" Her voice was quiet, and yet echoed terribly. Was she in some cave? Without anything else to do the little child walked, and walked until at long last she reached a door. Opening the door, she saw the floor of the castle she had been in before, and promptly crashed on the ground, yet again beside the old granny.

She sat up, rubbing her face, and looked at the old woman."I don't know if I want to be real anymore. Do you have any peanut butter and jelly sandwiches?"

Mikhainon

Mikhainon scoffed. He couldn't seem to get a break in this place. This creature...

Huh.

There was something about her. She acted like a monster, but she smelled like a human. It felt like she was only one foot in in this reality.

Like usual, Mikhainon disliked being the answer provider. He completely ignored what she said and reached out to touch one of her tendrils, but he couldn't, it wasn't air more like something solid attempting to be solid but failing incredibly. He had never encountered such a creature before. He was curious. "You may borrow my time, creature. Tell me what you are."

The sauna wasn’t connected to hot springs. It was a proper sauna, after all. The room was heated by hot rocks in the center of the room, which one could pour water over to generate steam. A bucket sat by the rocks, full of water just for that purpose.

While the centuries-old demon Chloe waited for Amalia’s response, she noticed a small… deer-girl? A deer-girl in an oversized sweater, who was small enough to fit in Chloe’s palm. Whoever she was, she apologized in a high-pitched squeak before landing in the water-bucket. The splash was big enough to make it all the way to Chloe’s knees, which was impressive, considering how small and far away the bucket was.

“That happened.” Chloe shrugged and returned her gaze to Amalia’s still-clothed form. She was thankful for Kaya’s assistance in this little game of hers, whether or not Kaya realized she was helping.

Meanwhile, a younger Chloe was still on the floating island, flinching as an animated suit of armor stood over her, ominous, threatening, clearly displeased with her presence. She tried to stand up and run away, but she was too clumsy on her new legs and fell over immediately. Chloe hated her new legs. Relearning to walk proved to be a painfully slow process. Bruised knees served as ample evidence for the pain involved in the process.

Someone Chloe didn’t know was calling her a friend, and she claimed to ‘own this dream.’ Chloe accepted the hand up, but she didn’t let go of it when she got to her feet; standing was still a constant challenge, and she would appreciate this stranger’s help with that. “Er… thanks,” she managed to sputter through the haze of her disorientation. “But who are you, again?”

He's seen this dream a million times, and every single time it's just as terrible, just as destructive.

He's running. He can feel his feet slapping off the nothingness, but he can't see a floor. The floor feels like it's made of gravel or concrete or something out doorsy like that. He'll glance over his shoulder, like he does every time, Wei knows what he'll see, knows it very well, better than he knows himself even, he knows that being, knows that shape.

It's shaped like him.

Like many, many Wei HuSun's merged together in one oily seizing monster with infinite arms and legs and eyes and teeth, undulating and unfurling in a way that's not human and not liquid. It's shiny and black and leaves bits of itself behind as it tears after him screaming and whispering and calling and yelling with so many different voices that are all his own. The voices have never spoken lies, only the truths he hates, the ideas he tries to quash that bubble up during the day.

"You're broken."

"No one likes you."

"Waste of time!"

"Waste of space!"

"You're pathetic."

"You're disgusting."

"You'll be alone forever! HAHAHA."

"How useless are you? Can't you do anything?"

"All you ever do is run away!"

"Just kill yourself already."

Wei knows this dream well, even though their words change nightly. The voices speak no lies.

He knows this dream. Like always, like every night he stumbles forward, catching himself with his hands to keep running, stay ahead of the monster, don't let it catch you, don't let it--

But it's so fast, so quick, that one stumble is all it takes for it to be upon him, voices screaming and talking on top of each other, folding into each other, grabbing him, it's like mollasses, it's so sticky, it smears itself into his hair, into his fur, he can't move his arms, its flowing over his eyes and mouth and nose, he can't breathe, he can't breathe, can't breathe, can't breathe, can't, can't, can't, can't--

He takes a big inhale.

Almost instantly he can feel it--can feel the being fills his lungs to bursting, sticky and black and horrible, it's so painful, it hurts so much, he screams, tries to cough it out but when he inhales it just comes back and he can hear their voices layers all through his body, he's crying, he can tell it hurts so much, please, help, someone please help-—-

==> Strings

A low hum was heard from Strings. Ah, the common question. Most people would refer to her as a monster but this one had figured she was not. "Wouldn't you like to know?"

Strings retracted the tendrils to hide under the sleeves of her jacket. "I'm what people think I am. I'm a monster. Some consider me a god, some consider me a man-eater. The stuff of urban legends."

Strings stepped back, allowing the demon his personal space back. For that moment, her stance was composed and refined. "If want the technical definition, you can call me a rift creature. The space in between dimensions that separates worlds from one another."

Her image disappeared and reappeared behind Mikhainon, her tendrils hanging above her. "Whatever you think fits, really! I don't even exist in this reality as far as I know!" she said with a cackle.

Mikhainon

At some point, Mikhainon seemed to have exchanged his wine glass for an ornate silver dagger. There was an insignia of his seal embedded on the base of the blade, a symbol forgotten everywhere except in the most obscure of texts, carrying much power. If one were to copy the seal, they would be able to summon Mikhainon at their behest.

It was an impression he wanted Strings to remember upon waking so she may use that knowledge to contact him when she was ready.

"I see," he said, his interest gone upon gaining the knowledge he wanted. "You asked me a question. I suppose it would only be fair to answer."

He gestured to his surroundings with his dagger. All motion in the bar stopped — the dancer mid-kick, the wine the waiter was pouring suspended in mid-air. All color melted away with the slight movement. The club seemed incredibly sinister, now.

"We are in the dream world, but there is a magical interference that locked our individual consciousnesses together in the same realm. More than that, I do not know. Now, let me do you a favor."

Mikhainon stood up, tapping the flat edge of the dagger on his palm as he sized up Strings. Without warning, he began to cut the extraneous area preventing Strings from achieving a solid state, but only around her right arm. The area dropped to the ground as a thick, solid slime and her right arm was suddenly three-dimensional. "There. Feels good to breathe, doesn't it?"

Aurum slept for the first time in what felt like decades. He thirsted for battle. The blood of his foes. He woke up in a field of grave stones. Many names he recognized as he walked through. All of them chanting to return to his friends. To go home. The dream was tossed into a nightmare as he saw the school burning. Just as if he had done it himself. As a towering figure with blazing red eyes shot out from the sky. Aurum was striken with fear. He didn't know what was going on. He couldn't move.

Eventually he did move to the left in a dodge as the best hit the ground beside him and he found himself in a destroyed forest next trying to find out what was going on. Seeing people everywhere, though he found himself as more of a haze. He couldn't speak. Though he wasn't sure if he could be seen.