Oh man i hope this is what you wanted. I hope it's somehow clear that it's supernatural as in talking with a projection of yourself but ok. ___________
The world is spinning around you. Dark, it is dark. Streams of colours. Running down the walls. You can’t tell whether it’s the room you just were in or something completely different. It seems to be another realm that your mind takes you to whenever you’re on the edge. Noises are around you. At first they’re quiet and you almost think they aren’t there. But they get louder and louder to the point where it’s agonizing and they just don’t stop.
You scream your lungs out, anything to make it STOP. You close your eyes and hunch down on the floor, make yourself small. You hate this. You are scared and you want the terrible voices and the sickingly colours to stop flashing around you. But he isn’t here to stop them. Not this time.
But someone else is. He’s sitting behind you and you look up at him and through the blur of indigo tears you see his twisted smile, the same indigo gashes on his face as on yours, the same makeup. “Leave me alone!” you bark at him but he just laughs at you. His hand traces over your face and his nails dig slightly into your skin.
You hate him, that other side of you, that just won’t leave you alone. That takes control over yourself. Makes you do things you never wanted to do. Slick and colourful liquids cover the floor and raise up to your ankles. You want to scream again but he presses his hand on your lips and growls at you. “No don’t.” he whispers. “You can’t stop it. It’s your destiny. That is what you’re supposed to be.” He tells you once again.
You’re so sick of hearing this. Your vision clears a bit more and you find yourself in complete Darkness, standing opposite of the other one, the other you. There is no definable room, it’s just endless dark space surrounding both of you. He takes your hand into his, gentle, and runs another one over your cheek again.
“You will be the greatest of them all. You’re born for this.” He continues to talk to you but you don’t listen. You concentrate on the shades of colour on your hands. Olive, Blue, Brown, Yellow. You’re not even directly responsible for two of them. Your heartbeat quickens as another colour appears on your hands and you noticed that the other one stopped talking.
Your eyes widen and your head jerks up to look into his face. There’s a sadistic grin on his face and a cruel spark in his eyes. “No…” you whisper. “No, no, no, no, no!!” you scream at him and bat his hands away and you almost jump at him, claw at his face, his throat.
Suddenly he disappears and so does the darkness and the construction of the room appears in front of you again. You’re back in the veil, but the colour is still there. Still on your hands. And it’s burning accusingly bright and red on your hands and you lean over and look at the body in front of you. Your mind is racing and you scream. You cradle the body in your arms and you hope he’s not dead. You can still feel his heartbeat and you let out a relieved sigh. He’s the only one who could save you from yourself and you promise that if something like this ever happens again you will kill yourself. In order to stop the other one. The one that has so much control about you.
FILL: TEAM ERIDAN<3KARKAT
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The world is spinning around you.
Dark, it is dark. Streams of colours. Running down the walls.
You can’t tell whether it’s the room you just were in or something completely different.
It seems to be another realm that your mind takes you to whenever you’re on the edge.
Noises are around you. At first they’re quiet and you almost think they aren’t there. But they get louder and louder to the point where it’s agonizing and they just don’t stop.
You scream your lungs out, anything to make it STOP.
You close your eyes and hunch down on the floor, make yourself small. You hate this. You are scared and you want the terrible voices and the sickingly colours to stop flashing around you. But he isn’t here to stop them. Not this time.
But someone else is. He’s sitting behind you and you look up at him and through the blur of indigo tears you see his twisted smile, the same indigo gashes on his face as on yours, the same makeup.
“Leave me alone!” you bark at him but he just laughs at you. His hand traces over your face and his nails dig slightly into your skin.
You hate him, that other side of you, that just won’t leave you alone. That takes control over yourself. Makes you do things you never wanted to do. Slick and colourful liquids cover the floor and raise up to your ankles. You want to scream again but he presses his hand on your lips and growls at you. “No don’t.” he whispers. “You can’t stop it. It’s your destiny. That is what you’re supposed to be.” He tells you once again.
You’re so sick of hearing this. Your vision clears a bit more and you find yourself in complete Darkness, standing opposite of the other one, the other you. There is no definable room, it’s just endless dark space surrounding both of you. He takes your hand into his, gentle, and runs another one over your cheek again.
“You will be the greatest of them all. You’re born for this.” He continues to talk to you but you don’t listen. You concentrate on the shades of colour on your hands. Olive, Blue, Brown, Yellow. You’re not even directly responsible for two of them. Your heartbeat quickens as another colour appears on your hands and you noticed that the other one stopped talking.
Your eyes widen and your head jerks up to look into his face. There’s a sadistic grin on his face and a cruel spark in his eyes. “No…” you whisper. “No, no, no, no, no!!” you scream at him and bat his hands away and you almost jump at him, claw at his face, his throat.
Suddenly he disappears and so does the darkness and the construction of the room appears in front of you again. You’re back in the veil, but the colour is still there. Still on your hands. And it’s burning accusingly bright and red on your hands and you lean over and look at the body in front of you. Your mind is racing and you scream.
You cradle the body in your arms and you hope he’s not dead. You can still feel his heartbeat and you let out a relieved sigh. He’s the only one who could save you from yourself and you promise that if something like this ever happens again you will kill yourself. In order to stop the other one. The one that has so much control about you.
The one you hate so much.