[ The figure tumbles back, and Gorgug scrambles to draw in his legs, manages, and the next step is to get onto his feet...
Make it stop!
--Except he hears him. Gorgug spins his head to look back, and he sees there-- he doesn't know what he sees. His younger self, Fabian, and the vision is--dizzying: he can't seem to focus on the scene taking place. But he sees himself on top of Fabian, some kind of struggle ensuing, with his younger version's hands pushing down on his friend, who is thrashing his head and limbs.
He needs to help him, he needs to make it stop. Make it stop. Make it stop. ]
Fabian! [ And so Gorgug lunges towards the scene without a second thought, even if he has to crawl over on his hands and knees before he can make contact. But he grabs onto the nightmare him from behind and wrestles to tear it away, pulling it off and away from Fabian. Eyes flickering red, as he goes into a rage when it takes too long; he growls into a yell, fingers digging in, and he tears into the body, pulling it apart into two--
There's no gore, though all he sees is red. The rage inside him burning, his hands crushing against the substance into fists. His pulse is racing inside him, and the violence grows louder over it all; over the fear, over the panic. He hovers over Fabian on his knees, his battle sheet torn in his hands, and his eyes boring down at Fabian--but still not focusing on him, some kind of twisted sneer while he breathes like in a panic.
He can't see anything but the red of his anger. He doesn't want to look at his hands, doesn't want to see what he's possibly done. But he knows he saw Fabian, and so he tries, desperate, voice like a plea under the deeper husk it's taken, ]
Fabian...
[ Please answer. Please tell him he's somewhere, here--please tell him he's in a bad dream right now, and let him get out. ]
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Make it stop!
--Except he hears him. Gorgug spins his head to look back, and he sees there-- he doesn't know what he sees. His younger self, Fabian, and the vision is--dizzying: he can't seem to focus on the scene taking place. But he sees himself on top of Fabian, some kind of struggle ensuing, with his younger version's hands pushing down on his friend, who is thrashing his head and limbs.
He needs to help him, he needs to make it stop. Make it stop. Make it stop. ]
Fabian! [ And so Gorgug lunges towards the scene without a second thought, even if he has to crawl over on his hands and knees before he can make contact. But he grabs onto the nightmare him from behind and wrestles to tear it away, pulling it off and away from Fabian. Eyes flickering red, as he goes into a rage when it takes too long; he growls into a yell, fingers digging in, and he tears into the body, pulling it apart into two--
There's no gore, though all he sees is red. The rage inside him burning, his hands crushing against the substance into fists. His pulse is racing inside him, and the violence grows louder over it all; over the fear, over the panic. He hovers over Fabian on his knees, his battle sheet torn in his hands, and his eyes boring down at Fabian--but still not focusing on him, some kind of twisted sneer while he breathes like in a panic.
He can't see anything but the red of his anger. He doesn't want to look at his hands, doesn't want to see what he's possibly done. But he knows he saw Fabian, and so he tries, desperate, voice like a plea under the deeper husk it's taken, ]
Fabian...
[ Please answer. Please tell him he's somewhere, here--please tell him he's in a bad dream right now, and let him get out. ]