pumpkin_space_latte | DREAM POST

DREAM POST

Free-for-all dream post!

Make your own dream threads, hop into others'. Bounce characters off each other, try out effects, see what sticks. Anything you want to keep you can keep, anything that isn't working, it was ~all just a dream~.

ESSENTIALLY:
- The character does not remember their name
- Something else is missing/altered as well. Memories? Feelings? Abilities? It's up to you. o7

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[Whoever's dreaming this must not have much in the way of an imagination, because all there is here is a long, empty hallway; white walls, white floors, white ceiling too high up. It doesn't look like it comes from or goes to anywhere—

Oh, actually, maybe not. There's a little girl crouched on the ground a ways down, her happy humming echoing as she draws colorful flowers and suns and stick figures in crayon on the walls and floor.]

[Might have been wandering, lost, for long enough that he gave up expecting to see anyone. He draws up short at the sight of the girl.]

Hello?

[She looks up and over her shoulder to him, pausing what she's doing, and then she beams really wide and waves her hand over her head.]

Hiiiii!

[Peers this way and that to make sure he didn't miss anyone.]

Where are you parents?

[No sign of anyone but her and her crayons here, and she's frowning, looking almost confused.]

It's just me. [Shuffles the crayons scattered around her into a pile.] What's your favorite color?

[Frowns off into the distance like it'll make the girl's parents reappear.]

I don't know. Blue, I guess.

[She seems dissatisfied by this answer, but she holds a blue crayon out anyway.]

Wanna color with me?

[Hesitates a beat, then takes it.]

Sure. Why not?

[And she's cheerfully returning to her coloring! She's in the middle of drawing a garden along the bottom of the wall with stripes of green grass and flowers in all different colors. Nearby she's drawn lots of smiling stick figures and suns and what may or may not be a car. They're about as quality as you'd expect of a nine year old, but she's certainly having fun with it.]

[I guess let's go with the theme? Might as well add a couple of more people. They may or may not be us, sitting on the floor and drawing with crayons.]

Edited 2016-09-27 23:47 (UTC)

[Once she's finished scribbling color into the petals of the latest indeterminate flower she's drawn, she looks over and points excitedly at his drawing.]

That one looks like me!

That's the idea.

[Takes the yellow, for your hair.]

[She's thrilled, which is not really a thing you want this girl to be with anything you ever do but it's too late. After a few seconds of delightedly watching her hair being colored, she's shifting to a blank space on the wall so she can try imitating his drawing. It's, y'know, that same nine-year-old scribble quality, but she's very determined.]

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whenitrainsitstorms - 2016-09-29 13:57 (UTC) - Expand

[All of a sudden, there shined a shiny demon in the middle of the hall.]

[He is now humming along to this child's song.]

[pppausing. She is, at the absolute worst, mildly unsettled.

And now she's resuming her humming and waving him over.]

[Well, why not? He comes over, his big, clawed feet leaving burn marks on the floor.]

Hello, child.

...

Are you gonna eat my soul?

[like, just checking. she doesn't sound nearly as afraid as maybe she should be??]

Should I? I'd think the meat would be more substantial.

[looks her up and down. He doesn't seem particularly into it.]

[extremely matter-of-factly:] I'm not a meat, I'm a person. That's gross.

[pauses for a thoughtful moment, then nods]

Right. The process of turning person into a meat is gross. I appreciate the offer, darling, but I'm not interested.

Edited 2016-09-28 23:29 (UTC)

Blehhh. I wasn't gonna let you anyway.

[but more importantly:] Can I touch your horns?

[gravely serious:] Are your fingers sticky?

No way! [holds out her hand and wiggles her fingers around!!!]

...Very well.

[Dips his head down. The horns are uncomfortably warm to the touch.]

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