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Dreamscapes (complete)
Characters: Valerie, Misha and Dan.
Content: Valerie in dreamworld and some visitors.
Setting:Haja o Que Houver, Vanaheim, night time.
Warnings: Trauma, drama and other 'auma's applicable
After checking on Misha and leaving her the muffin she hadn’t eaten (she’d gotten too full) Valerie hopped into bed.
Valerie had thought that a good night’s sleep would put everything in perspective. She was well fed, drowsy, and had a really good time just eating with Danny. A part of her was happy she could keep an eye on him now: she got the feeling that he hadn’t been in a very good frame of mind the past few days. She was still, of course, forcing herself to forget about Dan. He was messaging her outright now, and was doing the same with Misha. She had to make sure that Danny never heard a word of it, and intended to keep it that way. This included thinking too much of Dan before bed.
Her subconscious, however, was a different story.
It started out the way it always did: she was at the Nasty Burger, at the site of the explosion. She’d gone there the day after the accident, and had stared at the wreckage, and had looked into the sky that day, wondering what went wrong. In the dream there was still the smell and smoke coming from the place much like that day: the firemen had been there, but this sort of thing always happened after an explosion and fire like that. She was walking through bits and pieces of what was once a family restaurant: the head of the mascot for the drive-thru, a piece of a table, some strewn condiments full of so many preservatives not even an explosion could reduce it to liquefy. Valerie kept on walking as if in a trance, and then she saw him, somewhere in-between a broken booth, shivering. He was pale and blood and dirt matted his face, but she’d know him anywhere. She moved the booth out of the way, but his back was to her, and he didn’t even respond. She moved to put her hand to his back, and heard the scream, half in anguish, half in anger.
“DON’T TOUCH ME!”
“Danny? Please! Snap out of it!”
Content: Valerie in dreamworld and some visitors.
Setting:Haja o Que Houver, Vanaheim, night time.
Warnings: Trauma, drama and other 'auma's applicable
After checking on Misha and leaving her the muffin she hadn’t eaten (she’d gotten too full) Valerie hopped into bed.
Valerie had thought that a good night’s sleep would put everything in perspective. She was well fed, drowsy, and had a really good time just eating with Danny. A part of her was happy she could keep an eye on him now: she got the feeling that he hadn’t been in a very good frame of mind the past few days. She was still, of course, forcing herself to forget about Dan. He was messaging her outright now, and was doing the same with Misha. She had to make sure that Danny never heard a word of it, and intended to keep it that way. This included thinking too much of Dan before bed.
Her subconscious, however, was a different story.
It started out the way it always did: she was at the Nasty Burger, at the site of the explosion. She’d gone there the day after the accident, and had stared at the wreckage, and had looked into the sky that day, wondering what went wrong. In the dream there was still the smell and smoke coming from the place much like that day: the firemen had been there, but this sort of thing always happened after an explosion and fire like that. She was walking through bits and pieces of what was once a family restaurant: the head of the mascot for the drive-thru, a piece of a table, some strewn condiments full of so many preservatives not even an explosion could reduce it to liquefy. Valerie kept on walking as if in a trance, and then she saw him, somewhere in-between a broken booth, shivering. He was pale and blood and dirt matted his face, but she’d know him anywhere. She moved the booth out of the way, but his back was to her, and he didn’t even respond. She moved to put her hand to his back, and heard the scream, half in anguish, half in anger.
“DON’T TOUCH ME!”
“Danny? Please! Snap out of it!”
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"I’m sorry Danny. I wish I could have helped you, that I could have done something."
"What do you care?" His voice was cold and sad, on the verge of tears. "You didn’t like any of them anyway. They weren’t your friends or your family."
"It’s not true that I don’t care! I may not have known them, but they were your friends and that mattered! They meant something to you! Don’t…don’t turn away from me. I want to help you!"
"You can’t help." His voice was dead, no, dying. "No one can help. This is mine to carry alone. You shouldn’t even be here."
"I am here! I…" Her voice caught in her throat as she saw Danny slump over, dead to the world. Valerie choked, and just as she was moving over to him, she heard the voice behind her.
"He’s right, leave him alone. You don’t know what he’s been through. You can’t help him." It was ghost boy, Danny Phantom, Inviso-bill, whatever name he went by. "You don’t know what he’s been through."
He had said this all before, Valerie remembered, except that dream Danny had looked dead then, and now he just looked emotionally gone. The last time, Valerie had just looked at him and not known what to say. Now, she bent over to Danny and picked him up by his arms. She looked deep into his blue emotionless eyes, and sadness filled her
heart
and she turned to Inviso-bill. Behind him she saw that cloud of black, looking almost like tar, and she could almost see eyes beyond the dark, glowing, almost needy. All of this didn’t matter though. That ghost could forbid her until he was blue in the face, and those eyes could stare at her ten ways until eternity. Her resolve: this was where it was from. This is where it started.
"No." It was simple, but Valerie felt her answer boom out at the boy ghost. "I won’t leave him alone. He needs help, and they took it away from him. I failed before, but not again. I’m here. I’ll follow him. I won’t let this happen."
She turned to the heavens, and now her voice filled the air. "YOU HEAR ME DAN?! I WON’T LET THIS HAPPEN!"
And now she could hear the faint voice a little more clearly, even in the muck of that rising blackness and the smell of smoke and the uncertainty of the day.