#Yeah! Figured i'd add the cut dream sequence here instead of making it a separate post so.

[shmorp-mcdurgen]

"The figure in my backyard"

A couple refs of The Figure Mark saw in my recent HSH Fic!

(Complete cut nightmare sequence (Still canon but couldn't be fit into the fic itself) involving this fella below the cut, along with one of its other forms-)

Mark couldn’t recall why he was in a field. He looked around, seeing the sun shining down on the seemingly infinite field that surrounded him, stretching as far as he could see with only the occasional maple tree decorating it, along with a lone deer that was grazing behind them. He looked down, seeing he was dressed in a black suit, being clothing he didn’t own normally, aside from the cross necklace still around his neck. Sure, he had a suit for prom, but it was a rental; why is he wearing one now? He looked up, pausing when he saw something in the distance in front of him, being small stone pillars in rows, standing up from the ground. With nothing else of interest around, he stepped towards it, slowly approaching it to see that the “stone pillars” he saw were actually gravestones.

Lines and lines of faded gravestones, with none marked aside from the date of birth and death. Mark walked down one of the rows, noticing that not one of the graves had flowers or any form of decoration or offerings; simple, grey, rectangular slabs of stone with no name engraved. He stared down at the graves before looking forward and seeing one with no date engraved either, standing above a large, rectangular hole in the ground. Mark paused in front of it, hesitantly looking downwards to see the hole went down indefinitely, with it getting too dark to see anything. He looked back up at the headstone, its words being unclear and unreadable, smudging and warping in his sight. He felt cold air hit the back of his neck, causing him to turn around, freezing when he saw Cesar, though Mark didn’t even have to look very long to realize that it wasn’t Cesar whatsoever.

Cesar’s eyes were being held open by an invisible force, exposing the muscles underneath the stretched out eyelids. He had a soft, close-mouthed smile as he stared back at Mark with an unblinking gaze, as if he was unable to blink whatsoever. He wore a yellow bowtie with a black tuxedo, one Mark remembered him wearing at the same prom Mark went to, albeit wearing a different colored bowtie and a yellow carnation instead of a rose pinned to the lapel. Cesar continued to stare at Mark as he backed away, his heel reaching the edge of the hole before he stopped. Mark wanted to speak, though found himself unable to, as any and all thoughts he could say got caught somewhere between his brain and his mouth. Cesar smiled wider, or attempted to anyway, looking as if he was trying to open his mouth but couldn’t. His mouth was just a thin layer of skin when he tried to smile wider, stretching over some sort of maw as Cesar began inching closer. Mark stared at the façade of his friend before his foot slipped, causing him to fall backwards with a horrified yell as he plummeted downwards.

Mark looked upwards, seeing “Cesar” staring down at him as he fell deeper into the pit, wondering where the bottom was until he fell into a body of liquid, his back stinging from the impact as he began to sink. He shook his head, beginning to frantically swim back to the surface before resurfacing, taking in a deep breath as he looked around, seeing nothing but a black void around him, only being partially illuminated by the light from the opening above. He looked down at himself, seeing that he was coated in a layer of thick, deep crimson blood, staining his clothes and weighing down his ratty hair. He screamed in horror, wading to keep himself above the surface as he looked up, his wide eyes staring back at Cesar’s.

Cesar remained still, staring at Mark, not once responding in any way to Mark’s pleas and cries for help. Mark paused, his confusion and horror growing when he saw multiple other figures show up above the pit, staring down at Mark while all dressed in what appeared to be funeral clothing. He saw some faces he recognized, and some he didn’t, all staring blankly down at him without expression.

“H…HELP ME!” Mark begged, trying to suppress his sobs before he felt something grab his leg. He looked down, seeing bloodied, thin, mangled arms clasping onto his clothes as Mark struggled to keep afloat, looking back up to see that the hole was being covered by something. “DON’T LEAVE ME HERE!” Mark screamed as he reached his hand towards the dwindling light. “DON’T LEAVE ME!”

(The dream ends here, and he just wakes up. also. here's what "Cesar" looked like:)