Hey so you guys know about the black eyed children right? Those creepy little kids with voids for eyes and give a general feeling of unease and terror but also an unwanted need to help them?
Yeah I had a dream about those kids and it’s still vexing and haunting me so I need to tell y’all about it.
It started off decently strange with me and Fex( @neptungalix ) walking to the playground that’s in my neighborhood late at night, something we don’t do at all. I vaguely remember us having a conversation about how we cope with the bullshit that happens to us when we were walking into the playground.
There were two little kids with short, dark hair sitting on the bench facing the playground. No adult present. Just two children who looked the age of ten and two teenagers.
We walked by them, suddenly keeping our mouths shut, when I looked to them and they turned to me.
And these kids had pitch black eyes. I’m talking black 2.0 and black hole love children that the existential void birthed kind of black.
Im suddenly up in arms and ready to throw hands with these ten year olds and holding the face of one of them when the other turns to Fex and says something that I haven’t been able to forget:
“We’re more scared of you than you of us”
I was feeling so much terror and unease I woke myself up and immediately texted Fex what the fresh hell I dreamt.
I can recall so much because I texted most of it to Fex and using that I can recall more of what I dreamt but this is probably the most unsettling dream I’ve had in a while and if anyone wants to help me figure out what the fuck any of this means feel free to and honestly tell me if you think it means anything because like I said this is the most unsettling dream I’ve had in a while and it’s one of the very few that I am able to recall hours after waking up.
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Be everything to everyone, that had been his vow for as long as he could remember. Be everything to everyone so you know you are someone. And yet now, with a Sir tacked onto his name and the admiration of all the admiralty and society he feels more a fraud than those first years watching Francis glower at him from Terror. At least then he could be of some use, spin a story, set the whole of a dinner table almost the whole table to laughter as they dined on canned meat that was slowly filling them with poison.
He never shrunk before a challenge, and in his imagination he sees how he wants to settle his current predicament. He sees himself standing at attention, shoulders back, eyes glinting with vanity and pride. That man would proudly toss his head, declare it couldn’t be quite such a mess as he was making it out to be, and sort himself out or at least pretend and do it all out of nothing more than a desperate need to be seen, to be loved.
A party? A gathering of men in uniform? This should be nothing at all! A perfect opportunity to be seen, to be admired, to be -
“James?” Francis calls from the hall.
To be loved.
Post canon fix-it for the terror.exe fest!
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I’ve had the anon image changed to TERROR.EXE for so long
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