abyssdressing | Nightmare Fuel: The Post

[On the outskirts of town, a familiar figure can be seen kneeling beside a small stream. But this is certainly not the Fon Master most people are familiar with: the hem of his robes are stained red with blood and his eyes are empty, as though no light is reaching them.]

[Leaning over the running water, Ion reaches down to cup a handful to drink. He remains like that for a few moments, almost as though he was considering going into the running water himself...]

[But before he can make that decision, a pair of dark, ghostly hands shoot out from his own shadow and gently pull him back. Then, just as quickly as they had appeared, they fade back into the darkness. Ion doesn't even bat an eye at what had just occured, simply staring down at the water.]

[That is, until he notices you.]

[ooc: From the same universe as

replicasquared I give you yandere!Ion! AU information can be found here. He's not going to lash out right away, but he might be a little traumatizing for certain characters, so watch out for nightmare fuel! ~~And yes, I know I'm a horrible person for this.~~]

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[Oh why happy? It's because you seen a glimmer of hope?]

Oh, you do now? Well, what can I do for you? I'm all ears.

[That would depend on one's definition of hope.]

...please kill me.

[He reaches towards him with both arms, trembling.] You are the one I was made from, and maybe... maybe if it was you, it would work. By your hand...

[Which is many.]

Ha. Oh, you...you are so...

[So...what? Pathetic? Sad? Helpless? In need of help? He shook his head.]

I wish I can. I wish I could grant that. But I can't.

[He stares, eyes widening as the shadows behind him slowly begin to creep over his shoulder and down across his chest. He can sense the other's heart beating in his chest, his grip on reality slowly fading away.]

Why... why?

[More hands creep from the shadows, slithering through the grass. His breath rate increases and he brings his hand up to his chest, as though he were in pain. Still, he continues to stare.]

I shouldn't exist.. I shouldn't be living. Why would you let me remain like this? It hurts so...

So much...?

[Ion sighed, finishing the sentence for him. He watched the shadows.]

Because killing you before your time is up is not fair. You should feel the pain until the bitter end. What doesn't kill you makes you stronger. I want you to be strong, not to be a coward. I won't be responsible in taking away your guilt.

And because I choose not to.

[A pause.]

And because Anise is my friend.

[He began shaking his head vigorously, his hands reaching up as if to shield himself... until that last sentence. When he mentions Anise's name, Ion goes stone-still.]

Anise? No. No, no, no...

[He starts breathing faster, his eyes widening.] You don't... you don't know. It was Anise. Anise made me. Anise killed me... why. It was so cold. So cold in the ground, and now I...

[He staggers backwards, the hands becoming more restless. One shoots into the air, slicing through the tree branches above like a hot knife through butter. The branches crash around them, narrowly managing to avoid hitting them.]

You don't understand. I shouldn't exist. I only exist as her sins, I don't want... this, I don't... I don't want this! [Two hands start wrapping around the trunk of a nearby tree, as if to tear it out from the ground and topple it over. And that may very well happen in the next few minutes.]

[Oh, he got you. He got you bad. He hit a sore spot, did he? As sick and twisted this Ion is, there is still a shred of goodness within him, but it was never used properly and productively.

Okay, enough traumatizing and manipulation. Enough toying around with the other's emotions. Ion felt...pity for him and it's time to get serious. The Darkness got a serious power and he wants to test it's strength.

A worthy opponent and a challenge. He wanted to test this replica's strength.]

All right. You want to die? Do you seriously wanted to die by the hands of the Original Sin?

Die? ...no. No, I'm already dead. She killed me. I'm not... I don't want to be. This existence. I don't want it. I can't...

[A crack. The tree, which stretched far up into the sky, was already beginning to give. The roots on the far end cracked as they were torn into the air. More branches are falling now, some rather large. One lands on top of the shadowy hands but simply falls through as though they were made of smoke.]

This life... will you be the one to end it for me?

[Ion was unmoved by the scenerio of senseless destruction. The violence is aimless, and the agitation comes from unprocessed emotions.]

Well? How...? What's your suggestion?

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