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[ she IS pretty tired... this thing is heavy. Jfc.

She yawns a bit, setting it in her lap. ]

Dude, come on. Wake her up, s'not funny anymore.

[Munna shrugs, waking is not its department. Released, it floats up to frowns at Requiem from eye level, narrowing that empty, red gaze before huffing out a dark, sour-smelling mist]

What the stuff, ew--

[ swats at it but

yawn,

fuckin flops over, unconscious ]

[Perhaps Req can see it in sleep, perhaps she cannot. But any passer-by can see a vision taking shape in the dark clouds. It's Requiem, battered and bruised and held close by a pink-clad demon, and rocks are falling all around them, and as the viewer runs forward, reaches to pull them free, Requiem extends a hand of her own and pushes the viewer away. And then the rocks fall and fall and fall and eventually it goes dark]

[Munna huffs, hovering between the two prone figures]

[ it's pretty trippy seeing myself in my dreams unintentionally what the fuck

thanks for nothing munna ]

[The scene changes, as dreams do.

Despite being crushed by rocks a minute ago, you--the viewer--you are in a massive, dark cavern, and you are not alone. There is something large is here with you--you can hear it--you can smell it. You can feel it, claws trailing down the back of your neck, barely enough to break the skin.

Even with so many eyes it's too dark to see much, but you know who it is--what it is, fiery green eyes and gleaming sharp teeth and you hold your ground, because even if you're terrified, it's still important, and you believe she'll stop.

Instead the monster continues, rips and cracks and bites at all your too many limbs and your flesh mends only to be eaten again. It's hard to keep still now as it plucks out your heart with two sharp claws, and pinches so carefully, and you--

--and everything pauses, the dark, sour mist roiling both in and out of the dream.

|this is you,| the munna is saying. You--Requiem knows this the same way one knows anything in a dream. Though, perhaps it is a question: |is this you?| ]

[ -- no no no no no no no this isn't-- she can't-- this isn't her dream, she knows this instinctively. she can't move, can't force it away, can only watch-- but what else is she supposed to do, faced with her own sharp teeth and monstrous eyes?

is that me? Is it me? Is it-- it's me, isn't it? Isn't that what I am? A vampire, a monster, all teeth and claws and unfettered lust for blood. What choice did I get? Even without all my memories-- even being somewhere new-- that's all I am and all I'll ever be. And even she still sees me like this, despite everything...? So... what hope was there of ever changing? Why did she even try? Why--

Why would I--

]

[

I don't want this to be me. Not anymore. ]

[The pink creature just watches her struggle, cocking its head (well, as much as something without a neck can do that).

|what then,| it seems to ask, letting its dream mist continue to disperse. It is Req's dream now, and the space they're in is completely empty]

[ ah,

she just... lets it remain empty, curling up with her knees to her chest. definitely not looking at the munna. she objectively knows this thing can't actually talk, too, but it's a dream, isn't it? her subconscious is definitely all sorts of skronked up so surely it'd drive her to talk to herself like the crazy person she is. ]

... I don't know. Not-- that. I don't want to be the thing that gives her nightmares. ... s'not like I have a choice about that sort of thing, though.

[It stares back, possibly with understanding, possibly without. Lets out some other dark mist, with some other snippets--Requiem as herself, prone in a leafy grove, silent and still as the grave. Phantom faces of others--Lucifel. Aries. A tall man in Alcheme purple and a dark hood. Sea glass green splattered in red.

So many good bad dreams! Surely Requiem must be excited to be one!]

[ absolutely not, die.

but she does kind of understand what's going on, now-- this thing affects dreams, doesn't it. either causes them, or conjures them up, but she can't imagine this weird little animal being intelligent enough to think up something so specific as her and nemesis' monstrous first meeting intentionally... so most, if not all of this, must be things nem really does dream about.

so she watches them, right eye gone entirely black in the iris, jaw and expression tight.

meanwhile in the waking world noibat is sitting on req's chest and CRYING, her trainer is DEAD HOW COULD THIS HAPPEN ]

[Munna lets Noibat cry, enjoying every bit of its delicious tears. Unfortunately tears aren't dinner, so she Yawns at it, too. Man, this is the easiest battle versus dark types it has ever had.

Anyway, it's not Munna's fault that dreams are so delicious! Or that fighting types are so weak to psychic types. Sometimes you have to follow your Nature, don't you? Why doesn't Req want to be a golbat? Other than their so-so stats and boring movesets. Maybe you should stop pressing B and evolve!]

[ noibat is actually a dragon so this is even funnier. in any case, noibat also conks out after a minute or so more of crying. :(

why would i want to be a golbat, please, i have SOME class. ]

[|You're the one all boo hoo hoo I'm not cool enough for nightmares. A golbat would at least appreciate someone thinking it was kinda scary|

|Also, please have a tastier dream, I am dying here. This is the ratata of dreams, c'mon.|

The munna looks...sad? Is that what that expression is supposed to be? It'll check on the noibat's dreams, too]

[Back in the land of the living, Nemesis finally got the RNG blessing and begins to stir, what is going on here]

[ no only watching nem's bad dreams and being alone in the vast nothingness of dreamspace, fuck you

noibat's dreams are just :( MY TRAINER IS GOOoooooone sorry. no tasties here.

anyway good morning nemesis your girlfriend and her dumb little bat are passed the fuck out ]

[Being alone in the vast nothingness of dreamspace is close enough to delicious sweet and sour nightmare fuel, even if it's kinda bitter for Munna's taste. Will still eat it!]

[For her part, Nemesis just wakes up and kinda stares stupidly at everything for a few beats until thinking to reach for Req's shoulder]

...Why're you takin' a nap here?

[ no response.

does not actually look like she's taking a nap so much as she collapsed in place though. ]

[Yeah, she was trying not to think too hard about that part. Nervous, she checks if she's breathing]

[ i mean as much as she ever is breathing when she's knocked unconscious

which is

very very little ]

[Do you know how hard it is to check the dead to see if they're not dead]

[Anyway, she looks around, seeing how noibat is also passed out.

Munna floats silently over Req's head, waiting. Nemesis turns to is, frowning]

What the hell's even going on?

[ YEAH, MUNNA, WHAT'S GOING ON!!!!!!!!! HOPE THOSE BITTER NIGHTMARES ARE FILLING, ASSHOLE ]

[It lets forth some dark-colored dream mist. The figure that coalesces in the clouds looks a lot like Requiem.

It is a very wide shot, and she looks insignificantly small and alone.

It gives a baleful "muun" at the sight, still pacmanning up that dream until something more delicious comes along]

[ Nothing doing, this time-- no more dreams.

She stirs a little, eyes fluttering open-- if a little bleary-- and that robotic eye's color shifting rapidly from black to its usual green.

mostly req just kind of stares at the bush for a moment before glancing at Nem. ]

-- oh. When'd you wake up...?

[...gives her a hug]

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