𝚂𝚎𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜

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Lavender Menace

A moniker of adorable eldritch evil.

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𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘: ...oh? It Appears.. This One Is A Dream. Actively Occurring. @chilleraficionado. this Time When He Finally Drifted To Sleep Under Rorian’s Watchful Eye, He Was Not Greeted To The Immense Gravity Of A Grinning Cosmic Maw Made Of Needlepricks Framing The Endless Abyss, Dripping With Smug Satisfaction And The Undigested Purpose Of A Million Strangers From A Million Unborn Worlds. In Its Place Was A Single, Obelisk-esque Plane Made Of Obsidian And Silver. a Mirror In An Otherwise Empty, Featureless High Ceiling’d Room. His Unconscious Mind Released A Haggard And Relieved Sigh. The Very Logical Part Of His Brain That Demanded He Not Approach The Mirror Immediately Went Ignored With The Rush Of Relief. There Was Nothing, As Far As He Knew, That Tied The Beast Attached To The Sickening Grin To Mirrors. This Was A Declaration He Regretted As Soon As He Came To Face The Silver Surface And The Stench Of Vanilla Hit Him Like A Train While The Suffocating Smoldering Of Ozone And Forgotten Stars Burned At His Lungs. He Was Face To Face With A Man He Hadn’t Seen Properly In Sweeps, Outside Of Dreams. Unlike Those Dreams, Though, There Was Something Different. the Squinted Leer As He Loomed Behind The Other Side Of The Glass, His Partially Stitched Grin… They Were So Lifelike. nothing Like The Manufactured, Hollowed Gaze Of A Man That Met The End Of His Life At The Hands Of A Furious Bartender White-knuckling A Spiked Bat Kept Behind The Counter. his Grin Was Gleeful. Manic. Alive. it Belonged To Something That Was Not His Persep. then There Was The Sheer Gravity Of The Purple Blood’s Presence Like Every Rule Of Physics In The Universe Was Vying To Bend To His Will, Breaking Themselves Over And Over To Please. Casper Would Not Peel Himself Away From The Mirror Once Their Eyes Locked. He Was No Larger Than The Seven Foot Frame He Carried In Life, But The Cognitive Toll Of Carrying His Weight Was An Expensive Price To Pay. Casper Felt Like A Bug Pinned Under A Microscope. instead Of The Usual Glow From The Assault Of His Chuckle Voodoos, Casper Stared Into The Deep Inescapable Pool Of His Eyes And Floundered. “ah, There You Are R– Ah.” A Pause. The Sound Of Stitches Pulling At Themselves To Accommodate A Massive Grin Stretching Impossibly Larger. “mm.. Better Not. We Both Know Where This One Will Surface, Don’t We, Casper?” He Practically Purred His Name. casper Swallowed Against The Threat That Lingered In The Heavy Air Between Them. “and Hello To The Seer That Will Receive This Dream. A Pleasure. I Have Always Been Quite Fond Of The Class. Second Only To The Little Knight, Here.” pretentious. As Always. A Multiversal Constant? Indignance Freed Some Room Up In The Burgundy’s Psyche For A Quick Quip. “so, What, You’re Godking Now?” persep Preens As Though Watching His Own Reflection Instead Of Prey. “a Possibility. A Dream. A Hope.” “sooo….” Casper Felt Himself Smile, “you’re Just Playing Pretend.” a Long Blackened Claw Tapped At His Side Of The Glass As He Processed The Jab. He Lets It Skate By. “mm. Poor Little Knight. You Look Exhausted. A Fraying Mind Is Easiest To Grab Under A Sleepless Day.” “i’d Like To See How You Cope With An Uninvited Monster Squatting In Your Frontal Lobe For A Week.” he. Laughed. A Low Serene Sound That Rumbled Out Of The Base Of The Obsidian Structure Up Through Casper’s Teeth. It Was The Rhythm Of A Man That Balanced The Universe On The Tip Of His Tongue. “a Monster?” “no, You’re Right. More Like A Cosmic Toddler Playing A Cracked Version Of Sims. My Bad.” a Bark Of Laughter This Time, A Sound That Echoed From The Inside Of Casper’s Chest And Tunneled Deeper Still Until It Felt That The Laugh Was Just A Conduit For Probing, Metaphysical Fingers Looking For A Way To Peel At His Soul. They Snapped Back Just As Quickly As They Appeared After Finding No Purchase. “not A Very Strong Possibility, Looks Like,” Casper Taunted Mindlessly, “what, Does Running A Panopticon Not Come With Some Kind Of Administrative Paperwork To Keep You Busy Or Has It Always Been Your Ultimate Dream To Play Glorified Teenager In The Mirror?” the Hungry Expression Persep Wore Shifted, Affection That Felt Like A Knife To Jugular As His Eyes Crinkled Up With Fondness. “i’ve Missed This, Casper. Your Wit. Sharpened On The Whetstone Of A Desperate Need To Survive. It’s Hard To Not Imagine What Your Signature Tastes Like. Though, The Knight Of My Session…of Course. There’s No More Desperation In Him, Casper.” He Tuts, Shakes His Head At The Thought. That Brilliant Soul Of Yours, He’s Lined It With An Irresistible Layer Of Frantic Rage. Fruitlessly Pointed At Me, Of Course.” around Them, The Room Seemed To Respond To The Sheer Satisfaction Of The Thief, The Walls Wept A Bright Amethyst Colored Light While Some Temporal Gear Stuttered In Place, Locking The Conversation In A Single, Temporal Loop. The Edges Of Reality Seemed Just A Little Bit Softer, As If The Space In Time Was Wrapped In The Very Fabric Of Existence And Tucked Away Into A Pocket. the Thief Did Not Wait For The Knight To Get Comfortable Before Carrying On, A Needle-sharp Undivided Focus Stripped Everything Else Away. The Mirrored Boundary, The World His Sleeping Form Occupied, The Universe Beyond And Universes In Between. “my Knight Does Just Fine. But I Long For The Taste And Texture Of Your Ego.” A Desperate, Hungry Murmur. “it Haunts Me That It Will Be So Long Before I Can Get My Hands On The Vintage In Real.” casper Searched For Another Comeback, A Logical Guardrail To Help Guide His Brain Away From The Intimacy Of The Statement And The Cold Rush Of Fear It Filled Him With, But He Found Nothing, Once Again Staring Into The Eyes Of Something Immense. Bigger Than Anything He Could Ever Know. A Hunger That He Now Understood That Only His Ego Could Sate. for Whatever Infinitesimal Amount Of Time That Could Buy. “you Are A Sick Man..” “a Deeply Satisfied One,” He Cooed, Grin Once Again Revealing The Abyss Waiting Just On The Other Side. “wake, Little Knight. Enjoy Your Solace Until We Meet Again. I Am Eager To See You Ripen.” one Final Time The Claw Clicked Against The Glass And Casper’s Eyes Snapped Open. He Lay In His Bed, Staring Up At A Delightfully Bland Ceiling. His Heart Beat To The Tune Of A Universe He Wished Would Never Be Born, Thudding Violently Against His Ribs. #cosmichorror how Very Very Interesting. 𝙼𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚗 https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1faipqlsekfh6j2vgskoqsezds9n0t5tnb8gtkihiapootjcd9yp3hmw/viewform?usp=header