If you read my previous post, this is a continuation. That post was about a wonderful dream I had night before last. This one is about the horrible nightmare I had last night as punishment for having a good dream.
First, I need to mention that there are a few versions of Dream Michael. The one I’ll be talking about today is the one who enjoys playing horrible pranks on me. HORRIBLE. PRANKS. These also seem to only occur when I’ve gone out with him and his friends. Last night we went to IHOP with his friends J (boy) and S (girl). I had a good time even if I can’t look them in the eyes yet. I kind of regret not getting an omelet, but I thought I’d regret not getting pancakes. Whatever…
Anyway, Prank Mike usually puts together elaborate scenarios with his friends as actors (he has many more in-person friends in my dream world than in real life), and it’s like he’s trying to create a romantic surprise, but it warps into something mean and horrific. They keep getting worse too. Sometimes his excuse is, “I just wanted to remind you how much I actually love you!” Sometimes it’s, “I thought you’d find it fun!” Other times it’s, “that’s what you get for being annoying” (referring to how I am without my meds) or, “it’s just funny to see you get all scared like that.” Me: “But you know I can’t handle that!” Him: “So?” Most of the Mikes in my dream world are… NOT like the real Mike…
Last night was the worst one. Hands down. He took me to see his friends while he went to work. Note that I’m usually drugged during these pranks so that I’m too disorientated to think straight. I don’t think I was drugged quite yet. Also, as I’ve mentioned, I’m crippled in my dream world due to a variety of attacks and accidents, but I also have Xtraordinary Girl powers. I don’t exactly remember which people were J or S, so I’m just gonna have to give them names when I mention them. I met this one girl that I’m going to call Needles. She wasn’t very keen on talking to me, but I managed to ask her what she was doing. Another note… there are cameras everywhere to catch my reactions to everything. Prank Mike makes me watch them once the prank is over. Needles eventually admitted that she and two of her guy friends are trying to summon Satan, but it’s not working. Well, I just happen to be on very good terms with Satan, thank you very much, so I asked to see the ceremony. She’s unsure if she can trust me, but she leads me into a reddened room with candles and symbols scratched into the walls and floor. There was a bigger guy that I’m going to call Brute, and a skinnier guy with semi-long hair that I’m going to call Nails. There was a candle in this strange container with burning tissue paper around it, and Slipknot was playing in the background (not as part of the ceremony, but because Slipknot is awesome). Needles explains to me that lighting the candle and tissue paper should be the thing that summons Satan. I told her to show me what she lit it with, and she shows me a simple lighter. I tell them all that they need magic fire, and offered to complete the ceremony for them. I told them I had two things I could try, but I needed the music to be changed to Tool, specifically the album “Fear Inoculum.” It again, wasn’t part of the ceremony, it was just something I needed to relax and concentrate.
I have more powers than I gave to XG, and I continue to discover more in my dreams. While “Fear Inoculum” played, I did my relaxation thing and concentrated hard. The power I was about to use usually works, but I wanted to make absolute sure that it worked the first time because I wanted to impress these novices. Once I found my center, I called out, “Flamethrower,” and sort of shot my hand out in a curve. The flame went inside the container and ignited both the wick and the tissue paper. Then we waited. If this didn’t work, I was going to do the same thing with my Blue Flamethrower, which was ten times more powerful (XG does not have this power). Luckily, this was enough, and the room began to darken, though to a deep, crimson red. All three of them looked much happier than I thought they would, and they all turned toward me. That’s when Brute grabbed me and held me still, and Needles pricked me with a syringe and drugged me.
I wasn’t totally knocked out, just drowsy, but I was awake enough to scream and struggle. The three of them carried me into a room. “They’re fools,” I thought. “They have no idea that Satan is practically my adopted father.” Turns out, the ceremony didn’t summon Satan… it summoned an evil force that, not only came with an army, but granted power to the people in this cult, which included the leader, Prank Mike. I did not yet know that he was the leader. Luckily, I did have some kind of weapon. It wasn’t Graver (refer to this for an explanation, though I will make a post about this in a moment because, you know, DA ban), but instead, it was this thing I acquired a couple months ago. It’s a metal rod with thousands of thin blades, as thin as twine, and on my mental command, the blades can stretch and grab things. It’s really cool, I’ll call it the String Blade. So using that and my Blue Flamethrower, I managed to escape, though running while drugged was not easy. I remember thinking to myself, “I don’t know what it’s like to be drunk, but this must be it…”
As I ran, I noticed the house do that beautiful Silent Hill shift. I knew what was going to happen, I just didn’t know what things were going to come out of it. Welp, the things I remember was some sort of ghost girl that was mostly sentient black hair, a deformed male child who looked like a burn victim, and he touched me, which made my own skin burn, and it hurt (I can feel pain in my dreams, it sucks), there was actually a tiny Pyramid Head, which looking at it now was really cute, but the Silent Hill player in me knew that the Great Knife was a one-hit kill, and PH can’t actually be killed, there was some old, decayed doll, and even the ghost girl that I was usually friends with who looks like Sadako. She must’ve been overpowered by the evil force.
There honestly wasn’t much I could do except run and try to use my powers. My String Blade would cooperate because I couldn’t concentrate, and I basically tried all of my powers on multiple targets. They seemed immune to Blue Flamethrower, Ice Beam (non-XG) froze them for like a third of the amount of time it usually does, Pause wouldn’t work, but it hardly ever does, I couldn’t fly, and I couldn’t speed run. Some powers I didn’t even try because my mind was all warbley from the drugs, and I was feeling increasingly more sleepy. I remember being glad that Mike was at work, not yet knowing it was Prank Mike, because I was not in the right state to protect him.
Nails managed to catch up to me, and his appearance was now more demonic, his fingernails turned into three foot knives. He was fucking fast, and managed to land several cuts on me. I cannot even explain to you how painful this was. I blasted Blue Flamethrower in his face, temporarily slowing him down, and I used String Blade to grab his finger knives, and then his body, which was squeezed, intending to cut him into pieces. Before I could do much damage, Needles and Brute found me, now also with demonic forms. Needles was literally covered in thin, silver needles, all different lengths, and she could shoot them from her body as projectiles. Brute had like steel armor with thick, heavy blades under his forearms. They doubled as weapons and shields. This is when I found my next new power. The name is stupid, but it fucking worked. I was in horrible panic mode, so the desperate me shouted, “RAINBOW FLAMETHROWER!” and it actually burned them fantastically. I was able to run again. The drugs continued to keep me from flying, or even floating.
Then I met a new demon, Staples. I’m calling her Staples because she formed from a stack of papers stapled to a wall, but she was apparently not a random monster, but a demon like the other three. Her ability was also projectiles, but they were tiny sharp things fired from her fingers… probably staples. She started chasing me now, and I found a hidden trap door in the kitchen that led to a basement of sorts, though I came out of the top of an extremely cluttered closet. This is not the first dream involving cluttered closets. In this basement was basically just the bones of the house and a single brick colored metal door. I didn’t realize Staples was behind me, but when I opened the door, she pushed me out.
Strangely, it was sunny, and I fell onto a water slide. The entire thing looked like a cross between a water park and a prison, though it was all outdoors. The water slides and pools had high fences around them, and no one could get out of the water. The slide that took me had such a strong current that I couldn’t stop myself. For those of you who don’t know, I am scared of large bodies of water thanks to a near-drowning experience. There were prison towers in the middle of the pools, and there were tons of confused looking people who had come from different water slides. They were apparently under the impression that they were voluntarily entering a fun game show they were invited to. Yes, it ended up being a game, and those people were invited, but it wasn’t fun. I think the drugs were finally wearing off, so I became more alert. If you’re familiar with my dreams, you’ll know that dream me is often very badass, especially when being trained by people like Vegeta and the Thirteen Guard Squad from Bleach. What is my mind doing?
I still hadn’t regained any floating ability, and the water was freezing. The game was that we had to go through an obstacle course, survive, and then survive escaping, then we win. There was a half-way point where a guard asks you if you want to quit. Trick question. If you say no, you continue with the obstacle course. If you say yes… you’re put on a faster paced and much more hardcore obstacle course. Welp, I said yes. I still had String Blade, so that and my powers helped me. In the main course, there were blade filled tunnels, spikes that came from the floor of the pool, slides with choppy blades, large gaps that led to nowhere, strong currents that made you lose control, and traps made to slow you down. In this new course, there was all of that, but the weapons actually targeted you instead of attacking randomly, fences would pop in front of you, forcing you to double back and try a different route, heavy jets of water like a fire hose aimed at you, which were very painful, and more evil things chasing you.
I got hurt, and I was so angry at myself for being unable to fight. Finally, I lost it when met with another fence, and used String Blade to grip the top links of the fence and pulled myself over. Then I hopped along the tops of fences toward the exit. They were electric at the top, but I’ve been electrocuted so many times in my dream world, it gave me a power, Electricity (non-XG). So I fired back my own shocks to dampen the electrocution caused by the fences.
When I got to the end, the didn’t care that I cheated, and casually said, “on your way out, don’t tell people not to quit.” The exit was also the entrance, so I was climbing up a slide with a strong current working against me while excited newbies slid down passed me. But I climbed, more determined than ever to survive. I managed to make it and came to a long line in front of the “attraction.” As I passed everyone, I said, “don’t quit” and “turn back” to everyone I could. After I said this a few times, I was grabbed by an invisible force, and a voice in my head said, “you’re not allowed to tell them that, remember? Now you’re disqualified.” I fought it and broke free just as it was about to throw me back down the slide. I ran, and once I exited the “attraction,” I found myself in a normal entertainment center. I thought I was safe now, but I felt a needle stick in my shoulder. This one did knock me out.
I woke up back in that house, but it was normal again. It was apparently morning, and I was lying next to Mike. We all had spent the night there, as Brute, Nails, and Needles woke up as well. They all acted like normal people, and I decided I had had a nightmare. Let me note to you that all of my dreams are so realistic, it’s hard to figure out that I’m actually dreaming sometimes, despite the fact that I also can lucid dream. Even though everything was unfamiliar to my conscious self, I was under the impression that my crippled self who OFTEN HAS BLACKOUTS was my real self. They all asked me if I was okay, and I mumbled, “nightmare…”
Things started normally. Brute offered breakfast, and Mike and I followed him to the kitchen to help or something, I don’t remember. I also don’t remember what was said, but I know Mike was rubbing my back like he always does when I’m upset. Then we all heard Needles and Nails laughing, and I curiously left Mike and Brute to see what was going on. They were watching a video of me. Me doing the ceremony, me being drugged and captured, me running away and trying to use my powers… it had been real.
Brute came in and said, “don’t worry, it was just a joke! It was mike’s idea!” I looked at my body, and there were scars from the sounds I had suffered, but they looked like they had been there for years. When Mike came in, I asked, “why do you keep doing this to me? Why did you do that? You actually hurt me, you went too far!” Hey, reader, do you think that’s the end of this dream? So did I.
“No, the joke Brute mentioned was that you woke up as if it never happened,” he said in a sinister voice I have literally never heard come out of the real Michael’s mouth. All of a sudden, the room was dark red again, Needles, Nails, Brute, and Prank Mike were in demon forms, and Staples had returned. Jesus christ, Mike’s demon form clearly showed that he was the leader. He still had his regular hair and body type, but his skin was grey, eyes black, and blood dripping out of his mouth. He had some strange black cloak around him that flowed like gentle water, moving like it had a mind of its own. He was also holding a scythe with a huge blade, but whereas the bottom was a normal blade, the top was serrated, so there was no safe edge to it. The curl was also very unnatural.
I was snatched and held by the four goons, and Prank Mike was laughing as he took my left arm, stretched it out, and used a knife to cut a long, deep line from the inside of my elbow to my wrist. It hurt so bad, I was screaming bloody murder, crying, and pleading for him to stop. He did the same thing to my other arm. They dropped me, and Brute went to slash at me, but String Blade formed a sword out of its strings, and I was able to block it. I wasn’t going to do this again. I couldn’t believe that it wasn’t over, and I couldn’t believe that Mike was part of this.
I ran again, but I wasn’t drugged, so I remembered that my XG power, Shield, worked almost all of the time. So I summoned a shield around me, and just sat in midair, as my floating ability had returned to me. Needles and Nails were both trying to slash at me, but Shield is invisible, so they were slashing at a strong orb that they could not see. Prank Mike mentioned that that’s what it was, and they sort of pushed me around to observe the shield’s structure. I took this time to insult the goons, and then plead to Prank Mike, telling him that he didn’t mean this, and that we were in love, and that we were about to get married. He said, “I’ve been trying to get rid of you for years.” Real life Michael knows how to communicate, so dream me was confused as to why he bottled up so much hate toward me instead of sitting me down and talking. He told me that all of his pranks were attempts to get me to leave him, but since I hadn’t left, he had to teach me a lesson by torturing and killing me. This hurt emotionally, naturally, and I was sobbing. They were all laughing. Finally, I used a non-XG power I got a couple weeks ago called Repel. It makes an invisible, yet strong gust of wind force away from my body all around me to push away anyone near me to at least two yards away. Having my floating ability helped me to escape, but I still couldn’t fly. Shield was still protecting me as both Needles and Staples started firing their projectiles at me, and it gave me time to try and come up with a plan. I was convinced this was still a dream, so I screamed as hard as I could to get myself to wake up. It actually worked, and I gasped awake… and promptly fell back asleep, finding myself at the top of that water slide outside of the metal door.
The door did not have a handle on the outside, so I waited until someone came out before rushing up and putting my hand in between it and the door frame. Despite how much damage Prank Mike did to my arms, I stopped bleeding rather quickly, so I had forgotten all about it by this point. I was back in the basement, and there were two people, a woman with greasy red hair who looked like a heavy meth user, and a young teen boy who just sat on a box, not giving attention to my arrival. The women was hysterical, explaining how she’s been fleeing from demons attacking her, and I told her I had been doing the same thing. I said I knew an escape, and ran up to the closet, which was suddenly more cluttered than before. Not only that, but the floor tiles above seemed to be movable, as if they were suspended in midair. As I started clearing stuff out, I looked back at the woman to see her decaying, and she was becoming a structure of only veins. I used Repel and scrambled up the shelves of the closet, forcing the tile to the side so that I could get up. Once I was in the normal looking kitchen, the woman grabbed my foot, and I kicked her in the face, making her fall back down to the floor. I moved the tile back and set a wash bucket over it.
Then normal Mike asked me if I was okay. I was so confused, but he looked genuinely concerned. I wasn’t sure how to tell him what was happening. I also wasn’t sure if this was still part of the “prank.” He said it was time to go home because he had to get ready for work, so I followed him to the front door. He opened it, and Brute was outside, ready to drive us home. Suddenly, Mike was gone, but Brute acted like I had been alone the whole time. Instead of taking me to his car, he walked me down the street and started speaking to me in a hushed voice.
“Something is wrong with Mike,” he muttered quickly. I noticed him looking around as if afraid we were being followed. “He killed Needles and Nails, I know he did, he was covered in blood. That’s not my friend, that some kind of monster, I think he’s possessed.” He explained that he knew I had powers and urged me to figure out how to save Mike before he kills him too. As he said this, I noticed drawings of Needles and Nails following us on the buildings’ walls, and when going passed a window, it turned into their reflections, but they were not physically with us. There were drawings of other characters from Cartoon Network and Nickelodeon, and they were coming to life only to be killed by the demons. Brute didn’t seem to notice, but he was stopped by a scythe blade landing on his back, going through the torso, and sticking out of his chest. I heard Prank Mike laugh. Brute played dead for a moment, but then laughed as well and said, “just kidding.”
I woke up again with a gasp. I lifted my blindfold to see that I was in my apartment, heard Michael’s snoring, and went back to sleep.
I was in the kitchen again, right after I had covered the tile with the wash bucket. This time, all of the tiles were slowly trying to drift away, and I was desperately trying to get the to stay in place. The veiny woman was gone, but my old cat, Spaz, was walking around, and I tried to shoo him away so that he didn’t fall through the tiles.
Once again, Mike came to ask if I was okay, said we were going home, opened the door, disappeared, and the scene with Brute and I played exactly how it did before, except this time, my surroundings were flickering and glitching. When I asked Brute a question, he acted as though he couldn’t hear me. I walked around him to try and get his attention, but nothing. I did the same with other people, but they didn’t notice me. The drawings on the walls didn’t even seem to know I was there, and instead of killing the characters, Needles and Nails were just threatening them. I managed to pull someone off the wall, but I don’t remember who it was, though I think it was Deedee from Dexter’s Lab.
Then the sidewalk ended into nothing but dark space, and I observed my surroundings. All of the walls and segments of sidewalk were slowly drifting apart like the tiles had, and when stepping on surfaces, they sunk a little with my weight, and popped back up when I had stepped off of it. Brute was frozen in place, mouthing silently, staring straight ahead.
My dream self was back in the kitchen with the floating tiles, but now all the walls were separating as well. Nothing was glitching this time. The scene started to play out like it had the last two times, but this time, Mike had black eyes and thick stitches going through his arms. I could see this because he was wearing a black tank top, something he’d never wear. He asked if I was okay, and told me it was time to go home. This time, after he opened the door, I kept my eye on him and saw him turn to the side to walk up a flight of steps. I followed him, and he was sitting in a chair, looking at me as if he expected me to follow him. The room was small, blank, and had cardboard boxes as if someone was just moving in.
“Just kidding,” he said with a smile, and then I woke up (not for real) back in the normal living room with Mike, Brute, Needles, and Nails just like after the first round of nightmare. It all played out the same, but this time, I didn’t go to the kitchen with Brute and Mike. I was fully on guard, and Needles asked me if I wanted to watch funny YouTube videos. I knew they were going to show videos of me going through this “prank,” so I used String Blade to slice through the monitor and grab Needles, trying to squeeze her into slices.
Immediately, everything turned dark again, and Prank Mike in his demon form rescued Needles. He made a snarky comment toward me about catching on to how things worked. I was crying, but not sobbing, and asked why he’s doing this to me. I didn’t get a straight answer, just a slash in my direction. I had had it by this point. I was traumatized, and my mind had been broken enough to enter survival mode. This is when another non-XG power came up. It was a dark violet smoke that I could control verbally along with hand gestures. I don’t think I named it, but ordered it to do stuff by calling it “solid smoke.” It was like it had its own mind, but it was extremely obedient. However, it was like training a new Pokémon, so it wasn’t too strong yet.
It appeared on its own, grabbing hold of the scythe and throwing it to the side. This didn’t deter Prank Mike, and his freaking cloak fought back. The difference here was that the cloak could not grab the smoke, but the smoke could grab it. I said, “solid smoke, grab it!” It obeyed, but was losing hold. I tightened my fist as if I were latched onto the fabric, and the smoke gripped it more strongly. “Solid smoke, pull the cloak!” A weak attempt to pull the cloak with one hand ended with the fabric freeing itself. While the cloak had been fighting, Prank Mike got his scythe back. I really didn’t want to hurt the man I still loved, so my plan was to capture him and undo whatever curse was afflicting him.
The cloak struck again, and I said, “solid smoke, grab it and pull!” This attempt was also weak, and I saw the cloak slipping. “PULL IT! KEEP PULLING IT LIKE THIS!” I made a motion with my hands to indicate pulling a rope, and the smoke made a second “hand” and did as I demonstrated. We quickly managed to get Prank Mike closer, the smoke blocked his attempt to slash at me, and I used Ice Beam to freeze him. Some of my powers ended up being Pokémon powers… I even used Dazzling Gleam and Leaf Blade once…
Again, Ice Beam didn’t work to its fullest potential, so when he unfroze, I used Rainbow Flamethrower, but he was stronger than his goons, so he didn’t get too much damage. He caught me again, had his goons restrain me, and carried me outside down the floating sidewalk. I was thinking hard and fast. Who could I call to come save me? Who would hear me? I realized no one would hear me, but I tried anyway. I screamed for Vegeta, and luckily, he was in the area. My heart broke when he didn’t even recognize me. He LOVES me, he ALWAYS makes time for me, but this time, he didn’t even know who I was. I doubted anyone else would have any memory of me either, so trying to call Rukia or someone was out of the question. I gave up.
I was brought to a different house in the middle of nowhere. It was decrepit, dark, and small. This part of the world was not drifting apart. We were in a vast valley with green grass, and little houses scattered about. At the very end was an absurdly large office building, and there was a fired burning within it, the flames licking the outside walls through broke windows, but not engulfing the building, as if it were stuck on this one state. Across from it was a cliff and  a tree house on a huge tree that grew so tall, yet so far down, it passed a dusty layer of fog and disappeared, no ground in sight. These are all observations I made later, not while I was being carried into this rickety house.
Note: An old friend of mine named Ariel always shows up in my dreams. I dumped her as a friend for multiple reasons, and when she comes into my dreams, all of her bad qualities are pumped up to one hundred. Just a few things she’s done: tried to kill me, tried to convince people that I’m lying about things, especially when I tell people what she’s like, and even when I have our old friends to back me up. She would attack me just to hurt me, even went as far as hurting my animals, has stalked me, molested me in my sleep, claims to be in love with me, and she doesn’t get in trouble for going against her in-dream restraining order. She break into my house, enters parties I throw when she’s not allowed to be in the building, presses her face against windows to peer at me, cannot stop verbally harassing me, she’s tried to destroy Encephalon, forced herself into movies I make, manages to break locks that are UNBREAKABLE, guess door codes, and has even tried to become friends again just to betray me again and laugh at my heart breaking. She claims she’s in love with me, but she does all of this crazy stuff. I tell her to leave me alone, I try to beat the shit out of her, and I’ve killed her so many times, but she just keeps coming back. Her mother saw me kill her once, and she was screaming at me, but I told her, “give it six hours, she’ll be back.” I HATE her. Sometimes she agrees to leave me alone and ignore me like I suggested, but she never does, as if she can’t handle holding the urge back. I’ve yelled at her many times, saying, “how hard is it to ignore me?! All I’m asking is for you to LEAVE ME ALONE! I want to leave you alone! I want us to ignore each other’s existence, not speak to each other, not touch each other, NOTHING! Why is that so HARD?!” Worst of all, even when people of authority have proof she’s done something horribly wrong and admit that she needs to be punished, she never is. Still, every so often, she treats me like a friend…
Ariel was with some friends in this house, including an old scene friend named Kitty, who is like Ariel’s main henchman. She looks as fat and emo as ever, and she hangs out with a bunch of emo kids, and I’m like, “ugh…” As I was carried into this house, I was struggling, not ready to give up all the way just yet. I noticed Ariel in a room, and as my last ditch effort, I screamed for her help. I don’t think she believed me, so I begged, “please, Ariel, PLEASE! I’m in danger, please help me!” She stood at the top of the stairs I was being carried down, and looked concerned, like she wanted to help. However, she chickened out and went back to her friends. I later saw her walking around as a sort of bat creature, and she and her friends were making fun of me again.
I was underground now, and the room was huge. Somehow, the walls made of wooden planks were broken, and there was sunlight and foliage coming in. It looked like the foliage had been able to grow for at least a decade. I saw Spaz again, just randomly. I’m not sure if I was tied up or anything, I think I was just dropped into this room, and the demons went up to a sort of balcony above me, like spectators.
Prank Mike did come down briefly, though he was in the same form I had scene the last time he had said, “just kidding.” He was holding some rats, but no one I recognized. He threatened to squeeze them, to break them and kill them. I had been brave and brutal before when I was fighting him, but I was reduced to my sobbing, submissive, frightened self I had been at the start. I begged him not to hurt any of the animals, and he actually tightened his grip on one, only enough to make it struggle. I begged again, on my knees, sobbing hysterically. He walked away from me and placed the rats into one of three boxes, all identical.
“In one of these boxes is a harmless snake. In one of these boxes is nothing. In one of these boxes, there is a dangerous, venomous snake and those rats. Save all of the rats, and I will let them go unharmed.” Snakes. I love snakes, but not when it comes to protecting the snake’s natural prey. I found a fully grown boa constrictor in the first box, who slid out. I saw Spaz in the line of fire, so I picked him up and put him in a shopping cart. Don’t ask where it came from, I don’t know. I was about to try the third box, but Staples discreetly shot once at the second box. I glanced at her, and she gave me a nod. I wasn’t sure whether or not to trust her, but her expression was serious. So, I opened the second box and found the rats and many objects that would make it very difficult to find and grab them or the snake. I hadn’t heard a squeak, so no one had been eaten yet.
Prank Mike was laughing about how I’d never save them in time because of all the objects in the box, but I noticed what looked like an orange hose, grabbed it, and pulled. I instantly gripped its neck so that it couldn’t bite, though it was certainly trying, hissing and spitting at me. I heard Brute ask someone, “how did she find the snake so fast?” I closed the snake into one of the other boxes and managed to find all of the rats, all completely unharmed. I let them go out of a hole in the wall. In real life, you can’t do this with domestic rats, but I have this power over ALL RATS in my dreams that makes them know exactly what to do and where to go. It’s awesome.
The gang were all very furious. Prank Mike seemed to not have expected me to know how to grab a snake despite the fact that he knows how knowledgeable I am about animals. The boa also escaped outside, and Spaz continued to sit in the cart for some reason. Prank Mike came to me once again, but he took the rough form of Erin. I suddenly felt small, like a child, and as he set his hand on my head, I started crying. I saw flashbacks of the abuse Erin put me through, but Prank Mike was changing them to make it look like it was all my fault. He showed me as the abuser, as a misbehaved kid, as someone who deserved to be hit. The scenes stopped when he took his hand off of my head, and I hugged his leg, crying harder. I said, “I’m sorry, mommy…” In his own voice, Prank Mike said, “you’re going to be good from now on, aren’t you? You’re going to do everything I say with no argument?” I kept saying, “yes, I’ll behave, mommy, I’ll be good, I’ll do everything you ask, I’m so sorry, mommy…” This was the moment when he had finally broken me down to my core.
Satisfied, he left, and his goons followed, all except Staples. She took a more human-like form and walked up to me. She said she’s realized that I don’t deserve this, that Prank Mike lied to her about me and painted me out to be some cruel, controlling, ball and chain of a fiancé. I couldn’t feel anymore. I had stopped crying, I didn’t feel the rage, I didn’t feel the hurt. My voice was calm when I said, “we have to stop him.” Staples told me she knows how to transfer the leader’s power, and that it couldn’t actually be defeated. If Staples stole the power, she could control it properly, and she’d keep me safe.
We left together, going back to the house, which was semi-normal. I saw normal Mike and my Aunt Patty… Note: I have been having nightmares where my Aunt Patty is absolutely cruel, heartless, and downright evil, even though she’s actually pretty okay. Anyway, she was sitting on a roof beam, having been speaking to Mike and laughing with him, a camcorder in her hand. I still don’t realize that this is a dream, and I think I’m awake. I inquire about what’s going on, and it seemed she was in on the “prank” too. Staples, Needles, Nails, and Brute had taken full human forms, laughing as if the prank was simply tricking me to wear my shirt inside out. I was exhausted, but some emotions returned.
“I’ve been having nightmares about you, but you’re really like this?!” I shouted. She just laughed and told me to get a sense of humor. My wounds had not turned into aged scars, they were gooey scabs accompanied by bruises. I turned to Mike and once again asked, “why would you do this to me?!” I told him to look at me, look at my wounded body, and I told him I loved him, and that I thought he loved me too, otherwise, why would he propose? I sigh as I type this, remembering that it still wasn’t over.
Patty stood far back to film, and Prank Mike and the goons became demons again. However, the goons were starting to form opinions close to Staples’. Brute mentioned that they were going too far, and that it was time to stop. Needles actually said, “don’t you think she’s had enough?” It seemed he was completely out of control, dismissing the others and continuing the torture. Now all four goons were on my side, and Staples began to explain that I needed to minimize him to force the power out and into another host. I didn’t know what she meant by “minimize,” but she told me to rip his cloak off as much as possible. So I put the few emotions I had left aside, got ready with String Blade in one hand and solid smoke in the other, and Prank Mike and I both shot at each other.
I used String Blade as a sword to block the scythe, and told solid smoke to start ripping the cloak. It tried to defend itself, but when solid smoke ripped off a chunk and threw it to the floor, it was just black, unmoving goop. I found it strange that it wasn’t fabric. I urged the smoke to keep going, saying it would have to work alone for a bit, but it seemed to feel my passion and determination, and was thinking on its own perfectly. I tried many times to slice through Prank Mike, but I only hit him a few times, whereas he hit me continuously. I tried Rainbow Flamethrower, Repel, Ice Beam, Pause, Ice Cascade, and Redo, but nothing worked. He was immune to the Flamethrower, Repel made him barely budge, Ice Beam didn’t freeze him at all, and the other three didn’t do anything at all. However, I was flying by this point, so at least I had that.
Pretty much all of the work was done by solid smoke. As more of the cloak was ripped away, Prank Mike literally began to shrink. Eventually, I was able to hold him still as the last of the cloak was removed, and he became a small statue of a demon holding a tiny scythe. I stared at it, heart broken having just lost the love of my life. I held him close to my face and whispered, “it didn’t have to be this way. All you had to do was talk to me about it. I can’t know if something’s wrong if you don’t tell me. Now you’re nothing but a rock. I hope it was worth it.” Then I set him on a mantle. When I turned to the others, I saw Staples picking up the globs of cloak and sticking them to her body. We all just watched, and she took on a form that was very similar in appearance to Prank Mike’s demon form. She even had the scythe. She sighed and sat in a chair once she had gained all of the power.
“It’s over,” she said to me. “What will you do now?” I asked if I could serve her, telling her that there was no way I could return to a normal life. My emotions had disappeared again, and I verbally accepted that Mike was no longer here. Staples agreed, but said I couldn’t be her right hand man (like Brute had been to Prank Mike, I forgot to mention that) because I wasn’t strong enough. She decided that Brute will keep his place, but I would take Needles’ rank. Needles and Nails would share a rank, and Patty would take her place. Patty did not anticipate being involved, thinking that she was just there for the prank, but Staples turned her into a small stack of papers, and I went to staple them to the same wall Staples had been on. When I returned, she promised to train me, as well as protect me.
I asked her why this power couldn’t be defeated, and she explained that the lives lost at the waterpark fueled its existence, and if the holder of the power doesn’t get those souls, they will die with the power. So I had to agree to let these people die because I didn’t want Staples to kill me for opposing her. I did say that the prison needed to be taken out, but she said that it’s the only source she has. Not only that, but losing the power means turning into a small, stone ornament just like Prank Mike, so she could never return to her former life. She also mentioned that the statue remains sentient, it can hear and see everything, it just can’t move. That meant that the person within was forced to watch the world around them for all eternity. I found that I didn’t care, and I swore my loyalty to the new leader. It turned out that Staples made Patty take her place as punishment for being involved with the whole ordeal even though I was family. The papers couldn’t take a body unless the leader allows it.
I mentally prepared myself for a life of no emotions, constant fighting for survival, and no relationships. They were going to give me enough demonic power to be like them once I was trained up. Normally I’d think that was pretty cool, but now I didn’t care either way. Prank Mike had broken me down, stomped me down until I was the finest of dust. I could never go back.
Sometimes I’d talk to the statue, sort of to punish him further. One day, however, I accidently cut my palm on the scythe, which I didn’t know had stayed metal. The blood formed a new cloak, and he returned to his prior state. This time, it was my sanity that broke. It wasn’t over. I’d have to go through that all again! Now I didn’t care, I truly didn’t care, and I truly believed that this wasn’t a prank, these weren’t actors, this was fucking real.
I started killing everyone and destroying everything. Prank Mike ran away and hid himself in a room, and everyone else were looking human again, but I went after them anyway, even though the house had returned to normal too. Brute was frantically banging on the door to the room where Prank Mike was, saying, “okay, man! Time to call it! We’ve gone too far! YOU NEED TO CALL IT!!” Right as I heard Prank Mike say, “it’s over!” I used String Blade to absolutely destroy Needles and Nails. Mike opened the door and said, “it’s done! It’s over, okay? I’m done! It’s not real! I promise, I’m not joking this time!” I had already done quite a bit of damage, but I returned to the emotionless me. He allowed me to step into the room, and we just sat in silence for awhile.
“When did you stop loving me?” I finally asked. He said a long time ago. “Why did you do this to me?” He said it was because he felt that I didn’t respect him. “Why didn’t you just talk to me about it?” He said he just hated being around me. “Okay.”
He then took me outside to the valley to show me all of the things they were going to use if they had kept going. I heard a song in the background like you’d hear in a movie during a sad scene. In the same repeated tune, a man sang,
You weren’t like this yesterday,
I thought that everything was okay…
(ahh ahh)
I thought you loved me up until today.
I never thought you’d act this way,
What has change since yesterday?
(ahh ahh)
Now it’s like you want me to go away.
Life was better when we would play,
But you showed that you hate me today…
(ahh ahh)
That’s fine, I never loved you anyway.
You weren’t like this yesterday,
Or so I thought, and that’s okay.
(ahh ahh)
That’s just fine, I’ve always hated you anyway…
This is when I saw the strange burning building and the impossible tree house. He took me into the tree house and said that it sort of worked like an elevator, and more things were waiting for me far, far below us. I laughed. I just laughed. I continued to laugh as I stepped out of the tree house and decimated the burning building using String Blade and solid smoke. Mike followed me, saying in a joking way, “hey, you don’t have to do that, it’s over, remember?” I just laughed as the song continued to play, repeating the lyrics. I walked along, using String Blade to cut through everyone I saw, even innocent people. Some only got their feet or arms cut off, and some were destroyed completely. There were screams, and Mike was still trying to get me to stop, but my sanity was lost, and I ignored him. I heard some people call the police, but I didn’t care. I saw Ariel the bat creature and stabbed her a few times before ripping off her head. The bat head had been above her real head in the costume, and she laughed in relief, but then I started cutting off her real head, and she sobbed, begged for her life, and told me she was sorry.
I didn’t attack Mike again. He actually helped me run so that I wouldn’t get arrested. I just kept laughing and smiling, listening to the sad song in my head. He asked me if I wanted to stay with him. I said yes. “Even knowing I don’t love you?” I said yes. “Why?” I told him because I once loved him and would do anything for him. It was only right that I became his follower. I was different now anyway, so I wouldn’t be so annoying I guess. To be fair, I do respect the hell out of my fiancé.
Then I woke up for the last time. I turned over and hugged a sleeping Michael for a bit, but I couldn’t get the song out of my head, so I went onto my computer and wrote it down. Then I started writing my previous blog post. When he woke up, I told him a less detailed summary of my nightmare, and I cried. Neither of us understand why my brain hates him so much. And I had had fun with his friends at IHOP. I always enjoy Michael’s company, always have fun with him, and he never acts like any of the bad versions of dream Mike. I hate it, I hate the nightmares, I hate that I am only allowed to have a couple good dreams every month. It all comes down to Erin. It’s her fault I have PTSD in the first place. It’s her fault I hate myself.
But I’ll get over it… eventually. Or maybe I won’t, just like that dream with Randy. One thing is for certain… I’m going to have to have a talk with Vegeta next time I see him…
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