EVENT LOG: BURY A FRIEND

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EVENT LOG:
BURY A FRIEND

characters: everyone.
location: around town.
date/time: october 9-17.
content: the hallucinations begin...
warnings: psychological horror. please cw tags appropriately.

it's probably something that shouldn't be said out loud

October 9 feels like a normal day at first, save for the red lighthouse beam cutting through the darkness overhead. You know by now—or you've heard—that the lighthouse is only active during ferry arrivals and events... And there's definitely no ferry docked at the, er. Beach. The town is quiet, the forest spirits behave business-as-usual, Rastus doesn't know what's up. Whatever's going on, you'll have to figure it out for yourself.

And you will, though the hallucinations are subtle at first: objects moving when they shouldn't, people's proportions looking just a bit off, voices in an empty room, and so on. Is it just your mind playing tricks in the darkness? Might be! Will did warn you all about the effects of living without a sun and a proper day/night cycle.

As the days go on, the hallucinations are harder to ignore, no matter how much you may wish to wave them off as flukes. What's wrong with everyone's faces? When did all the howling start? Who do you hold onto when the world drops out from under you? And those hands...

While you might know it can't be real, it certainly feels real. But at least it can't last forever!

...Right?

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[pearlstrings]

[It will be a very close call- Bruce knows that the moment he makes the decision to reach for the syringe, but how different is it really from the jeopardy he put himself in when he decided to pursue Riku in the first place? There's safety to be found in preparation, in the element of surprise- neither of which he'd been afforded when he caught sight of the boy sprinting into the brush. Bruce made his peace with the consequences the moment he chose to act. Choosing to prowl city streets and pursue criminals, to strengthen his body and his mind and his will had never been entirely about justice. In private moments, when no one looks directly at him, Bruce can acknowledge that it's about not wanting to see anyone else with eyes like his. About wanting one less funeral.

Riku's gaze snaps to his face as the needle connects and Bruce sees the recognition that lives there. He sees the precise moment that he understands what's happened, what's going to happen. Perhaps this is the reason that his strange blade begins to dissolve- a powerful mental redirection. Perhaps it's as simple as the chemical taking effect. Riku tries to raise his arm, says something that Bruce doesn't recognize, but like a sail without wind he begins to collapse in on himself. Fury and terror and agony wipe themselves from his expression, muscle unspools in his fingers and arms and shoulders, his pupils blow. He gasps.

It isn't a very large window of reaction time. Bruce draws the syringe away, angles the tip of it from their bodies and bears forward just in time to catch Riku's body with his own. His knees buckle, as if they've been cut out from under him, and Bruce meets him with a one armed embrace- gathering his weight against his chest and shoulder. It will be easier, after all, than hefting a prone body off of the ground, even if it also means that he can't see Riku's face, that he misses the instant that his eyes roll back.

Bruce's heart thrums hard inside his ribcage. His shirt is soaked with blood and sweat, his mask is plastered to his hairline with more of the same. Riku's lantern is a short distance away. He's in a not-insignificant amount of pain.

And it's going to be a very long walk.]