May a Flight of Cherubs Sing Thee to Thy Rest

[cyan_maid]

Who: Jane Crocker AND YOU!
What: The Nightmare Plot
When: October 5th-8th
Where: The Land of Crypts and Helium...sort of.
Rating: PG-13 at the very least.

[With all the terrible things she's seen in the past few days, Jane never expected to fall into a nightmare of her own, but it seems that no one can escape them, at least for long.]

~*~

[You find yourself in a land of desolate grey and black skies, with leafless trees scattered across the landscape, made even more skeletal by their stark white bark. Every once in a while, the sky is punctuated by vibrant balloons, rising into the air on powerful jets of water. There is a long and winding path ahead of you, and for some reason, you feel compelled to follow it.

After what feels like an eternity, you find yourself at a crypt at the end of the path, its open door a gaping maw, and from inside you can hear someone...sobbing.

Inside you find another building, this one with a broken door. It must have been broken by someone with a lot of mangrit. The sobs are louder here, and you may hear a voice that you can recognize:]

Please...not again, please! Leave them be, I beg you!!!

[Once inside, you come to a wide room, and the first thing you'll notice is Jane, kneeling and still on the floor as she gazes into...nothing?]

Stop, you need to stop...I can't watch them die again, I just can't...

[It's almost as if she can see something no one else can see...but that can't be right! Surely she's gone crazy!

Do you approach?]

Comments

[cyan_maid]

[Ah ah ah! A bond snaps out and grabs that hand going for your pocket. Getting out of this one isn't going to be easy...but you could always try talking your way out of it.]

Now w)(at could you be looking for?

[Jane really can't do much but watch helplessly.]

[not_mafia]

[Tsuna winces, looking at the figure-- or those ominous, glowing eyes, at least. He swallows a bit.]

Who... are you?

[cyan_maid]

[The voice laughs, her chuckles rolling like the tide, and a tendril nudges Jane's head somewhat roughly.]

Ngh!

W)(y don't you tell )(im, guppy? Go on. Tell )(im w)(o I am.

[Jane takes a shaky breath, and she tenses.]

S-She's...she's not real...

[Wrong answer, Jane. You get a thwack on the head for that.] AAH!

[not_mafia]

[Tsuna jerks in the thing's grasp.] Hey! Leave her alone!

[cyan_maid]

[That grin twists into a very, very displeased frown.]

Denying w)(at's rig)(t in front of your nose now, guppy? Must I teac)( you anot)(er lesson wit)( your fronds?

[The thing jerks back!!]

Per)(aps I could use t)(is one...

W...What?!

[not_mafia]

[He winces and grunts at the tug. Of course, he has little concern for himself.]

What are you talking about? What did you do with her other friends?

[cyan_maid]

[The tug lessens, and could be thought of as gentle in its insistence.]

)(mm...Would you like to find out?

What?! No!! [Jane tries to catch your gaze.] Tsuna, don't listen to her!!!

[not_mafia]

[Tsuna grits his teeth and starts being more demanding than he really has any right to be in this kind of situation.] What did you do to them? Answer me!

[cyan_maid]

O)(, buoy, w)(at I DIDN'T do would prove to be a s)(orter answer...w)(y not ask t)(e guppy, )(mm?

[Jane lets out a shuddering gasp.]

You want me to...SAY all the horrid things you've done to them?!

[There are more tendrils creeping out from the darkness, ready to strike. The clock's ticking, Tsuna, and if you wanna get out of here then you better think of something quick!]

[not_mafia]

[Son of a gun. Their time is running out. He looks desperately around the room, given if his eyes had adjusted to the darkness at all, for something, anything. A lever, a weapon, a crack in the wall. Something he could make use of, and at least attempt to get them out of the situation.]

[cyan_maid]

[There's nothing. The crypt is completely empty save for the two of you and this being, its tendrils catching onto you.]

If you're too muc)( of a scaredycatfis)( to spill the s)(ells, I'll just )(ave to s)(ow )(im mys)(elf!!!

[Jane lurches forward, but the tendril bonds keep her firmly in place as more grab you.]

[not_mafia]

[Well, there's only one thing to do in a situation like this.

Wait until one of those tendrils comes across his mouth, and bite down on it. Hard.

Gross.]

[cyan_maid]

[Gross indeed! Tastes like rank seawater and...hair?

You're being pulled towards that menacing face by sentient HAIR?!?]

TSUNA!! Let him go you...you WITCH!!!

[not_mafia]

[Tsuna coughs and spits it out, then continues to struggle, but he really can't do anything in this situation anymore.]

[cyan_maid]

[Sorry, Tsuna. Looks like whoever this is has grown bored with your brave face.]

)(mmm...no, I don't t)(ink so.

[Before everything goes dark, you can hear Jane one more time:]

TSUNAAA!!!