You are alone, surrounded by hundreds of images of yourself, brief glimpses of a you that is not quite you smirking, laughing. The anxiety you were feeling earlier has come back full force. That's when you see it -- Void -- clear and in front of you, eyes dark, mouth twisted into a dark smile that you recognize as the bringer of death. Without hesitation, you raise your bat and slams it into the mirror, shattering the glass. You don't care about seven years of bad luck. It doesn't even cross your mind.
It's a futile action, because Void just appears in the next one, laughing at you.
"You think it's that easy to be rid of me? Your divine move doesn't matter here. You're never going to be free of me. I'm going to kill them. I'm going to kill all of them, Stiiiiiles. And you're going to help me."
"Like hell," you retort, shattering that mirror, too, face drained of all color.
"I'm gonna start with Allison. Always with Allison. And then Lydia. And finally your best friend is going to have no choice but to do the one thing that will stop me. Do you think he can do it this time?"
You squeeze your eyes shut shut and swing again, shattering more glass, pulling in panicked, shuddering breaths as you try to tell yourelf it is just this place. That it's messing with you, that it's not real, that Void is gone, trapped back home in a box made from the Nemeton.
"Do you want to save your friends, Stiiiiles? You know the one way that you can."
"Stop," you whisper, clutching onto your bat tightly with one hand.
"Make me," Void whispers, circling around behind you in the mirrors and then beside you, in front of you. All around you. Everywhere. "You have more friends here, don't you, Stiiiles? I can't wait to destroy all of them!"
A tear streaks down your paler than usual face but you make no effort to brush it away, reluctantly opening your eyes and staring at Void in the mirror. Your gaze darts to a broken shard of glass on the floor, long and jagged. You swallow heavily and you hear the voice -- your own, but not really -- chuckle. You let go of your bat, let it clatter to the floor and reache for the shard, clutching it in your hand tightly, feeling the sharp edges cut into your skin as your heart begins beating faster.
"It isn't a katana, Stiiiiles. But it'll do if you have the guts."
Months of terror flash through your mind in seconds, make your fingers curl more tightly around the glass as you press it against your stomach. You catch sight of the other version of Void -- the version that isn't you, that's wrapped in bandages -- in one of the mirrors behind you, his teeth bared and mouth open wide, waiting.
You plunge the glass as deeply as you can, pain shocking your system as you fall to the floor amidst the rest of the broken glass. Your communicator hits the ground beside you and distantly you wonder if it's broken. You doesn't realize that it's clicked on in a private voice feed for Lydia.
You pass out shortly later, blood pooling around you on the ground, coldness settling on you body as you wait for the darkness to take you for good this time.
[Object you might awaken with: large shard of broken glass, or possibly bloody hands.]
Barge Near Death (CW: Suicidal thoughts and actions)
It's a futile action, because Void just appears in the next one, laughing at you.
"You think it's that easy to be rid of me? Your divine move doesn't matter here. You're never going to be free of me. I'm going to kill them. I'm going to kill all of them, Stiiiiiles. And you're going to help me."
"Like hell," you retort, shattering that mirror, too, face drained of all color.
"I'm gonna start with Allison. Always with Allison. And then Lydia. And finally your best friend is going to have no choice but to do the one thing that will stop me. Do you think he can do it this time?"
You squeeze your eyes shut shut and swing again, shattering more glass, pulling in panicked, shuddering breaths as you try to tell yourelf it is just this place. That it's messing with you, that it's not real, that Void is gone, trapped back home in a box made from the Nemeton.
"Do you want to save your friends, Stiiiiles? You know the one way that you can."
"Stop," you whisper, clutching onto your bat tightly with one hand.
"Make me," Void whispers, circling around behind you in the mirrors and then beside you, in front of you. All around you. Everywhere. "You have more friends here, don't you, Stiiiles? I can't wait to destroy all of them!"
A tear streaks down your paler than usual face but you make no effort to brush it away, reluctantly opening your eyes and staring at Void in the mirror. Your gaze darts to a broken shard of glass on the floor, long and jagged. You swallow heavily and you hear the voice -- your own, but not really -- chuckle. You let go of your bat, let it clatter to the floor and reache for the shard, clutching it in your hand tightly, feeling the sharp edges cut into your skin as your heart begins beating faster.
"It isn't a katana, Stiiiiles. But it'll do if you have the guts."
Months of terror flash through your mind in seconds, make your fingers curl more tightly around the glass as you press it against your stomach. You catch sight of the other version of Void -- the version that isn't you, that's wrapped in bandages -- in one of the mirrors behind you, his teeth bared and mouth open wide, waiting.
You plunge the glass as deeply as you can, pain shocking your system as you fall to the floor amidst the rest of the broken glass. Your communicator hits the ground beside you and distantly you wonder if it's broken. You doesn't realize that it's clicked on in a private voice feed for Lydia.
You pass out shortly later, blood pooling around you on the ground, coldness settling on you body as you wait for the darkness to take you for good this time.
[Object you might awaken with: large shard of broken glass, or possibly bloody hands.]