[open] the cat came back

[limbical]

WHO: Daan (limbical) & YOU!
WHAT: Augustcatch-all. Event, non-event prompts, you know.
WHERE: The clinic for non-event prompts, the mall for event prompts.
WHEN: August
WARNINGS: Typical warnings for Fear & Hunger content, which you can find in Daan's permissions here. I'll ensure to label CW in subject headers in case the subjects come up, but if you need to opt out please hit up my permission's post!

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[coolerjunpei]

[So.

It's not every day that one gets a vision of a guy turning into a giant cat... guy. Cat gentleman. Evil furry. Junpei can't exactly well-I've-seen-weirder his way around this one, because he sure hasn't! This really tops the weird scale, at least until the next wild thing pops out of the dark.

But that's definitely Daan having a meltdown, and while Junpei is... uncertain... after a beat, he decides it's probably better to at least take the guy to a food court table or something so he can calm down. He shuffles closer, slowly reaching out a hand to lightly tap Daan on the shoulder.]

Hey. Let's get out of here.

[limbical]

[There's a jerk from Daan at the tap and he suddenly backs away from Junpei. Something more than just being startled. He's afraid.

But not necessarily of Junpei himself. For a moment, Daan processes what he'd just experienced, and he rubs his eye.]

Yeah.

[Slowly, he gets to his feet, even if he feels too heavy and exhausted.]

Door still locked?

[coolerjunpei]

[Oop - Junpei withdraws his hand automatically anyway, holding both up as if to prove his own harmlessness. He can handle skittish; he's trying not to spook Daan any more than he's already shaken up.]

The front door? Yeah. There's, uh... a fort some people have holed up in...

[but it's made of anime t-shirts and wrench keeps throwing dickpops at people, so maybe that's not the ideal--]

Maybe we could just go to the food court? You up for a walk?

[limbical]

A fort, huh.

[Awkwardly, he dusts off his pants, everything about him stiff and shaking, so uncertain from the vision and being so closely followed by that fucking cat. Stiffly, he nods.]

...Sure. Yeah. Let's go.

Could use fresh air, but so much for that. Food court it is.

[coolerjunpei]

A fort. [never mind the fort.] Maybe we can smash a window open somewhere.

[But probably not, because it's this mall in this city. He waits one last beat before leading the way down the hall, away from this vision zone - and hopefully away from any spooky voices, if they pick up again.]

Lucky for us, I am a mall map expert. We'll be there in no time.

cw: dismemberment

[limbical]

Yeah, I'm sure no one's tried that. If nothing else, it's probably fun to throw bricks around or whatever.

[it's the stress, destruction is a good stress reliever, trust him he's an unlicensed doctor!!

Daan does wince suddenly and grip the bridge of his nose. There's a chortle echoing behind them, maybe in their heads, the cat not so far behind after all maybe? It's hard to tell.

And here I thought you traded bunny ears for something more refined, like a feline! Are you a little mouse, my friend?

There's another vision invading their minds.

In the streets of Prehevil, Pocketcat stands over a bloodied bag, staring at Daan with his fierce golden gaze. In this scenario, Daan is taking out his scalpel, intent on attacking with Pocketcat sighing.

Oh, my old friend. Has it really come to this? Such a shame.

The fight does not go well.

Though Daan gets a few slashes in desperately with his scalpel, Pocketcat easily overpowers him. My master would forbid me from getting so directly involved... so I will leave the choice in your hands. What part shall I take from you, old sport? Tell me. My touch is firm, but gentle.

And he has no choice but to sacrifice a limb, which Pocketcat slices off cleanly, leaving Daan to bleed. The choice comes up again and again, forcing Daan to sacrifice everything. Both arms, both legs, leaving just his head.

Somehow, that grin on Pocketcat's face manages to look all the more sinister. Well, that just leaves the head, doesn't it?

The mouth opens wide, fitting Daan's head inside before the fangs come down--

And the vision ends abruptly, leaving him in real time panting again, looking pale.]

[coolerjunpei]

First we have to find some bricks...

[But it sounds like a good time, probably? Junpei will throw bricks at windows if it makes Daan feel better, he's a doctor who definitely knows what he's talking about—

...But not how to avoid the thing following him, it seems. Junpei doesn't know what to do; there's nothing to do but be bombarded by this vision? nightmare? vision of Daan's, ah... violent dismemberment by cat-thing.

He does hastily look away before Daan gets his head eaten or whatever's about to happen there, politely trying not to look too appalled when the vision disappears. He takes a beat, then this time actually takes Daan by the arm and pulls him along more insistently, down the hall away from murderer cats and towards the food court.]

...That's fucked up, [he says, eventually, and then casting about wildly for something else to say, uh,] Besides getting eaten, that happened to me once.

[relatable?? eh????]