feelslikeimspilling: "I must confess, I'm glad to see it go."❞ (✖ f o l l o w e d  b y  t h e  b e a s t)
Will Graham ([personal profile] feelslikeimspilling) wrote in [community profile] hadriel2016-11-05 02:26 am

[Video & Voice] cw: for mild gore

Why won't you work the way I want you to?

[ The video was mostly accidently, Will laying in his bed fiddling with the buttons on his phone. Will had been trying to dial numbers from home, all to no avail. He'd tried turning it off and then on again, hoping that resetting it would give him the means of calling home... Not that he had anyone to answer but still. Failing that, he was checking the contact list every 5 minutes, just in case another name was added that he might recognize, or the possibility that his own would vanish. ]

If I take you apart and you break...

[ He sighed and the video feed cuts off for a moment. It next returns a few hours later, after having accidentally, privately called a few people only to hang up quickly after having realized he was calling. As his finger lingered wearily over the connect button, having fallen into a light sleep while trying and testing his methodical and repetitive act. His finger pressed heavy with sleep and called the network, only to show the ceiling of his apartment, the uttered mumblings of his sleeptalking. ]

I wasn't... Thinking straight... I was... Upset... Angry...

[ The feed cuts off as Will's palm enveloped the device. Until a few hours later that is.

The feed seemed to be swinging, Will still holding his phone down by his side as he walked slowly into the night. Clues of his whereabouts in the City came in small sections as the camera swayed in motion with his steps. It was dark and a thick fog seemed to roll in from out of nowhere. Then the noise began. A loud and steady siren, yet Will remained calm. A dark blur moved passed the camera of his phone, steam from the breath of a large animal puffed out the nose and directly on the screen. It was anightmareish stag that dislodged the phone from Will's hand, becoming clear to those viewing as it leaned down and gave a snort from its nose.

Will swayed in his slumber where he stood, then took to walking again, just a few feet in front of the device, he was seen barefoot and dressed in only a sweat soaked t-shirt and boxers, the stag followed close to his side as other motions and shadows from the fog began to emerge. Human-like forms with their arms bound across their chests held in place with a sheath of discolored skin, yet Will continued to sleepwalk towards them. Ash started to gather around the small lens of his phones camera, distorting the view, yet just before it was covered and the screen went a static white and gray, something else from Will's deepest, darkest dreams, scooped the phone up before dropping it suddenly, knocking it hard enough to crack the screen and switch to audio only. Will's trembling, cold, voice in the near distance, speaking out softly as the sirens continued making it harder to hear. He sounded almost as if he was coming around from his slumber, confused and tired. ]


... I brought you a gift... Then thought better of it... I had no idea you were here... Abi- !!

[ Suddenly the sound of fast movement and heavy thudding. He'd fallen? Been pushed down? Something wasn't right at all. Nothing but the sounds of labored breathing and slight grimacing. Will felt out and found his phone in the thick settling ash, holding it up to his face to use as a light. The cracked screen flickering in and out of static and feed, showing a rather disheveled and confused looking Will who had no idea he was broadcasting this whole time. ]

She was just here... Where'd...

[ The screen showed Will's face as his eyes searched the blinding darkness of blackest night and ashfall. Though he was not alone. Something was lurking behind him, just over a shoulder, just at arm's length away. ]
skelebro: (i need to leave right now immediately)

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[personal profile] skelebro 2016-11-05 09:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[Ah, hell. He's in one of the rough parts of the city, ain't he? Mist-shrouded, somethin' loomin' outta the dark right behind him. Guy don't need any more nightmare fuel than he's already packin', so Sans sticks to voice so they don't gotta go over the whole "holy crap, you're a skeleton" bit that everybody likes to play.]

Up and at 'em, pal. You're gonna wanna get outta there. I'd say sooner rather than later.
skelebro: (i've been waiting by your grave)

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[personal profile] skelebro 2016-11-05 11:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[Gonna keep this on the audio, yeah. Guy looks pretty rattled without havin' to deal with a talkin' skeleton on top of it, assumin' he ain't used to the sight of one. Somethin' tells Sans that he probably ain't.]

Yep. I'm thinkin' you do. This really ain't the place to stop and smell the flowers.
skelebro: (kids these days amiright)

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[personal profile] skelebro 2016-11-06 12:01 am (UTC)(link)
[Huh. Yeah. Guy is nooooooot really compos mentis at the moment, is he?]

Nope. Not snow. I'd say you're in a creature-infested fog-town right about now.

[However the hell he managed to end up there is anybody's guess. Maybe he just wandered on in, pretty as ya please. Either way, Sans really don't wanna blip himself in there if he can avoid it. It ain't his job to rescue folk. He does a sorry enough job of keepin' an eyesocket on the kids he promised to watch over.]
skelebro: (im always smiling)

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[personal profile] skelebro 2016-11-06 12:57 am (UTC)(link)
[Goddamnit. He didn't wanna actually up and haul his tailbone outta bed for this. Didn't even really wanna start walkin'. The past few days have been busy, real busy, and he's just - he's tired, all right?]

Buddy, I'm about as real as the thing behind you is. Which is, uh, which is to say - really real.

[He ain't runnin'. Why isn't he running?

His tone sharpens almost imperceptibly with a warning.]


Seriously, pal. Start walkin'. Get outta there.
skelebro: (shiiiiiiiii)

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[personal profile] skelebro 2016-11-06 01:30 am (UTC)(link)
[That works pretty well. Seems to get him goin' at least, though whether he's gonna be able to outrun the thing behind him is anyone's guess. Still, there's plenty of other people who can take care of him if the need arises. Lots of hero-types 'round here.]

Nah. Just that particular part. If you keep movin' you'll make it outta there. Whatever's chasin' ya won't follow past the fog.
skelebro: (you wanna explain my buddy chum pal)

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[personal profile] skelebro 2016-11-06 02:52 am (UTC)(link)
Whatever's chasin' you ain't what you're thinkin' of, bud.

[Anchorin' him while he goes through some kinda dissociative state? Yep. All right. Sans can do his level best to make sure the guy don't go off the rails in the meantime. He's still talkin' like he's in a trance of some kind. Given that he was kinda doin' a whole somnambulist noctivagant wanderin' thing, Sans can't really blame him.

Not a lot feels real when you've just woken up.]


That part of the city will mess with ya, all right? Some of the stuff in there ain't, uh, ain't really real. Best to just steer clear when you can.
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skelebro: (i won't grace it with a description)

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[personal profile] skelebro 2016-11-06 04:11 am (UTC)(link)
[And he's...stopped again. This guy really does not have an instinct of self-preservation, does he? Or if he does, it's pretty well-buried beneath a layer of sleep.]

Uh-huh. Listen, pal. Abstraction really ain't doin' you any favors. You're gonna need to keep walkin' until you're outta there. Capiche?
skelebro: (How About Maybe You Chill)

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[personal profile] skelebro 2016-11-06 06:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[All right, that could be a signal of understanding or it could just be him sayin' what he last heard, echoing it 'cause that's an impulse he seems to have.]

That's it. Keep on goin'.

[He's tryin' to keep an eyesocket out for the thing behind him. It's probably content to toy with him for a little while longer, and with any luck someone will happen along to save him all properly-like soon enough.]
skelebro: (bone voyage)

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[personal profile] skelebro 2016-11-06 09:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[C'mon, man. Get it together. He's havin' a tough enough time talkin' him outta this hellpit without needin' to rope him back into reality every few seconds.]

Nothin' important.

[Cripes, how's he supposed to keep this guy in the now?]

Hey. Look. What's your name, pal?
skelebro: (kids these days amiright)

[personal profile] skelebro 2016-11-06 10:08 pm (UTC)(link)
You're in Hadriel, pal.

[Just gonna clarify that some. But, okay. Gotta name now. Will Graham. And he looks pretty human, but startin' off with askin' something like that might be, uh, kinda unsettlin' for a guy to hear while he's still a bit out of it.]

Will, huh? Well, where there's a Will, there's a way, right?

[Jokes! Always prime material for lightenin' the mood, yeah?]
skelebro: (you wanna explain my buddy chum pal)

[personal profile] skelebro 2016-11-07 12:40 am (UTC)(link)
[Well, a tiny reaction is better than no reaction at all. If he emotes at all, that is. Sans knows from experience. So, uh. The guy is either a new arrival or near enough to it that he might as well be.

Not so surprisin', given how many people have been showin' up these past few days.]


Underground city. You new 'round here, pal?
skelebro: (shiiiiiiiii)

[personal profile] skelebro 2016-11-07 01:29 am (UTC)(link)
[So he ain't new - not as new as the bright new arrivals that have come spillin' in at new and unprecedented speeds and densities. Not new; just really, really out of it. Fantastic.]

And you, uh, have never heard the name of the place you're in until now?
skelebro: (vibrates off this plane of existence)

[personal profile] skelebro 2016-11-07 03:13 am (UTC)(link)
It's fog, mostly.

[So the guy's pretty clearly a wreck. He's thinkin' maybe he should phone the guard or something 'cause uh, seriously. This is...not good. Not of the good. 'Specially with that thing shivering like a plate of skin-colored jello beside him.]

On your left, bud. Look out.

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