hadriel | [Video & Voice] cw: for mild gore

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[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. ]

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[Oh, for fuck's sake...]

Hide. Try not to die before we get to you.

[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.

[Jesus, Will, didn't Jill tell you to stay out of trouble? She's never been to that zone, but she's heard about the things that can happen there. How did he get there dressed like that, anyway? Was he sleep walking?]

Will! Look out behind you!

[ Oh, for fuck's sake. What is he watching? He should leave the idiot guy wandering like he's drunk to his own devices. Let him die out there because he probably deserves it. But for some reason, instead of turning off the phone -- he hits the video instead. And....maybe he's a little drunk himself. But. ]

Where are you. [ He gruffly demands as he straps on his sword. ] If I get to you before that thing behind you does, you owe me a mug of whatever it is that's got you so drunk.

[He sees the video on the network, and instead of responding to it, he decides to cut out the middle man and just go straight to where Will is.

After all, it's a place he's very well acquainted with. Thankfully, this time there's no monster on his shoulder, tentacles buried in his brain.

Well, no literal ones, anyway.

He makes his way through the fog until he finds Will, and appears there like a shadow approaching through it until he's by Will's side, taking him by the arm and pulling him away from danger.]

Come on.

[He grumbles it. This is the second time he's had to do this, Graham, you stupid little man.]

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