The Dreamtime

[Damian]

Damian doesn't remember waking up. He doesn't remember going to sleep. It just seems to him as if he was suddenly there. He notices some fuzz on his black business suit, and brushes it off.
"Where am I? Is this one of those collective dreams again? Well, looking on the bright side of this, at least it's easier to bend reality in a dream."He thinks to himself.
He pulls a laptod out of thin air and gets on deletionquality.net.
"There's a thread about this somewhere... Ha!
Damian reads the thread, then looks down at the list of participants.
"Damn it, I'm not a nightmare demon this time! Well, whatever, I'm hungry. Time to go get some non-existent food."
Damian jumped into the air, and begins to fly towards the nearest (non-existent) restaurant.

[Varthonai]

“Who are you?” Warren asks the floating red ball of light that used to be his wisdom tooth.

<Me? Ahahahahahaha> the light giggles. <I’m your best friend, Warren. I’m going to accompany you on your quest to make all your best dreams come true.>

“How did I lose a tooth? Why did I lose a tooth?”

<All people lose their teeth, silly.>

“But I’m… it doesn’t, I’m—”

<And anyway, you haven’t LOST me. I’m still here!> chuckles the floating light. <I would never abandon my best friend. Never, never, never…>

“But it will be harder to chew on that side of my mouth now,” Warren protests, panicking.

<It doesn’t matter,> answers the light. <You’ll never be hungry again.>

“…I’m sorry?”

<Follow meeee!>

Warren watches with ever-growing worry as the floating light bobs into his bathroom and jumps excitedly around the mirror. Reluctantly, Warren gets up and follows.

“Look, I’m begging you, I really want to keep all my teeth!” Warren pleads. “Can’t you… can’t you just turn back into my tooth, and go back in? Can’t this stop? I don’t want it, I don’t need it, it… it just feels bad.”

The light lands on Warren’s bathroom sink and droops its wings sorrowfully. The storm of red lightning within it grows calmer.

<I… I could, I suppose,> it answers, slowly. <But… but then I’d just be a tooth again. Not your best friend anymore.>

Warren feels awkward putting the odd tooth-creature in this position. “I… I want to… look, if I go on this quest with you, will I get a new tooth?”

<Yes, YES!> the little ball replies, flitting its wings excitedly again. <As many replacement teeth as you’d ever, ever need!>

Warren’s will wavers for a moment. “Well, if you give me a moment to—”

<YAY!> it squeals joyously, flitting over to the full-length bathroom mirror and tapping the surface with a lacy wing. <I knew you’d do it!>

“Wait!” Warren shouts, panicking again. “I only—”

The mirror’s surface ripples for a moment, like a pool of quicksilver. Then, without warning, dozens of silvery tendrils shoot out and envelop Warren’s struggling form completely. He feels mirror-fluid invade his nostrils and ear canals, forcefully shoving open his eyelids and squeezing into the space between his eyeballs and eye sockets until he cannot stop himself from screaming and the liquid pours into his open mouth as well. In less than a second the mirror has reeled him in and flattened itself back into a normal state.

The little ball of light looks extremely pleased with itself.

[Bloody Bomb]

(Tooth Fairy, Varth? )

I looked around anxiously. Things were different. I could not feel myself, but I felt everything else. I felt many things, but mainly, I felt fear, trickery, and pain.

My tendrils of absolute nothingness stretched to hunt out the dreamers. They had to be guarded in case anything got out of hand. I still didn't understand why I felt responsible for protecting them. For an odd reason, I instinctively followed a certain set of roads I didn't know. I peered into a room and there he was. He was becoming overwhelmed by something. It seemingly attacked him. And then I knew I couldn't save him. I floated off, preparing for the worst. In the space in which nothing had time to happen, I fled completely.

(I think sgt_Angua is about to be into trouble. Angelia duo to the rescue?)

[kronosdragon]

(well, here goes)

KD stood in a forest, surrounded by tall sycamores. She instinctively reached up to touch her ears.

Great, another elf dream...Whoop-dee-doo...

She sat down on a rock, running her hands over the cool moss hanging from the tree branches above her.

Well this is just great. What am I supposed to do now?

She buried her hands in her forest-green dress, utterly bored.

Strange, I would have thought something interesting would have happened by now...

She got up and started walking through the trees. What little light filtered down through the canopy was silver moonlight, barely lighting the ground in front of her. She heard a slight rustle to her left, and instinctively reached for her belt, on which would normally have been a sword. But not this time. This time, she grabbed hold of a whip, even though she had no idea how to use it.

Wonderful. And what beast do I get to be eaten by this night, eh?

Something large and black emerged from the darkness. It glittered, as if it were covered in shards of obsidian. A huge black snake, twice as long as your average anaconda, slithered down the trunk of a tree and poked its head out toward KD. She stood, unafraid yet knowing the inevitable. She'd get swallowed up by a gigantic snake, wake up, and fall back to sleep again.

But not this night.

The black snake hissed, flicking its tongue out at her. In a strange, echoing voice, it said, "You are the young elven queen."

"Go figure," KD said, crossing her arms.

The snake lowered its head slightly in a bow.

"I am glad to have made your acquaintance. Come. I must show you something."

The snake slithered back up into the branches. KD sighed and followed, climbing up the huge sycamore and coming to rest as close to the top as the branches could hold her. She looked out at the hills of green, shining pale silver in the light of the full moon. The stars twinkled down at them from above.

"So what is it you wanted to show me?" KD asked the snake.

"Look yonder, to the west."

KD turned her head westward, a quick burst of wind rustling the leaves around her and forcing her hair out of her face. She could smell the woodsmoke before she could see it. Several plumes of light smoke were rising from the forest, far to the west.

"What do I have to do?" KD asked.

[leapoffaith]

LOF wass muscle bound and sporting a fluffy mustache. Beautiful women were all around him. mustachemustachemustache.
Like a dream come true...
I need some Gelato.
He leapt into the air and flew to get some gelato somewhere. He would find gelato if it was the last thing he did.

[Inretrospect]

Inretrospect is running. He's in a dense forest and doesn't know how he got there. He's naked from the waist up, and his entire upper body is covered in blood. He doesn't know if it's his own or not. he can't feel anything. He suddenly stops and stares at his hands. His fingers are buff and are stained red. The fingernails are long and unnaturally sharp. Then He gets a craving. He suddenly needs... Food.

[ShadowDancer]

(Just a short post before I go to bed)

Shadow ran down the sidewalk, jumping over puddles and pushing people aside. She overslept again and was now racing down the street towards her bus stop. As she rounded the corner, she could see the large yellow vehicle approaching.

I'm gonna make it! she thought, running faster. Just then, she realized something. Dammit! I left my binder at home!

Shadow looked back towards her house, and then at the bus, then her house, and then the bus again. Without her binder, she wouldn't be able to do her work. But if she went back for it now, she wouldn't be able to get to school. She stood there, looking back and forth between the bus and the house, trying to decide what to do. Finally she decided that school was more important, and sprinted towards the vehicle. As she reached the stop, the bus closed its doors and zoomed down the street. Shadow stood there, watching as the bus turned the corner and left. She slowly sank to her knees and stared at the pavement.

I missed the bus... she thought. What am I going to do? What's my mom going to do? Fear welled up inside her at the thought of her mom finding out she overslept. She could see her standing in front of her, eyes filled with anger, ready to tear her to pieces. Shadow shook her head and stood up.

I am so screwed...

(I had a dream like that once. It didn't have a happy ending...)

[Big Boom]

Ok this is based on a nightmare I had not long ago actually. The beggining was just like I had remembered it.
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A cold sweat, umbearable heat was enveloping the room as he layed in his bed. Alex lethargically got out of his cacoon of blanket and bed sheets. Looking around he started to notice that the room he had remebered going to bed was slowly starting to change form. Chains and cracks on the wall started to creep around the house, or so it had seemed from his point of view. Pipes started to grow from the walls, extending towards him, almost as if he had been the prey of the rusty pipes and walls. He suddenly rushed to get dressed and see what really was going on.

The doors slammed open and close, ripping off the hinges and floating towards the force that had occured to it. Alex, now panicing he ran for the stairs, tiptoeing down each step with extreme anxiety. All of a sudden, the stairs turned down and made a seemingly endless slide that fell towards a pitch blackness. He screamed, but couldn't let out a noise, and maybe if he did it would only be sucked into the eternal blackness below him like a black hole. At that point he slid down into a hallway, the hallway that lead to the kitchen of the house he had once remembered.

Not knowing really what to do, he crept towards the ominous hallway and into the kitchen. It too had been transformed. The refrigerator door started to creak back and forth showing the rotten food that had been inside. Alex coughed, he couldnt breathe all of a sudden. Rushing for the water dispenser and poured a cup of clear and reflective water. But it wasn't water.

A foul and discomforting taste he felt from the "water" made him drop the glass and cough even more. At that point his cough was too much for him. He started to taste a metallic string like object from the depths of his throat. A string started to emit from his mouth. Alex was now in a confusing and unimaginably unpleasent state. His hands started to pull for the string. He pulled and pulled, expelling more of the string from his mouth. The black string seemed endless.

Suddenly at the end of the string, he could feel it, was a round-like object, it scratched the linings of his gum and blood poured down to the ground, making a pool of dark scarlet. The black string, now floating in the puddle started to sliver away like in a snake like pattern and made its way down the hallway.

Alex fell down to his knees, still coughing.

[Inretrospect]

IR had been walking for several minutes, and his hunger was growing with every step. He ran as fast as he could through the dark forest, on and on and on. He came to a stop, because he saw some lights ahead. He emerged from the forest into a busy street. He didn't feel at all embarrassed, being surrounded by people while he wasn't fully clothed, which was odd, because he was normally a very shy person. The people didn't seem to notice him, despite the fact that he was caked in blood, and was half naked. They all had blank looks on their faces. He walked down the street, looking for a nearby restaurant, or even a fast food place. The people who were in his way got shoved away, with suprising ease.
At last, he had found a burger king at the streets end. He tore through the doors, and stole a Big mac from a nearby table. He ate the whole thing in a single bite, but it did little to ease his rumbling belly. The people at this table, he had just noticed, were not as emotionless as the ones outside. " What the hell was that" the man at the table screamed at him. IR was normally a very patient and calm person, but finding yourself in the middle of the forest half clothed and feeling practically starved had incredibly negative effects on his behavior. IR snarled at the man and wacked him in the side of the head with his hand. The man went flying... through the wall and out into the street... He stared at his hands in wonderment, before he fled the restaurant quickly, not wanting to have a run in with the cops.

[Varthonai]

For what feels like an eternity, Warren is enveloped in crushing tangible blackness, like he’s at the very bottom of the ocean. There’s no light, but the force of the mirror squeezes him until he is sure he will explode, pop open like an overripe tomato and coat everything in chunky human salsa…

Then, suddenly, the mirror releases Warren, spits him out like a watermelon seed and sends him crashing over an electric stove which, fortunately, is not turned on.

“Wh—Alex?” Warren sputters, noticing the coughing dreamer on the kitchen floor. “Dude? You ok there?”

<He’s in trouble!> says a familiar voice. <We need to help him before it’s too late!>

“What?” Warren says, looking around frantically. “Where did you—”

<I’m invisible now! Yaaaaaay!>

“Dammit, Red Navi Fairy Person, this isn’t a game, it’s—”

A black string suddenly curls around Warren’s neck and yanks him downward, smashing his face against the cold kitchen floor. Reflexively, with absolutely no idea what he’s doing, Warren grabs the string with both hands and pulls. The string ignites, blazes for a moment, and goes up in a puff of smoke and embers.

<We did it! We saved Alex!>

Warren’s perplexed, but happy enough. He smiles and says, “Yeah, ha-ha, I guess we did at that… hahaHAGHK”

Then Warren chokes a little, feeling the uncomfortable feeling that he had felt earlier—he gags, rears back, and spits out three more teeth.

“Wha—what the F*CK is THIS?!” Warren roars.

<I think they got knocked loose when you hit the floor.>

“Oh, Jesus…” Warren whines, “Dammit, this isn’t… this isn’t…”

Alex looks at Warren nervously. “Warren?” he asks, slowly. “Who are you talking to?”

[Mattbot]

(assuming this is dreamtime)

A stern voice echoed from the front of the helicopter "We're landing sir, grab your gear and get out"
Matt sat up straight and lifted his shades up in order to examine the closing distance from the chopper to the ground, He took another puff from his worn pipe and picked up his bag.

The helicopter landed in the courtyard of the small military encampment located on the shore of a tropical plateau without a hitch and Matt took a step off the transport scanning what was before him.
A cluster of tents, military vehicles and makeshift offices filled to the brim with medical supplies and weapons of all shapes and sizes. Armoured men sprant form one to the other as innocent bystanders stood further offshore examing the base. Matt withdrew his pipe as an armored car power slid by his side, a young and reckless driver calling to him "Its an honor to meet you Detective, please take a seat"

The Armored vehicle came to a stop a few miles into the jungle landing straight on the doorstep of another camp which dwarfed the one on shore, Matt hopped out from the back of the vehicle and instinctively walked up to a large hut which appeared to have been modified into a command deck. At the entrance stood an old yet well built man covered in medals and scars from a long military based past.

"You're looking good, Matt" He said shaking Matt’s hand

"It's been a long time, General"

"Come on inside" The old veteren spoke as he guided Matt into the command center.

The General sat behind his desk and prepared a document full of maps and mission details. Matt had lifted up his shades and pocketed his pipe now firmly concentrating on the files before him.

"18 hours ago, Mrs. Putnam drake the second was discovered in her flower garden burned to her green house by some mysterious force, we believe that what caused her body to fuse with the wall was the tablet of Argos which recently vanished from cheeseburg museum, whoever took this artifact must be connected to the murder we need you to track down the whereabouts of this tablet and apprehend" The General smirked to himself "those responsible for taking the item."

"I'm not some god damn archeologist, why not use the regular detective branch?"

[Wadling]

Wadling was sitting at a wooden table, in a makeshift military camp. He took a quick sip from a bottle of non-alcoholic beer to try to combat the stifling heat and humidity in the hut. He slapped his neck, disposing of a pesky mosquito that was drawn to his direction by the buzzing lamp in front of him. He looked up to see Mattbot stride confidently into the room.

"So why do you need me, why not use the regular detective branch?" Mattbot asked.

"'Cuz some damn fool accused you of being the best!" Wadling said in as gruff a voice as possible.

Mattbot stopped, and turned his head ever so slowly around to face him. Wadling stood up and chuckled to himself while the General looked on.

"Wadling!" Mattbot called in greeting "You sunuva bitch!"

The two raised their right hands and slammed them together, causing a snap sound like no other. They stared each other in the face, neither of them wanting to lose the arm wrestling match they had subconsciously entered. Wadling's arm started to give way ever so slightly, which Mattbot picked up on instantly.

"What's the matter?" Mattbot asked, smiling and looking back and forth from Wadling to the combating arms "Mod-squad got you pushing too many pencils? Huh? Had enough?"

"Make it easy on yourself Matt" Wadling chuckled, trying not to show that he was losing. This display of over-the-top manly competition went on for another couple of minutes, before Wadling finally gave in, laughing. "Okay, okay, okay you win."

"So you really did learn how to quit eh?" Mattbot laughed

"It's damn good to see ya Matt."

"What is this freakin' tie business man?" Mattbot asked, raising an eyebrow at Wadling's tie, and swilling a glass of wine that had appeared from nowhere.

"Forget about the tie" Wadling said, and lead Mattbot over to the briefing files to prepare for the mission.

[Bloody Bomb]

Demonic smiles as he breathes in the clear warm air. He was having another one of those dreams. Demonic runs down towards the next part of the roof top and gives an abrupt leap, clearing the space between the two houses easily. Demonic does a quick roll when he lands, then recovers. He stops and looks up into the sky. Something is wrong, the sky was dark and swirling around, like a tornado, yet the air was warm, and there wasn't a breeze. Demonic looks behind him, thinking something is there, nothing.

Demonic continues his run, this time the next roof top was taller then the one he is on right now. Demonic jumps and reaches for the roof top, he pulls himself easily. He looks behind him again, this time, the roof he was on seconds ago, was collapsing. He feels the one he is on start to collapse as well. Demonic runs and makes the jump again, he lands it and watches as the town starts to crash and tumble. Demonic gasps and continues his run.

(Ahhem. This is to all players. There is really only one Initial Dreamer, and you'll get your turn. But it's sgt_Angua's turn to play as the Initial Dreamer, so please do not rebuild the dream in your post.)

[Wadling]

(Ahhem. This is to all players. There is really only one Initial Dreamer, and you'll get your turn. But it's sgt_Angua's turn to play as the Initial Dreamer, so please do not rebuild the dream in your post.)

(I can't speak for anyone else, but me and Mattbot have planned for our dream to take place near Angua, we'll travel there in the next post.)

[Bloody Bomb]

(I can't speak for anyone else, but me and Mattbot have planned for our dream to take place near Angua, we'll travel there in the next post.)

(Ah. Just as long as it ultimately is reined in by the main setting, which is in sgt_Angua's post.)

(Oh, and I need Username to start posting.)

[ShadowDancer]

Could this day get any worse? Shadow thought as she walked down the sidewalk. Just then, she felt a drop of rain on her head, and then another. She looked up as the large grey clouds soaked her in water. Shadow sighed and kept walking. Her mom wouldn't be home for a few more hours, so she had to think of a good excuse. It took her a while to notice that the rain had stopped falling on her. She looked up and saw the interior of a large pink umbrella.

"Want to play with me?" said a voice from behind her. Shadow turned to see a young girl with strange clothes and spiky blue hair holding the umbrella. She wore a dark purple dress that went down to her knees. Her stockings were covered in purple and pink stripes. Around her neck was a crimson silk ribbon. In her other hand was a large lollipop.

"Who are you?" Shadow asked, puzzled. The girl laughed, let go of the umbrella and grabbed Shadow's arm. She then dragged her down the street with the umbrella following them. Weird girls and floating umbrellas? What the hell is going on?

"Where are we going?" Shadow asked, trying to free herself from the girl's strong grip.

"You'll see..." she teased, leading Shadow down a street she didn't recognize. They walked for a few more minutes and stopped in front of a large building. Shadow tried to look inside through the windows, but saw nothing but darkness. The girl giggled and opened the door.

[Inretrospect]

IR sat down to rest in the dark alleyway. He had no idea where he was, and he was still STARVING. He had "borrowed" a shirt and sweater from a nearby apparel store, but that wasn't his main concern, food was. IR was so lost in his thoughts, he didn't notice the small, blue light speck that was approaching him...

"HELLO!"

IR jumped up from the ground, and looked around.

"I would've asked who had said that, had you not been the only thing around little speck. Can you tell me what I'm doing here and why my body is covered in blood?" IR said.

"WHY DO YOU ASSUME I KNOW THE ANSWERS TO THOSE QUESTIONS?"

"Little balls of talking light usually do, and that's exactly what you are" IR answered.

"YES,I DO KNOW THE ANSWERS TO YOUR QUESTIONS, BUT THEY CANNOT BE ANSWERED HERE, YOU MUST COME WITH ME."

IR reviewed his options: He could stay here, and starve, and... besides eating his own limbs, there was nothing he could do.

"Alright, I'll follow you, but at least tell me your name"

"MY NAME IS CHATBOT ()" and the blue speck headed and down the alley, leaving IR in a shocked silence...

[Big Boom]

Alex finally getting up, noticing that the blood that had spilled from his mouth was on his hands and pants, saw Warren muttering to himself. Gazing directly into his hands, as if the something in his hand were a curse. Alex moved closer to Warren, now looking into Warren's hand. He saw three newly lost teeth.

"Whats the problem? They are only teeth." Alex asked, not really knowing what was about to happen.

"No, you don't understand, there are more of them," Warren murmured to himself in an utter hate and disgust. Alex looked up at Warren's shocked face, pale, almost completely drained of any life or hope.

At that exact moment the teeth in Warren's hands started to make a cloud of white and red. Each small cloud started to get smaller and smaller until each turned into something undescribable. Each had its own aura of light sourrounding each creature, green, blue, and yellow. Almost like the primary colors Alex now noticed. Suddenly, another one of the creatures came, but it had a red colored aura.

<Yippee! More friends to play with!> The creatures started to twirl in a circle. Alex bewildered looked at Warren, his face was in utter horror. Looking at him more he started to see him get more pale, his hair turn an akwardly red.

"Warren, your hair....its turning red.?" Alex stated questionally. Warren grasped for his hair and moved to a reflective glass. It was true, Warren looked at Alex in dispair.

"They are doing this to me, aren't they?" Warren asked, as if Alex knew the answer.

"They look harmless, aren't they?" Alex responded.

"Far from that," Warren retorted and turned towards the creatures.

<Follow us!> said the creatures eeriely at the same exact time. The auras of light disappeared into the hallway, leaving Alex to follow into the open corridor. Warren behind him. They saw the lights go into the endless foreboding, darkness, slowly the illuminating light faded, the laughter stopped as they stared into the black hole of a path.

Then, slowly lights started to flicker on and off, revealing an endless hallway with hundreds of doors. The lights illuminated the hallway barely. Just enough to get through.

[demonickilla]

(Alright, Alright. I'll make my dream better.)

Demonic smiled as the wind ruffled under his hat and into his brown hair. He jumped and landed onto the next roof top, he completed this jump with a roll, he recovered and jumped to the next roof top, barely making the jump, and narrowly missing a fatal fall. Yet Demonic kept running. He kept running until something stopped him.

He didn't know why, but he stared into a large crowd of people, for some reason, it was important, he didn't know why, but it just was. Demonic caught his breath and sat down onto the edge of the roof top.

He stared into the crowd and wondered what he should do, was it just one of those feelings, or was it really important. Demonic let the scene unfold before his eyes.

[Varthonai]

<All right, everyone,> says the creature that Warren has mentally dubbed Red Navi. <We’re here.>

“Where’s ‘here’?” asks Warren.

<The end of the quest,> says Red Navi. <Only Warren can proceed. Goodbye, Alex.>

A door opens spontaneously, and a rushing wind sucks Alex screaming from the hallway and into a cold, dark void.

“Hey!” Warren shouts. “What the hell did you just do that for?!”

<We sent him away,> one of the other Navi-lookalikes says. <Don’t worry, you’ll see him again soon.>

“No! That’s it! This is all over!” Warren roars. “I’m not going anywhere with you!”

He turns around and runs back down the hallway.

<Warren, stop!> Red Navi calls, pleadingly. <Stop! Don’t—>

The voice grows distant for a moment, but then grows loud again.

<why, why… why? Why? WHY would you run from your friends? WHY WOULD YOU TURN. WHY WOULD YOU BETRAY US, WHY WOULD YOU RUN AWAY FROM US YOU PATHETIC LITTLE BASTARD TELL US WHY>

The noise penetrates into Warren’s skull, makes it vibrate until he collapses and writhes on the ground in agony. Blackness creeps into the corners of his vision, and he passes out a few minutes later.

***

He wakes up in bed with a rather odd feeling. He has a salty-iron taste in his throat, for starters, and there’s something small, hard, and pointy stuck uncomfortably between two of his teeth. When he reaches inside to remove the irritant, his finger snags on it painfully and blood wells up from the puncture wound, filling his mouth with a disgusting tang. He cries out, and in doing so he accidentally pulls his head back from his hand. The tip of his finger tears messily open, a gash so deep he can see down to the bone.

He runs into the bathroom to find gauze and disinfectant, but as he passes the mirror he realizes that there is no longer any point. The face that gazes back at him is not the one he remembers. It is vaguely similar, but it is dead, corpse-pale, with dark sunken-in eyes… his hair is red at the roots now, somehow, and when he reaches up to stroke his few remaining brown hairs they come out in his hands, falling out in huge tufts at the slightest touch. He looks at his mouth, now; it is bloody, as he had thought, and what he had thought was something stuck between two teeth is actually a pearlescent hook sprouting up from the hole where one of his several lost teeth used to be. A shred of his wounded finger still clings to it, and he doesn’t dare try to pry it loose now.

He also notices that about half a dozen more toothless holes have appeared in his gums.

It is at about this time that he realizes he can’t recall his own name. He does not panic at this—panicking will get him nowhere. He focuses hard and calls up all the things he does remember… most of it is miscellaneous information from his recent Internet research, but you’ve got to start somewhere.

Navi (ナビィ Nabi?) (voice actress: Kaori Mizuhashi) is a fairy who is Link's "sidekick" throughout the game. She is instructed by the Great Deku Tree in Kokiri Forest to assist Link in his quest to stop Ganondorf. All Kokiri have companion fairies, but because Link is actually a Hylian, he never received one until Navi joins him near the beginning of the events in Ocarina of Time.

In gameplay, Navi functions primarily as a guide that points out clues in the environment and helps the player learn the controls and advance in the game. Most of her hints are about how to progress in the story or defeat enemies. She can also be used to lock on enemies in the game, items and other characters. She is one of the few characters with any voice-acting in the series, and the only character who (aside from Link in The Wind Waker) actually uses English words, such as "Hey", "Look", "Listen", "Watch out" and "Hello". Her habit of doing this constantly have made her one of the most hated characters in the series among gamers.

He breathes in. The Navis, they're the problem here… have they taken his name from him? Is that it?

The Rape-aXe is a latex sheath embedded with shafts of sharp, inward-facing barbs that would be worn by a woman in her vagina like a tampon. If an attacker were to attempt vaginal rape, his penis would enter the latex sheath and be snagged by the barbs, causing the attacker excruciating pain during withdrawal and (ideally) giving the victim time to escape. The condom would remain attached to the attacker's body when he withdrew and could only be removed surgically[citation needed], which would alert hospital staff and police.

He shivers. The hook that has grown up in place of his old tooth, he suddenly realizes, is not meant to cut or sever things. No, no, that would be far too clean, far too easy… the hook is meant to hold things, hold them while unspeakable things are done to those whom they ensnare, hold them so that the only escape is a horrible mutilation and ripping of the flesh.

<We DID promise you new teeth,> says Red Navi, drifting across the mirror’s surface but not visible in the room itself. <The others should grow in soon enough.>

His only response is a grimace.

<You’ll know your new name soon,> says Red Navi.

“You lied,” he says. “You said you were going to make all my favorite dreams come true.”

<I said all your BEST dreams, silly,> says Red Navi, <and that’s a matter of perspective.>

“What’s happening to me?”

<You’re finding it increasingly difficult to mask what an ugly bastard you are at heart, that’s what,> Red Navi laughs. <But don’t worry. We’re making you a new mask, free of charge. A mask that’s been worn by countless troubled monsters like yourself…>

The other Navis flit in behind their red leader. Again, they do not appear on his side of the mirror—only in the reflection. They dive at his hair and seem almost to swim through it, churning the decaying red-brown curls and dissolving themselves into it until it is multicolored, frizzled, and frighteningly ridiculous. Red Navi separates into red and white components, then spreads itself out and plasters itself over every square inch of his skin, feeling disgustingly like wet greasepaint. He sputters uncomfortably. Blood drools over his lips and stains them horribly red. One last memory passes through his mind before his sense of self becomes lost forever:

Coulrophobia is abnormal or exaggerated fear of clowns. The term is common, but it does not appear to be used in psychology.[1] It is common among children, but is also sometimes found in teenagers and adults as well.[citation needed] Sufferers sometimes acquire a fear of clowns after having a bad experience with one personally. Coulrophobia can also be said to extend to a fear of covering up one's face with paint—the idea of hiding recognisable features under a layer of facepaint can also unsettle coulrophobia sufferers.[1] Symptoms of coulrophobia can be shortness of breath, rapid breathing, irregular heartbeat, sweating, nausea.[2]

[Inretrospect]

IR hurried to catch up to chatbot for the third time. The thing could move fast for a little speck of light. His stomach was killing him, begging for food. But it didn't feel like a normal craving...

"Hey, chatbot, can we get a bite to eat?" IR asked, hoping that the speck would know how to satisfy his hunger.

"THERE WILL BE PLENTY TO EAT SOON ENOUGH" Chatbot said. The chatbots tone of voice was pretty flat, but the use of the words seemed somehow... ominous. He would've asked what chatbot had meant, but they had apparently arrived at their destination, a tall, deserted looking building. The doors lay wide open, and all of the windows were broken, excluding those on the first floor. Chatbot was hovering at the entrance of the building. IR walked in... and the doors shut behind him.

"I AM SURPRISED YOU WERE ABLE TO RESIST PHASE ONE OF THE TRANSFORMATION, BUT I GUARANTEE THAT YOU WILL LOSE ALL TRACES OF HUMANITY AFTER THIS RUN" The speck says, flying to the front of his face. The light starts to get brighter, and IR has to shut his eyes.

"Wait what? What the hell is going on? Get the hell away from me!" IR trys to back up to the door, but feels a pair of hands grab him from behind and force him to the floor.
"What do you want with me!!!"IR yells while struggling to get free. But he's getting weaker, and hungrier...

"YOU MUST FIND THEM, AND YOU MUST KILL THEM. AND THEN IF YOU WISH, YOU MAY EAT THEM. FIND THEM, STOP THEM AT ALL COSTS, THEY ARE THE ONES YOU MUST EAT. WE ARE GIVING YOU THE TOOLS YOU NEED TO KILL THEM"

"Who..." Is all IR can manage before he loses all feeling.

"YOU WILL SEE..."

[shadow_strike]

(Is it too late to join?)

[Big Boom]

They walked down the hallway, Alex's heart was racing, he had never been this paranoid and scared in his life. It was an uncomfortable, almost spectral feeling, like an entity was in the wallls watching. A noise, the noise of the Navis were heard. The flickering continued, but it had sped up. Cracks started to show on the walls just like when Alex had woke up. He felt a deep sinking feeling in heart. Warren answered incomprehensibly, and Alex really didn't care. He was to traumitized to even think straight.

Alex stood with Warren in the hallway, trying to listen to everything that he was saying. He started to feel the stings of his scratches on his body, not paying attention to the unbearably shocking news that the Navis were saying to Warren. As Alex's mind relaxed he heard Warren scream in confusion. The dozing off abruptly stopped, a random door in the back of Alex opened up. Alex could feel a strange breeze start to blow on him, harder and harder until he was blown into a eternal dark void.

At that point he looked at the doorway, getting smaller and smaller, more and more out of sight. He could see it start to close, and the last thing that he could hear were the defensive screams of Warren yelling at the Navis.

***

Alex finally woke up. He didn't recognize the small room that he was in. Now observing the wall he saw inscriptions and drawings that really seemed not to means anything at all. In a writing or language that was completely perplexing and not understandable. Alex tried to get up, but he couldn't. It was only now that he could feel the straight jacket that was restricting his any movements.

"HELP!" yelled Alex, of course not to be heard at all, the noise echoed in the sound chamber of a room and slowly was consumed by the walls. Again he yelped for help but it was hopeless. No one could hear him, no one would ever hear him.

Alex sighed melancholicly and thumped his head against the wall. Only to be welcomed by a sharp pain in the back of his head. He slid around to see blood smeared over the spot that Alex had put his head. It was now starting to slide down the wall and to the ground.

"Dammit, where am I?!" Alex muttered to himself hopelessly. He must have hit the ground or something to make a gash in his head like that. The light overhead started to flicker and suddenly it shut off.

It was dark, and ominous cloud of black consumed the room. Nothing could be heard, nothing could be seen or smelled. Alex closed his eyes, hoping that when he would open his eyes everything would be finally over with, gone.

His eyes opened, everything was still black, but in the distance he could now hear something, a non-familiar voice for all he knew. Could it be help? A savior from the torment that was occuring. There suddenly was a scratch, some shuffles. Alex pressed himself against the wall, ignoring the sharp pain that was covering his body.

A illuminating faded green light was now seen. It was one of the Navis, one of the "new" Navis Alex assumed. It was humming something, a jingle that he had remembered, or at least seemed somewhat familiar. Then it hit him, it was the eerie little song that he heard in each of his nightmares.

"Stop!" Alex screamed at the mocking Navi.

<Stop!> mocked the Navi, <You are pathetic do you know that?> It came as close as possible to Alex's face. It shined a florescent green.

<Asphyxia, the condition in which the body is deprived of oxygen, such as choking. But the apple doesn't fall far from the tree does it Alex?> All of a sudden, his strait jacket dissapeared, and he was put into a familiar sourrounding. It was his old room, he was standing in it, it felt so real. All of a sudden he heard fighting outside his bedroom, his mother scream and fall to the floor. And then he could hear the slight sound of footsteps moving towards his room. The door slammed open, and there stood his father, covered in blood. In a blink of an eye Alex could feel his fathers hand clamp around his neck, slamming his head into the ground. Now he remembered what had happened. Alex's eyes slowly shut as he felt himself being deprived of life.

At that point Alex flashed back to reality. The green Navi came out of Alex's mind, and floated by his face. <He thought you were dead, but like most roaches he underestimated you. We wont make that mistake again.>

He felt his throat getting tense. Alex couldn't let his emotions take over.

"Were is Warren?!" Alex yelled questionally at the neon green Navi, trying to change the subject. It floated away from Alex. Then turned around, and paused.

<He was dealt with already, but dont change the subject, at this point he is an irrelivant person to you. Good bye for now.> slowly said the Navi growing softer in voice. It laughed one last time and disappeared into the wall.

Silence.

[Mattbot]

“I heard about that job you pulled of in Berlin. Very nice, Matt” His old friend spoke as he directed him back to the Briefing table.

“Good old days” Matt replied merrily

“Yeah, like the good old days. Then how come you passed on Libya?” Wadling shot back looking back at his friend.

“That wasn‘t my style.”

“You got no style, Matt. you know that.”

Matt lit his pipe once more and glared back at Wadling questionably.

“Come on. why’d you pass?” Wad continued as he leant on the briefing table waiting upon an answer.

Removing his pipe and blowing a perfect ring of smoke into the hot air “We‘re detectives, not assassins.”

Wadling raised his eyebrows casually and glanced over at the General who was bemused at the sudden appearance of a cybernetic attachment now replacing Matt’s arm.

“Now, Where shall I start Sir?” Matt said scanning through the files on the desk.

“We‘ve recently gained a tip on where the thieves may have taken the tablet, It‘s a little bit of a flight”

“Matt, the tablets been taken to generic grey city, The ruffians responsible for its capture are well armed and dangerous.” Wadling shot interrupting the Generals worries.

“We need the best. That’s why you‘re here.”

“Go on.” beckoned Matt as he stroked his chin in concentration.

“Simple setup - one day operation. We pick up their position at the coincidence motel, Grab those scoundrels, secure the tablet and bounce back across the border without anyone knowing we were there”

“What do you mean “We”?” Matt responded squinting at the sweaty duck master from the north.

“I‘m going with you, Matt.”

The ground beneath the com center began to tremble as if a herd of elephants was passing by the camp, The fans lining the walls and ceilings began to wobble and collapse in on themselves, Men began scrambling for cover and the mosquitoes which up to this point had pestered those in the base suddenly fled the building as Matt Proceeded to yell:

“YEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!”

The promise of a team up with his old friend was more than enough to seal the deal for this mission.

Wadling folded his arms in satisfaction at Matt’s response and began heading for the chopper that had suddenly faded into reality outside the camp. The two boarded the chopper now in full battle detective gear and sped across the surrounding ocean towards generic grey city.

[Big Boom]

(This is off topic, but If some of the people that joined but didn't write anything yet, don't start soon it will be a little random for their characters to just appear. Also, all the characters are entwining already, so it will be hard to join soon.)