This thread contains suicidal references and generally dark descriptions.
@Princess Luna || AUGUST 13, Y110 || Dreamworld
He's having that dream again. Or nightmare, however you'd call it.
Basil knows full well that he's dreaming, but it doesn't do anything to reduce the sheer stress of the situation. There's nothing he can really do as SOMETHING toys with him, no matter how hard he begs for the dream to change or stop.
He's swaying from the noose, the flaxen cords straining unforgivably against his neck. His hands are at the loop, clawing in a desperate attempt to allow air back into his needy lungs. His chest is burning, but his mind has no plans of shutting down, even as he draws blood from his flesh. Black blood. Black blood that stares at him as it creeps down his helpless body.
It drops into the grass. Slowly, at first, but soon enough it's pouring out of him in cascades-- far too much for his form to hold, but it happens anyway. It's pouring so much, and Basil can see a pitch-black ocean slowly rise beneath him. Sunny's there too, in the distance, watching. Basil wants to scream. He wants to beg and plead for his friend to rescue him, but his body couldn't manage. It's just a weak, desperate choking sound vibrating from the back of his throat.
The void reaches high enough to cover Basil's feet.
The burning agony is indescribable.