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She remembers trying to blow a wall open, get out of there, kill that worthless piece of gorilla. She remembers Kairos crossing so many lines. The scream that broke the silence, the scream he let out before his own 'face' was erased in the same manner, will forever be etched in your memories.įran bolts wide awake, nearly getting incinerated by a bolt of lightning that just struck next to her. You were only a presence in this ruined land, and it felt you. You had no legs to move with, no arms to defend yourself with. How could it stare you down, when we had established there wasn't a 'you' in the first place? There was just silence, silence as the figure seemed to stare you down. The laughter at the beginning of the transformation didn't go on ad infinitum, as with the sullen person before him. On it, in a childish manner, a primitively drawn face stares back at you. The only thing on him that isn't black, is the mask that hides his face. You aren't sure how you were even able to notice that, given how his ensemble is entirely black, mostly blending in with the darkness behind him. On the contrary, the man before you is a bit round. The figure that appears happens to look much like its red counterpart, except it isn't as thin. The sort that tells you the figure that appears is at peace with whatever may happen to it. Like with its counterpart, you hear a sound coming from it as the whole sequence repeats. You aren't sure if you want to think about what the implications could be if it isn't.īefore you can even entertain those thoughts, the point of vision switches again, now focusing on the other joker card, the black version. You aren't sure if it's just his death throes reverberating in that void. What unnerves you the most is how the sobbing goes on for a split moment after it.

It isn't a beheading, it isn't even a clean erasure, as there are still bits of his decidedly red hair at the upper edges. Erased like a doodle on paper, by some unsatisfied artist. Another part of you that recently changed her name and is unknowingly sharing this dream with you, albeit in a different timeframe, wonders when will it gorillaing stop.īoth parts are caught off guard when, at the end of this crescendo of misery, his face is erased. A part of you wonders what he could be sad over. The sobbing continues, rising in pitch and volume. There is an odd blur effect over it, preventing you from getting any detailed look. He is facing you head on, shaking and convulsing, sobbing and whimpering, yet you cannot discern his face. You are perfectly sure of one thing, though. You are unsure if his hair is red as well, or if that's just your vision blurring. He wears a strange red outfit, one whose specific design you can't discern. Like some twisted take on a medieval elf. Sobbing as the figure itself begins to transform into a slightly different looking entity. Just sobbing, sobbing as the card's edges disappear, leaving only the figure within the darkness. Contrary to the caricature drawn on it, you hear a much different sound emanating from it. The field of view shifts to the left one, the one with red text and stars in corners. Both of their faces are mocking, their grins as if personally directed at you. They contract, until they morph into two actual objects, two playing cards.īoth of them are jokers. They begin to contract, revealing an all-consuming darkness in the background, one darker than the black paint. Instead, the two colours each take a side, red on the left, black on the right.

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It is just a continuous movie rolling in your mind, one you can't turn away from. If you strain your ears, you can even hear the sound of waves splashing. The swinging, circling, roaring of the bicoloured maelstrom goes on for a while. The intense flickering about of that whirlpool, consuming your entire vision. The sound of paint swirling around paint.

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