[ it's rare for someone like six to sleep peacefully.
when night falls, what's more than likely to happen is that he is plagued by dreams, and they're never the kind that's easy to forget. they are rarely visual, but tactile, a nasty combination brought together by what belongs in the past and how much worse his subconscious likes to make them appear. they become more vicious when he's exhausted, when he's tired enough to let his guard down, because they're relentless then, more persistent.
tonight feels a little bit different. it's the usual, and then it's something else. he's in the middle of a busy street, but it's nothing like the kind he's familiar with in the skydom. there are structures he'd never seen before, vehicles he isn't even aware existed. it would have been perfect if a chill didn't just go down his spine right now.
that's when the voices kick in. reminding him over, and over, and over again what he did. what he is—
he wakes up.
he jolts upright, and almost immediately, realizes he's half-submerged in cold waters. all the visual cues he's currently getting tell him that he is no longer in his quarters on the grandcypher, but... a bathroom? looking down confirms it: he's in a bathtub, completely wet from head to toe.
OPTION A.
normally this kind of rude awakening would only bring more confusion, but something tells him there's no way out even before the question comes to life in his mind. he pulls himself out of the tub, practically looking like a wet dog as he attempts to leave.
only to come face to face with this house's only occupant.
you're probably staring at him. or maybe you're just wondering what the heck he's doing here.
or maybe you want to know why he took a bath with his clothes on and a mask? (weirdo.) ]
... What?
[ he's never been the type to be eloquent. ]
OPTION B.
[ once he's made it out of the bathroom, he wreaks havoc on the floors by dragging his wet self all over the place. it's as if something has possessed him to check every nook and cranny of this house, searching for something, anything. if this is some sort of trick, he's sure to find it.
but the more he looks, the more it becomes clear this is as real as it gets. the water all over the floor, all over the things he's touched, the furniture he may have passed by— that's all real too.
if you happen to catch him in the act, his ears will droop slightly as he mumbles out a sheepish apology. ]
I'll clean up after myself.
[ after he figures out what's going on, that is. ]
▶ ii. pumpkin overflow
[ after his living arrangements have been squared away, six immediately stalks out of the place to gather compile a mental map of the place for himself. sometimes the only way to shake out the paranoia is to familiarize yourself with something, so that's what he'll do.
it's hard to break him out of old survivalist habits.
and as it turns out, he's in the right to be paranoid! it doesn't take long for hairs on the back of his neck to stand on end because it's starting to feel like something, someone (or many someone's, in this case), is always watching.
he doesn't suspect the pumpkins at first, even if there are an abnormal amount surrounding the area he's in right now. ]
Did you want something?
[ surely that's the case for someone to be watching him so intently, right? ]
▶ iii. heart game: confession
[ he's kind of a kill joy, so— ]
Is it not the same as any other day? What is there to celebrate?
▶ iv. wildcard me, baby
( ooc. let me know if you need something specific from me! i'm happy to write custom starters. pls feel free to pm me! ♥ )
six ( granblue fantasy. )
[ it's rare for someone like six to sleep peacefully.
when night falls, what's more than likely to happen is that he is plagued by dreams, and they're never the kind that's easy to forget. they are rarely visual, but tactile, a nasty combination brought together by what belongs in the past and how much worse his subconscious likes to make them appear. they become more vicious when he's exhausted, when he's tired enough to let his guard down, because they're relentless then, more persistent.
tonight feels a little bit different. it's the usual, and then it's something else. he's in the middle of a busy street, but it's nothing like the kind he's familiar with in the skydom. there are structures he'd never seen before, vehicles he isn't even aware existed. it would have been perfect if a chill didn't just go down his spine right now.
that's when the voices kick in. reminding him over, and over, and over again what he did. what he is—
he wakes up.
he jolts upright, and almost immediately, realizes he's half-submerged in cold waters. all the visual cues he's currently getting tell him that he is no longer in his quarters on the grandcypher, but... a bathroom? looking down confirms it: he's in a bathtub, completely wet from head to toe.
OPTION A.
normally this kind of rude awakening would only bring more confusion, but something tells him there's no way out even before the question comes to life in his mind. he pulls himself out of the tub, practically looking like a wet dog as he attempts to leave.
only to come face to face with this house's only occupant.
you're probably staring at him. or maybe you're just wondering what the heck he's doing here.
or maybe you want to know why he took a bath with his clothes on and a mask? (weirdo.) ]
... What?
[ he's never been the type to be eloquent. ]
OPTION B.
[ once he's made it out of the bathroom, he wreaks havoc on the floors by dragging his wet self all over the place. it's as if something has possessed him to check every nook and cranny of this house, searching for something, anything. if this is some sort of trick, he's sure to find it.
but the more he looks, the more it becomes clear this is as real as it gets. the water all over the floor, all over the things he's touched, the furniture he may have passed by— that's all real too.
if you happen to catch him in the act, his ears will droop slightly as he mumbles out a sheepish apology. ]
I'll clean up after myself.
[ after he figures out what's going on, that is. ]
▶ ii. pumpkin overflow
[ after his living arrangements have been squared away, six immediately stalks out of the place to gather compile a mental map of the place for himself. sometimes the only way to shake out the paranoia is to familiarize yourself with something, so that's what he'll do.
it's hard to break him out of old survivalist habits.
and as it turns out, he's in the right to be paranoid! it doesn't take long for hairs on the back of his neck to stand on end because it's starting to feel like something, someone (or many someone's, in this case), is always watching.
he doesn't suspect the pumpkins at first, even if there are an abnormal amount surrounding the area he's in right now. ]
Did you want something?
[ surely that's the case for someone to be watching him so intently, right? ]
▶ iii. heart game: confession
[ he's kind of a kill joy, so— ]
Is it not the same as any other day?
What is there to celebrate?
▶ iv. wildcard me, baby
( ooc. let me know if you need something specific from me! i'm happy to write custom starters. pls feel free to pm me! ♥ )