The Black Fog

[sealedwithlies]

WHO: Dysmas and everyone involved with the 'Nightmare Fog'
WHERE: The City of Birchpointe
WHEN: Twilight
OPEN/CLOSED: Open
PROSE OR BRACKETS: Brackets
WARNINGS: Worst Nightmares, Violence, and Trauma



[Nightmares.

Shadows.

Darkness.

This is what every single individual alive had in this world. It is what starts hate, violence, wars. Some believe that is the key to conquer. To become victorious you must bring out the worse for those who think they are above it. That is of course what the fairy of Tamatobriga, a Celtic region of the world which known within their forest lies the dark fairies, and their leader, King Dysmas believed to be so true.

As the light from the city faded more and more, the clouds capturing the sunlight. And so did the shadows travel down from the streets to the top of skyscrapers. Then from the shadows emerged King Dysmas who only lifted a foot onto the pavement of a roof on the tallest building in town. His intricate coat and long translucent wings that only magically seemed to glitter although light was bare. One could only fear the power he held.

Dysmas lifted his hand toward the ground as the shadows grew bigger and darker as they seem to now start to fully submerge the city. Thick clouds transpire from the depths as it quickly took over through the city streets. Individuals walking through the fog felt a deep sense of dread strike them, the dark magic creeping to engulf their mind and take over their sense of rational thought as it would bring out their worst fears and horrific illusions of nightmares. Deadly screams of terror could be heard as those effected by the fog would collapse or run in terror from their visions. Some causing anger as they acted out in violence.

Giving a wicked smile, Dysmas watched the city go into chaotic terror under his illusion. Knowing how worse it will be for the humans and demons who lived here now. To live in fright after all can bring out the wicked. And the damage this will bring for weeks to come is only the more delicious for when they turn into the Caligino.]

Fair is foul, and foul is fair… Hover through the fog and filthy air…

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[goatmother]

[Toriel blinked her eyes open wide when she heard the voice again. The humans still menaced her with their spears, but she then turned to see Frisk running toward her, chased by - words could not even describe the monstrosity persuing the child.

The present danger was enough for her to snap back into reality. Baring her teeth, she shot her hand out, sending a fireball through the crowd of human shadows. The mist engulfed much of the flame, but a few of the figures looming over her suddenly dissipated. Toriel pushed herself to her feet, eyes hard.]

You will not harm them! I will not lose another child! Never again!

Frisk, this way!

[She held out a hand to them, her other hand sending another fireball toward the pulsating horror giving chase.]

[consolestheflowers]

[Frisk watched as Toriel blasted away the illusion of Flowey as he completely disappeared with a cry. Trembling as Frisk rubbed their eyes from the tears. Then quickly getting up to run over to Toriel and held her hand. Running with her through the fog.]

T-Toriel! You did-You did came! F-Flowey s-said you wouldn't, and n-no one would-I was s-so scared I-!

[goatmother]

[Grasping Frisk's hand the two of them ran from the remaining shadows, Toriel sending one last blast of fire behind her to dissuade any pursuers. They ran until they reached a very small high ground on a hill, and Toriel's legs buckled, falling into the grass to catch her breath. Her eyes are still wet with tears when she looks up at Frisk, caressing their cheek in her paw as if to ensure they were real.]

I-it is alright my child. You are safe now...I'm here. Are you hurt?

[consolestheflowers]

[Frisk looked up then their brows furrowed, she was crying too. Oh it really must be serious, a grown up was crying. That means something really bad really was going on and they weren't just seeing things! ... Were they?]

I'm a-alright...

[Quickly they leapt up to hug her.]

You saved me, i-it's alright now. Th-Thank you mommy...

[goatmother]

[Toriel staggers slightly at the hug, catching Frisk up in her own arms. She closes her eyes, hugging the child tightly back and stroking their hair. She shudders slightly in the embrace, trying to choke back her tears.]

[consolestheflowers]

[Frisk snuggled into her clinging close as they looked up toward her. Then gently tucked in their arms to hold up their tiny little hands to rub her cheeks, trying to help take away her tears. Even though they were so sad, they wanted her to be okay too.]

[goatmother]

[The gesture moves her, and she smiles slowly, leaning over to give Frisk a kiss on the top of their head.]

I will be alright my child. I was only afraid something had happened to you.

[Lying through her teeth so hard.]

[consolestheflowers]

[Frisk gave a smile for her.]

I'm okay now that you're here, it's alright.

[goatmother]

[Yes, it was alright. She could believe that for them.

After some more time to rest, she looks out at the fog again.]

We should return to the village. It may be dangerous...stay close to me.

[consolestheflowers]

[Frisk nodded as they took her hand, following her close. Looking around in the darkness.]

I-It's so dark and scary out here...

[goatmother]

Yes, it is...

[She tries to keep her voice even for their sake.]

But if we stay together, we will be alright, won't we?

[consolestheflowers]

[Frisk looked up.]

Maybe we can sing a song to feel better.

Think of something nice so it won't be so bad.

[goatmother]

That sounds like a wonderful idea. What shall we sing?

[consolestheflowers]

[Frisk hummed for a moment a tune then gently sang.]

♪ Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens,
Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens,
Brown paper packages tied up with strings,
These are a few of my favorite things. ♪