wolfishsurvivalist | ✖ anxiety attack: 005 ✖

[A. 339 Brady Lane]

[The sound of shattering glass is loud in the kitchen, the milk bottle having slipped out of Mika's hands. Sweat forms on her brow, her pupils dilating, and the trembling starts just as she begins to scream.

The walls have gone moldy and stained, the glass fogged with filth and grime, and the milk and glass on the floor is now blood and flesh. Disembodied sounds echoing through a haunted apartment that seems to watch her. Shadows flutter at the corner of her vision, grasping hands reaching for her to drag her down and tear her apart. Something was moving, its heavy footfalls made the floorboards creak in the floor above her and its loud, wet breathing makes it sound as if it was coming for her.

The whole building--no, the town itself--knew where she was.

It was coming for her. This time it was going to kill her for good. Her screams were muffled by the heavy air, but she doesn't care, she needs to escape it somehow even if she has to fight her way out.]

LEAVE ME ALONE!

[B. Phone]

[She's sobbing uncontrollably as she grips the phone so hard the receiver is creaking, she's desperate to talk to someone even if all she can hear is static. She should have known better but she's going to leave a message anyway.]

Oh God, somebody please pick up! This apartment is full of hauntings and I can't find anybody. It's just them! They're everywhere! They can hear me breathe and they know where I am, I tried to find the others but I don't have any red tape and there's blood all over the place and I don't know where to go.

Somebody, please!

[Welcome to the crazy, Mayfield. Someone got the Special Milk.]

[C. Streets: Afternoon]

[Mika has escaped the confines of the house, a roll of duct tape in one hand and a lead pipe in the other. She's shaking like a leaf, but her grip on the pipe is white-knuckled and possibly deadly if provoked.]

[D. Park: Evening]

[Curled up beneath a tree with her knees hugged to her chest, Mika is rocking gently as she cries into her knees. Her arms are scraped up and her knees are bleeding, and there's leaves and grass in her hair and clothes. It's been a very long day and the effect of the milk is starting to wear off, but not enough for her to feel safe. Someone come rescue her?]

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[Kaito has no idea what's going on with this girl, but it probably has something to do with the milk. He adopts a soothing tone.]

Hey, hey. I'm here, I'm listening.

[She swallows around a lump in her throat, whining softly. Everything was getting worse, and she wanted to crawl in a hole and stay there.]

I think...I think I'm starting to get possessed. It's..it's different from normal, but I think it might be happening. I don't know where to find the red tape, but I don't want to be trapped here with them if it happens!

Listen, I know you're scared right now, but I have a very serious question to ask you, and I really need you to answer it, okay?

Did you drink the milk?

I did, I did! I couldn't let Annie get sick again, I couldn't let her die again, she's dead, she's dead and it's all my fault, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry...

[Tone still smooth and even.] You're not being possessed, miss. You just drank dosed milk. I know it's difficult to believe, but you're just hallucinating.

[It's not gonna work, of course, he knows it won't. But he has to try, right?]

But there's blood everywhere...it's everywhere.

[She can't wrap her head around it, it smells real, it feels real. And then Mika makes the mistake of looking down.

There is blood everywhere.]

I'm...I'm bleeding. Why am I bleeding...?

You're not--

[He wants to tell her that she's not bleeding, but he can't be certain about that.]

Close your eyes, okay? None of it's real. Seeing those things gives them power.

It's everywhere it's everywhere it's everywhere. Oh my God I think my eyes are melting. Why are my eyes melting?!

[She is trying so very hard not to scream but it's getting more difficult as the milk works its way into her system properly.]

It's clawing its way in behind my eyes, I know it.

D-damnit... where are you at? Is there someone who can help you?

339...Brady Lane.

[Her voice rasps as she begins to panic again.]

No, no they're all gone. The ghosts got them. Or they're monsters now, I don't know, but there's blood everywhere.

[ By now he knows the milk isn't right, and he's making some rounds around the town, scoping out the damage.

... He spots Mika, and he almost wants to run over, but the look on her face gives him pause. That doesn't look good. ] Mika?

Ian? Ian!

[Oh thank God someone sensible he might listen.]

Run! They're coming, they can hear us, we've got to go right now!

Who's coming? What are you talking about?

The monsters. They can hear you, that's how they find you.

[She's shaking visibly, clutching her pipe in both hands, the sweat dripping down her nose.]

They know where I am, they're coming for me. The possession's already started, I can feel it. I have to fight it just to keep it out.

... Oh gods, Mika. Did you drink the milk?

I had to, Ian. Annie got sick...she's dead, she's dead and it's my fault and that's why they're coming for me, they know. They know everything they're in the walls!

[Mika presses a hand to her eye, whining sharply.]

Noooo, no stop it, not now I can't! Not here!

[ he chances a few steps closer, looking unsure ]

What can I do?

I...I don't know I need red tape! Red tape, but they don't have any and I don't know where to go.

[She sounds like she's in pain now, hunching over and clutching her face with one hand. Her eyes were melting again she could feel it.]

Auuuuugh~! Stop it! Stop it!

[ okay, now he moves to her, carefully putting a hand on her shoulder ]

Does it have to be tape? Or can it be anything red?

No, it's the red tape, it looks like this.

[She holds up the duct tape, then makes an awful sound, like she's in unbearable amounts of pain.]

I can smell the blood beneath the street, this whole place, Ian. It's all tainted. It's everywhere.

[Quinn dashes into the kitchen, hearing the shattering and screaming.]

Mika! What--?!

... I've never seen anything like that that's red. I'm sorry.

[ he frowns. He doesn't know what to do- if he was out of his depth before, he's really out of it now. ]

Ian, it's inside me. Make sure...you've got to make sure I don't hurt anybody, please!

[Her eyes have melted, she knows it. She can feel the hot blood dripping down her face and the way her skin and muscle is rotting right off of her bones. Mika begins to laugh, a broken, sobbing sound that isn't really laughter but the sound of someone so terrified they can't function anymore.]

[She's backed against the far wall now, flattened against it and leaving ditch marks in the plaster from her claws. She looks like she's suffering from a very, very bad trip.]

St-stay away from me!

[Oh god it's one of the shambling things that she'd avoided whenever she'd tried to run for supplies, swollen flesh stretched too tightly over a gaunt frame, a faceless horror that made awful noises as it stared at her without eyes. The walls breathing around her and oozing blood now that her claws have dug into the fleshy mass at her back, hot and pulsing with a hidden heartbeat. It's so hot and humid she can barely breathe, her ears flat against her scalp and her irises little more than a hazel ring around the black void of her pupils.

Maybe if she doesn't move the thing won't see her.]

[ He just... pulls her into a hug. There's nothing else he can think to do, aside from putting her out of her misery, but that doesn't seem right. She looks fine. ]

I will.

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C /you have no idea I am so sorry for her behaviour

sob Mika

it's all downhill from here bb ;;

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