A flustered red fog seethed past the screens, in the folds of the cerebellum. Doctor Bill was trying to get some sleep when we awoke in a strange scarlet hue. Having just woken up, he was grumpy and incoherent, and spent far too much time getting out of his little cave to investigate. He hit his head on the top. A pause in the oddly lighted landscape. His gargantuan struggle against the desire to rip his way out of the fleshy bits also took far too long. It annoyed him, and nearly cost him the struggle. But the strange carmine effect wavered and faded, and he calmed down. He peeked his head outside of the cave and looked in shock, as he could see a wave of colour slowly moving away from him. What in the world was that?
atheotes was in a peculiar silence, given his disposition. But it was only because he had fallen asleep, and now travelled freely in a nightmare, where he could scream and yell without tearing his vocal chords apart. Perhaps it was a coincidence that tonight, there was another being that wished to tear his vocal chords apart. In fact, it was teraing everything apart, having fits and tantrums over every inconvenience. Their progression towards atheote's corpse-like body was slow, and left an easily followable trail of uprooted vegetation (Brains have ecosystems, huh?). Not more than halfway across the field, the being encountered a particularily stubborn weed that was vehemently attached to the ground. He teared and the stem and sheared the leaves off with his teeth, madly attempting to obliterate the unassuming plant before he heard some abnormal screaming. atheotes had gotten up and walked a mile in his sleep before tripping and convincing himself of a broken bone. He now ran off on that broken leg, and his only injury would be to his voice.
Meanwhile, the Doctor slowly trailed the red-filtered area, trying to keep out of the tinge. It was hard work, as it paused and started without much warning, While crossing the slope of a grand hill, the area suddenly stopped for an extremely long time. The Doctor looked back. A visivle path stood behind him. He would be safe if he needed to run. He paused, then ran forward towards the epicentre, catching branches in the face and getting hopelessly flustered. When he finally reached Double A, he was near indistinguishable from him, a swollen mass, tensed up and practically emanating the longest wavelengths. He did not wait, and blew him to bits, and the colour reverted back to normal. The Doctor contemplated his situation, and then proceeded to write down some notes in preparation for the brain's new thoughts tomorrow.
Re: Malpractice and Freud (IN PLAY)
Originally Posted by Joooray
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