Nightmares!

[shadowmods]

Hello, players.

The RNG has spoken and the following characters have been chosen to have nightmares:

Maria Collins Carbonell
Dorian Carver
Peeta Mellark
Draco Malfoy
Herc Hansen
Elena Gilbert

The mods are going to ask those chosen to write up a detailed description of a single nightmare your character will have. Please posted it as a comment/reply to this post. We're going to give you a week to do this. Please get your nightmare to us by Tuesday, December 24. (If this is going to be a problem, please let us know!)

Remember, just because you weren't chosen to have a nightmare, that doesn't mean you're not going to be involved in the plot. Far from it. In fact, this plot is going to encompass the entire game. More details will follow.

I would say, "the odds were ever in your favor" but Peeta was one of the chosen few so that would just be tacky

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elena gilbert | if this is too much detail, lemme know.

[braveandstupid]

You’re walking through the woods.

You’re not alone at first. You’re surrounded by people, friends, family. You feel warm and safe, and surrounded by love, and you’re happy. Happy isn’t a feeling you’re used to feeling, but everything around you is familiar. The friends you’ve known since you were children, the man (men?) you love, the family that has always protected you. Even the woods are familiar, as you’ve never been anywhere else.

You’re home.

But that feeling of security doesn’t last for long. Standing on the hill ahead of you are three figures. Two of them are people – or at least shaped like people. You can’t see their faces, but one is dressed in a suit, the other a red dress and necklace. They’re both carrying long daggers, and while the wound in the man’s chest is evident, blood red staining the dark blue of his shirt, the woman’s is only evident when her back is turned, a hole where her dress should close and dark red discoloring the magenta color of her dress. Between them, sits a wolf, glowing eyes gleaming out from the darkness and lips pulled up in a snarl. All three of them give off the impression of power, the idea in less than a second they could take everything you value from you and feel no remorse at all. They feel old, the kind of people who have seen empires rise and fall, some of them even their own.

Maybe it’s because they have.

The man in the suit is the one to speak first. You’re terrified of him, but you trust him over all the rest, even if that trust is tenuous. He promises you that the people you love will be safe, all you need is to give yourself over to the wolf. You’re ready to do it, you will give anything to protect the people you love, but that doesn’t seem to save them. They die anyway. You’re the doppelganger, after all. You are to be protected, which means no one around you is safe. With that, you watch them start to fall, the bodies piling around you like a mass grave.

A woman with long black hair bursts into flames.

Another woman takes a stake through the heart, her body fading and desiccating as she collapses to the ground.

You can feel your neck starting to bleed, the dark red color spilling down the front of your shirt, but before you can feel the lightheadedness of the blood loss wash over you, another man drops to your left, taking the hit for you.

Two shapes try to take a stand in front of you, but one is bitten by the wolf, and the other is taken away, lured to the side by the blond that holds her hand out to him.

All your defenses are gone, save for one. You only have one thing left to lose and it’s the thing you treasure the most, the thing you’ll stand in front of, blocking the path of until the day you die. You will let them take everything else, but you won’t let them take him.

Then, out of nowhere comes the Hunter, moving faster than you can even begin to comprehend. He kills the wolf, quickly and efficiently, and the two on either side break apart, the woman with a violent scream, and the man looking away suddenly, the grief apparent in his stance.

The wolf was their family, after all. Even you can see that.

They know how to stop the Hunter, however. The only way to do that is through you. They turn, daggers in hand, and you do the only thing you can do.

You run.

You turn and bolt down the path, running as fast as you can, and as you do, the forest becomes a graveyard, stones marking the names of the people you love. Isobel Flemming, Jenna Sommers, John Gilbert, Alaric Saltzman. As you get further and further down, the names become more and more important. Damon Salvatore, Stefan Salvatore, Caroline Forbes, Tyler Lockwood, Matthew Donovan …

Until finally, the last one you reach is your own.

And standing behind it is … you.

Only, it’s not you. It’s just your face, the one that’s never truly been your own, no matter how much you’ve tried to claim it as such. She sneers back at you, holding up a nice and slicing open her wrist, letting the thick blood dribble out onto her skin.

Last chance. Her words echo with a sneer as your eyes are drawn to the blood, your last chance, your possible salvation. One sip and you’ll live forever, become the thing you never wanted to be but finally be part of the world you never seemed to be allowed to leave. Three … two … one …

You watch as the wound closes over, and she shrugs. Better luck next time.

The next thing you feel is a blade slicing through you, one strong arm on your shoulder as the edge of the dagger is driven into your back. It’s done with so much force that it feels like part of your body has gone numb. You look down, and you see a hole in front of your gravestone, only it’s filled with the water of the river that runs under Wickery Bridge.

Payback’s a bitch, isn’t it, Elena? The woman’s voice is snide in your ear, but that’s the last thing you remember before you tumble forward, ready to sink to your death and let everything else fade away.

And with the splash of the water, you wake up.