don't you mess with a little girl's dreams

unexpected-places

Two weeks ago, a thing that was only doing a very poor job of pretending to be a woman crawled in through Nausicaa's window and raised its knife above her head and she screamed -

And her friend the boogieman tore it apart.

Nausicaa had been scared of him back then. It only made sense. But he seemed so lonely hiding under her bed, so she crawled down there - and kept crawling into the infinite shadows -

He seemed to need a hug, was all. And he did save her.

They've been best friends since, and Nausicaa's become more aware. Of the way Nanny doesn't seem to sleep - no actually she doesn't sleep - and seems to know a weird amount of things, and is always meeting with other Nannies outside in the dark...

Of how her friend Sue's sister died, and how it was probably way more horrible than what the adults told them. Which was nothing. How Sue now has a monster of her own, a skeletal thing (Nausicaa's glad she only needs to keep her boogieman from scaring people, not from eating people).

How there's something wrong with two of her teachers, and how her classmate Lianne has something weird in her family and people are following Silvie around who shouldn't be -

She's also become aware that she probably made her friend the boogieman. Three weeks ago, she saw a fox's skeleton, half decayed, and convinced herself it was going to follow her home and haunt her -

So, naturally, it did.

And now the rain-monster who brought the drowning dreams touched her boogieman and changed him, and he's weird lately and his shadows keep dripping, and maybe if she believed him she can believe very hard in someone who'll fix him -

A magical girl, obviously. Someone who will fight for truth and justice and humanity. Someone who can look into people's hearts and bring out their true selves. Someone who'll help because there's something horrible in this town and none of the adults want to know -

Nausicaa sits on her bed, scrunches up her face, and believes very, very hard.

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Sue Uccelo

after-ash

"She's sometimes aggressive. I got her to stop eating people, I think, but she's not really friendly. - Yes Nausicaa I know you think she's friendly, you'd think a rapid badger was being friendly."

unexpected-places

"Rapid badgers need hugs too." It's unclear if her tone is a teasing one.

slumber-and-disaster

"I'd recommend a leather apron and thick gloves."

unexpected-places

"See? Totally possible."

after-ash

Sue rolls her eyes.

slumber-and-disaster

"And adult supervision, if possible."

Sue Uccelo

after-ash

"And a common sense transplant."

unexpected-places

Nausicaa sticks her tongue out at Sue.

slumber-and-disaster

"All right, all right. Off to class with you. I'll see you later."

unexpected-places

"See you Miss Makoto!" Nausicaa and the others (except Sue, who just nods) all chorus, scampering off, the boogieman following (and keeping to the shadows farthest from Lianne).

slumber-and-disaster

Right then. So there's supposedly a wendigo and an angel hanging around here, huh? It would be easier to find them if she knew what they were supposed to look like. But on the other hand, if the wendigo was watching her girl, Makoto might be being investigated herself.

nothing-on-my-tongue

There is, indeed, something lurking on the edges of the woods, that quite deserves the appellation of "the Beast." She's gaunt, incredibly so, with long ragged black hair, dark skin mottled with bruises, a mouth that doesn't fit her face, antlers, and claws on long lanky arms. She's covered in a fine layer of fur, and ragged, dirty clothes.

slumber-and-disaster

Hello, she sends, looking over and giving a little wave at the same time to indicate that it's her talking. My name's Makoto. Can you understand me?

nothing-on-my-tongue

The Beast tilts her head. There's definitely a feeling of wariness, and confusion, and - 'Not food?' comes the reply.

slumber-and-disaster

Not food, no. Friend. Do you know friend?

nothing-on-my-tongue

'The Small One,' somewhat dubiously.

slumber-and-disaster

The Small One. Sue? Like her, yes.

nothing-on-my-tongue

A pause. 'Not Small One. Friend.'

slumber-and-disaster

Yes. I think. This wendigo really doesn't have a lot of words, does it? Hard to tell if she's getting across.

nothing-on-my-tongue

It bobs a bit, then turns and ambles into the forest.

slumber-and-disaster

Oookay. Well. She's not getting ripped to shreds, so. Count that as a win.

Boogey

fear-itself

There's a distant wailing scream, and the trees thrash a bit.

slumber-and-disaster

Uh. That seems like something she should check out.

She circles around towards the trees.

nothing-on-my-tongue

The Beast appears to have killed another, much smaller, Wendigo, and is currently helping a whirlwind of shards of glass (each of which has a single eye) fight something that looks like a brick that decided it was actually an evil tree.

slumber-and-disaster