Jul 21, 2019 2:27 AM
Thea (Throne3D) + Cynthia (RoboticLIN)
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Down in nowhere USA (a small town in Illinois, New Loffville, to be exact) a shitty teenage party continues, just before midnight. Bottles strewn about, host nowhere to be found, and police likely on the way by the amount of noise.

"Have you SEEN her hair?" prompts a horde of preppy girls to laugh uproariously. An out of towner created a horde of fawning girls (alcohol access helped) and displaced an area for themselves. A pack of drugged-out kids remains shambling around as if zombies, trying to find a place to get away from the comments.

"Turn that shit OFF ALREADY!" yells a drunken party-goer. the music had been so bad that the radio had been turned on to replace it. Arguments already ensued after someone decided that they were in control (he turned on some trance-classical station), and it currently rests on a rap station playing a song that could be described as 'bass with no discernible lyrics' (the dissenter was hauled out back by a jock and is nowhere to be seen).

"Wait, Thea? Are you leaving already?" starts the conversation this story is here for.

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"Uh, yeah. I'm a bit tired. And. Um," she says, then looks around, fumbling for a way to say 'have you seen this place?'... "Yeah. See you soon?"

And off she goes. She did not realize that party was going to turn into that. Eugh. Fortunately, she wasn't part of any fights, she didn't take any of the drugs, her drink wasn't spiked, and she's ultimately fine. She is definitely going to be more careful about what parties she goes to in the future, though.

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"Yeah, soon!" cries from behind her in a slur.

Outside is slightly better. Past a few smashed bottles near the steps up and the smokers off next to the garage, the only issue is the bass and the lights from the house. People leaving and arriving every few houses, a full moon on a lightly-cloudy night aiding the streetlamps to leave it more-or-less bright enough to make your way around.

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Well, that's nice of the moon. Probably the most pleasant thing in the area. Not that it's exactly in the area, but whatever. Thea looks at her phone to check the time – the party started pretty late on, but it got really bad, really quickly.

... It's 11:59. Okay, well, she can get home and get to sleep at a mostly reasonable time, and put the party out of her mind.

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While she stares at her cellphone's clock, the time ticks over to 0:00. Or, perhaps more accurately, minus 1:00. The screen promptly goes blank.

In the time it takes to blink, the world changes. The moon takes on a sickly yellow hue, the streetlamps shutting off. The few clouds turn a poison green, creating patches of heavy darkness in a few areas. Nearby people are replaced with looming jet-black coffins. Grass turns to burnt strands, puddles to splashes of blood, electronics to unworking pieces of plastic. The sounds from the party dissapear. Nearby cars on a road lay stopped, more coffins sitting next to them. An eerie silence is left behind.

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"Um."

She taps the buttons on her phone a few times. Tries pulling out the battery, then putting it back in and turning it on again. Still nothing. Oh wait, her phone isn't literally the center of her world – she looks up at the world around her.


Nope, that's not how it's supposed to look. That is not how the world looks. That is not how the world looked. None of these thoughts are doing anything to make it better. It's still not how it should look. Why are there coffins, red puddles, and green. What.

Is there anyone still around?

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The nearby smokers, a pack of tightly-spaced coffins.

The passed out near the door? An upright coffin where his torso was.

The people down the street? Coffins in the middle of the sidewalk.

Nobody seems to be around that hasn't been replaced.

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... Rrright. Coffins.

She goes over to one, avoiding the puddles and weird grass, and looks around it. What does it look like?

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It's a large coffin. Black, with nothing different between any of them regardless of how tall the person was. Standing next to it, it could easily be 8 feet tall. Any tapping results in a solid, hard result. No real noise comes off of it, nor does it seem openable on either side. It remains in place.

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Okay. Nothing weird about that. Totally an everyday occurrence.

So. She finds herself alone, surrounded by a bunch of coffins, weird grass, weird puddles, and a weird sky. Electronics are also broken. What does she do?


She continues to walk home, obviously, avoiding the puddles, the weird grass, and any places that are particularly shadowy, because she has seen movies, and she doesn't want to be eaten by the wraith-like monsters, thank you very much, assuming any of this is real. She's probably having some sort of psychotic break, so that's fun, but she should be safer either way if she gets home.

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Walking, the scene remains the same. Anywhere a person would be, stands a coffin. Based off of a pair near a car that has inexplicably stopped in the middle of the road, their orientation seems to be that the flat side will face whichever way they were facing and the coffin shows up in the nearest position it can fit without changing.

The walk is silent, besides the echos of her own footfalls.

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... Maybe she should have gone back into the party and checked there first. It would probably be the same, and if she is having a breakdown, maybe someone would have noticed? ... No, probably not.

She really hopes her phone isn't broken. She knows it's stupid, what with the weird environment around her, and the potential she's having a mental break, but really, she uses her phone for a lot.

Is there any other creepy stuff? Or is it just coffins, a weird sky, weird grass, and also the red puddles?

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So far, nothing else seems weird. Besides the lighting scheme, nothing along the way seems wrong. A discarded rubber ball alongside the path gets kicked and bounces as it should. The cars, besides not moving while in drive, are still peeks into people's lives. The buildings, including the outside of her own house she arrives at now, remain as normal as can be. Her keys work properly when tried also.

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Inside her house, she feels a bit better. She really hopes she isn't going crazy, but she also really hopes that thing isn't real, and it's easier to put it out of her mind now she's in her house.

She looks around for her dad.

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It's her house. Same layout, same furniture, same coffin sitting next to the dinner table... Or not. Her dad is a coffin, but any time to react is cut short by the noise of clapping jarring away the silence, as a figure steps out from behind it...

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A figure much like her own.

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... What.

What the hell.

Okay, seriously, this hallucination is messed up. What the hell, brain? What the hell!

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"What's wrong?" asks the body-double, sweetly. "You look like you've seen a ghost."

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Okay. That's her voice, too. And it walks like her. What the fuck.

Well, at least her hallucinations are detailed? That's a good thing? Maybe? At least she's not, y'know, unimaginative?

"What the hell are you."

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"Oh, honey. Don't you already know?"

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"Oh, fine, you're no fun. I'll stop teasing. I'm you!"

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That is... not exactly what Thea was expecting. Why would a hallucinatory person who looks exactly like her but doesn't act like her claim to be her?

"What?"

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"Okay, so I'm not you, but I'm close enough. Don't you want to ask me all about yourself? I know you better than even you do!"

She slowly moves closer, swaying from side to side.

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That is entirely all too much fun to have when Thea is freaking out. "I repeat: what," she says tersely, glaring.

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"Do I have to do all the work myself?" she asks rhetorically, then sighs dramatically. "Fine. You're Thea Jennison, I'm... not Thea Jennison. You're boring and self-centered, and I'm... not? I'm what you wish you could be."

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