daisuke "50 shades of identity crisis" niwa (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
sketchythief) wrote2017-09-05 10:23 am
sketchythief) wrote2017-09-05 10:23 am
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a letter to my future self:
do not make bad decisions to offset bad luck
a letter to my future self:
do not make bad decisions to offset bad luck
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but the smell lingers.
Daisuke feels the flamethrower slip from his hands and it falls, loudly clanging on the ground. He's not sure if he's ever been this exhausted, much less in a dream. He collapses on his legs, feeling dizzy from the stench and all. ]
I think I'm going to be sick.
[ As if he wasn't already. ]
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Hey! Are you gonna be okay?
[Because BOY he sure doesn't look okay. Not that Kashuu can blame him, since the entire surrounding area of their burnt little garbage graveyard absolutely reeks. He's pressing his scarf to his nose, and even that barely helps.]
Let's get back inside, that might help-- Wait, no, it probably still stinks in there, too.
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However.
The scene suddenly shifts to a department store. Daisuke is still on the floor. Kashuu is still there next to him. A big digital countdown lights up above them from three, two, one--
When the timer reaches zero, the trash monster is seen in the distance with a vengeance. Except this time, it won't be the one to attack them. Instead, it presses a button that opens all the sliding doors. As soon as there's an inch of an opening between those doors, consumers flood into the department store, wheezing heavily, as they flood the entire place.
The stampede crushes them. Black Friday sure is a thing, huh?
Time to wake up!! ]
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