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ioniconeirologist) wrote2014-08-19 01:01 am
Suddenly Human Meme
Look at your nonhuman muses. What are they? Robots? Gods? Mythical creatures? Aliens? Science experiments gone wrong? Animate chalk drawings? Eldritch abominations from beyond?
Well, none of that matters anymore cause they just done got turned human.
How? Why? I don't know! Maybe it's a magical curse, or science happened, or they died and got reborn, or they just plain woke up that way. You're all creative people! Come up with something cool! Or don't, and let your muses angst about it in the dark, whatever. I know you like to torture them; that's half the fun of memes like this.
So here's how it's going to work:
Nonhuman muses, post top-levels! You are suddenly very human, and mortal. Have fun with that.
Any muse can tag in! Maybe you also got turned human, and misery loves company after all. Maybe you didn't, and are just here to point and laugh in their face. Maybe you're someone who always was human and is just getting dragged into this, or helping the former nonhuman cope.
GO WILD. \o/
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Um...
What's up with it is that it, uh, doesn't exist! Eheh...
I've only got one eye.
Yeah, I usually wear a patch! Thanks!
And even if he does I bet he won't mind. Stan's an understanding guy, right?
[Okay, he seriously needs to stop making himself want to laugh really hard.
Some laughter does come out, but it continues to be of the slightly nervous variety.]
Ya know what? I'd really like to know too!
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Understanding? Mr. Pines? Sure, we'll go with that!
[She's assuming he's joking, really. But she finds an eyepatch and tosses that to him as well.]
So you know him, huh? But you've got no idea why you were just like... fwoosh-BOOM, naked in the forest. Hahaha, weeeeeeeird. Think you got like, abducted by aliens or something?
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Actually, we met a long time ago! I doubt he even remembers me.
Not a clue!
Huh... Maybe! If I was that's something I definitely wish I remembered! Hahahaha!
Since I... don't remember anything...
Well, that's not exactly right. For some reason I remember things about Gravity Falls! But, that's about it.
Think I might have, what'dya call it... "amnesia"?
[Before was just the rehearsal. Now's where the act really begins.]
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Man, wait until Dipper hears about this though. I bet he'll have all kinds of crazy theories! How long does it take to get lunch in town, anyway?
[Seriously shouldn't they have been back by now? Did they get distracted by some sort of escapade or something?]
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We're back! How'd ya hold up, Wendy? Any tourists come... through.....
[Stan is frozen at the entrance, his hand still wrapped around the door knob. For a moment, his front drops and reveals an unnaturally vulnerable-looking old man. Any kind of tough guy bravado he had is gone. He's starting at this one-eyed kid like he's seeing a ghost. Or a nightmare. A bit of both.]
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What're you doing here!?
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The dream walker now in the flesh sees Stan turn a ghastly pale, then quickly switch over to hostility. Not only had he been expecting this, he was essentially waiting for it. Going to the Shack, he knew it was only a matter of time after all. And yet, the look on his face is an unassuming, nonchalant one, if moderately perplexed by the old man's reaction.
The mask he's wearing is an unwavering one.]
It's kind of a long story!
But is this how you greet all your guests? If so then the REAL mystery's how you stay in business!
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Hey Mr. Pines, check it out, I found an old friend of yours! He just got back from a trip to Venus or something!
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He's not a friend, and he's not a guest! He's not even- He shouldn't be here!
[He places himself between the two of 'em, blocking Wendy out of Bill's way. He points to the unwelcome visitor in a threatening glower.]
You! Out of my house, NOW!
[He accentuates that with a point at the door. Odd that he isn't just grabbing Bill and throwing him out himself... In fact, he seems to be keeping a fair amount of distance between them.]
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Um, if this is about the pants I can explain how I really didn't have a choice! Your cashier over there can even back me up on that!
Look, how 'bout I buy you new ones?
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[Sorry Stan, you're getting double-teamed here. Also Wendy's giving you a very weird, concerned look because WOW HARSH.]
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You're wearing my pants!? Wh- Wendy!
[Why is this happening. What is happening. This is so upsetting and NOW he's got the creepy-crawlies because that obnoxious triangle is wearing his trousers. Ok just. Ok. This is not ok.]
Wendy, I don't know what Bill told you, but he is bad news! You shouldn't have let him in here!
[It's kind of hard to scold her while also trying to keep a vigilant eye on Bill.]
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[That accidentally came out as a scream, but he's hit that really frantic point in his state of confusion.]
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Bill nervously tugs at the collar of his shirt with chuckling to match. Maybe someone should try to relay what happened before Stan gives himself an aneurysm. Though it may be too late for that.]
Why don't you do the explaining, Ic-- Wendy?
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Yeah sure, so I was watching the shack, right? Suddenly VWOOM, there's this huuuuge burst of light from outside, so I ran to the window, and KA-POW, there's like this gigantic freaking beam of light shooting down from the sky! So of course I HAD to go check that out! When I got there there was like, this awesome sort of crater, and this dude's lying in the middle of it unconscious and totally butt-naked. Heheh...
But I mean, is that crazy or what?
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Yeh-huh, crazy...
[There's a small pause as he seems to mull something over, before turning back to Bill.]
Get outta my house.
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But where am I gonna go?! I don't have any money or... anything but the clothes on my back! Which aren't even my clothes!
Even my memories are gone, I can't remember anything but my name and the fact I've been here before, to this town and this tourist trap!
Ya GOTTA help me! Ya can't just throw me out on the street!!
[He genuinely sounds like he's beginning to panic, as he spares no effort in doing so. What no doubt helps to make it convincing is that only half of what he's saying is a lie.]
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[Wendy actually puts herself physically between the two this time, raising her arms in an X in front of her.]
Okay, time out. What's even your deal, Mr. Pines? I mean, even if this dude was some super mega jerk before or something, he's kinda at our mercy right now. Harsh, man.
Unless, you know, he's really some kinda crazy shapeshifting monster trying to get us to drop our guard so he can eat us or something. I already asked, but eh.
[SHRUG. No really, she literally shrugs.]
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[But he can't just say that! It would sound ridiculous, for one thing. "Hey, he's usually a noncorporeal dream demon who makes deals with horrifying consequences, but yeah, sure, let him wear my pants!"]
I don't care if it's harsh! Look, me n' this guy have got a bit of a, a history, alright? I'm not gonna get into the details, but you couldn't pay me to trust him for even a second. He's a lying, manipulative monster. Even if he is telling the truth about the amnesia, which I doubt, I don't want him around here!
It's... Alright, remember how Gideon kept breakin' into the Shack to get what he needed? Bill's done that in spades. I can't trust him, and that's that.
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You're... really serious, aren't you?
[Bill pauses again, putting a crestfallen, even guilty look on his face. Effortlessly he wears the expression and tone of a man with almost no memory being told they have a past of lies and manipulation, enough to be called a monster. The character has taken center stage.]
Listen, Stan, I hardly remember anything about the last time we met. But it sounds like... I did some pretty awful stuff, stuff that if I did remember? I'd probably regret a lot...
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Whatever happened between us, though? It's in the past, and LONG gone! Maybe I did some untrustworthy things then, but if so that's a me that's long gone too! That was then, this is now! And I can't think of a better time than now without those old memories to put all that behind us, and get a new, fresh start, yaknow?
[Bill holds up his other hand, offering to shake.]
So... what d'ya say? No hard feelings?
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Nice try, pal. I'm not convinced.
[Regret shmet. If Bill knew what he'd done he'd laugh about it. Which is probably why he's so smiley now. He's always like this...]
If you wanna have your fresh start, go do it somewhere FAR away from me and the kids.
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Y-OOWWW! That isn't funny!!
[That... that isn't funny...]
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All of a sudden it hits Bill, like a shot to a mirror that makes it shatter instantly. His hands lower, falling to his sides. This wasn't the very first time he was ever in the physical world. This wasn't the first time at all.
When he previously had, it'd been in someone else's body. He could remove a human's consciousness from their body and inhabit it himself, until he was released when it fell asleep. Since it was so short-term it usually wasn't worth the effort, but he had done it before on several occasions. Possessing a body meant the sensations he experienced were far more "real" than in the mindscape... so even pain was an alien, but wonderfully fascinating feeling.
This... this was nothing like that. There was nothing interesting about it, it was entirely unpleasant... it simply hurt.
But that's not why Bill has now gone pale and speechless, with his only eye wide.
It's because he was only remembering this now. Why didn't he remember?
He starts shaking as he feels his heart race inside his chest... which just makes things worse, as it serves to remind him of his situation. What's HAPPENING here? Why did he forget about inhabiting bodies before? He didn't REALLY have amnesia, that was just part of the act, wasn't it?
... Wasn't it?
Then again, he couldn't even remember how or why he came to be in this body in this first place, this body that wasn't anyone but his...
So what else... did he forget...?
Still trembling badly he places his hands on either side of his head, as though on the verge of breakdown. As to why Stan might not have a clue, but to Wendy it may look to be because of having no memories, no money, and nowhere to go.
Although at this point appearances are the last thing on his mind. He has no absolutely idea what's going on anymore... and he's scared. Honestly and truly scared.
And it's taking every last ounce of his willpower not to completely panic.]
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