Dream Terrors (2 of 3)
Sept 21, 2021 19:57:24 GMT -5
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Post by DiOGee on Sept 21, 2021 19:57:24 GMT -5
"Oh come on!"
Standing in nothing but his boxer briefs, Jason Cashe was surrounded by cars. Walls of them stacked at either side. A junkyard on an exaggerated scale. The overhead view would show that it was laid out in the form of a maze. "Of course it's a Junkyard! One, Two, where is this bitch ass dude?"
Jumping as something brushes passed his legs. Cashe looks to see a dog trotting by. "Athena?" He whispers. It was Tara Fenix's dog, one that had taken a liking to him. "Hey! Where are you going girl?"
Moving along the trail, Cashe follows the dog around a bend. In a clearing, he finds Athena. She was digging into the ground furiously. A cold breeze sends a shiver over his skin as he rubs his bare arms.
Athena was going to town on the dirt. "Athena!" He calls to her and she lunges at him, barking, snarling at him like he has never seen her do before. "Don't yell at me, one.." Thinking to himself, he adds. "Did I understand what she just said?"
Shaking off that concept. Cashe watches as Athena sniffs around and finds the perfect spot. She proceeds to shit in a different spot than she smelled for but as the turd hits the soil, fire spits out of the ground, outlining a rectangular shape. Athena yelps as the flames touch her to the hind legs. She takes off! "Hey! Athena, wait!"
She was gone but it was the ground that kept his attention as the center of the rectangle fell in, creating a hole, a grave. A light fiery glow from the depths started calling to Cashe. He was no longer cold.
Moving closer to the hole, Cashe leaned in and peered over the edge. Flames danced about over the bones of a skeleton. The cackling sounds grew in volume as the bones began to sizzle. The flames intensified, flesh began to grow over the bone structure as if the fire was regenerating life. As the face formed, the eyes of the body shot open and turned to stare at Cashe. "Oh Boooshit!"
Stumbling back, he takes a fall to the ground. He scoots away as the body in the hole stands up. Dragging itself over the edge, the body gets out and pushes slowly to its feet. The shadow stretched out as Cashe's eyes followed it and slowly moved from shadow to the body of a man standing before him.
"Jaaaaaason! Jaaaassson!" The voice was faded, almost unheard. It didn't come from the shadowy figure but the air around him. He couldn't search for a voice when the corpse standing before him had a signature glove on his right hand. Each finger tipped with a sharpened blade.
"You shouldn't have buried me.. I'm not dead…" The burnt sound of the voice had a terrifying effect. It, like the fainted voice, sounded familiar.
"There you are.. I've been expecting you, Freddy!" He says, almost taunting the glove instead of the Dream Demon himself. The body drops their head and flings it up, the dirt flies from his face. The taunting in Cashe's voice turned to a gasp. "What the fuck?"
What stood before him was a dream. He was sure of it but WHO stood before him, wearing the glove was.. Himself. The old him. The teeth missing, ragged looking, far more dysfunctional version of him that used to exist. The one who everytime he looked into a mirror, he found no peace. He found guilt, pain, cause and effect for every burned bridge, every demon he created for an over crowded closet to live inside. Looking into his own eyes, Cashe could see all of these things. He had buried so much of who that man was compared to who he is now.
"Jaaaasoon! Wake up!" The whispered and faint voice called out again. It was very recognizable but he couldn't put a finger on it. Turning to look around, he didn't see much as the old him, the one that was gloved took a step forward. Cashe flinched and scrambled as the body approached in full stride.
As Cashe flips over from a seated position and onto his hands and knees. He scrambles to his feet. "Come get you some motherfuc--" As he turns to face his buried past, the glove drives deep into his stomach… Like a whoopie cushion, he releases stuttering exhales of breath as he stares face to face with who he once was. "See you in.. Hell!"
A smile forms across the past version of him. As if his skin started to melt, his appearance turned into Freddy Kreuger. Pulling Cashe in closer, almost hugging him with the glove still buried deep inside him, Freddy whispers into his ear. "Tell them Freddy sent you.."
"JASON!" The voice was louder now. No longer faded around him but much clearer, much closer. He recognized it and felt a warmth gather up within him.
SMACK!
He shakes awake after being slapped across the face. Tara Fenix was the first person he laid eyes on.. Worry filled her stare as Athena pounced across the bed and began licking him in the face. "What. The. Fuck?!" She asked. She knew a little about Cashe suffering from Sleep Paralysis and Night Terrors. A trait that created a severe case of Insomnia.
"Sheesh! Talk about a Dream State.." Cashe hugged Athena but stared off into space. Tara rubbed the top of his head as she stood next to the bed. Looking up at her, he forces a smile. "I heard you.. In the dream, I heard you…" His dead stare drifted off into space momentarily. "That's never happened before."
"What? I thought you have had those before?" She asks, snapping for Athena to get off the bed. The dog does as instructed without the need of a verbal command.
"No, those happen often. Hearing someone out here while in there.. That's new." His voice was stricken with curiosity behind it.
"So what happened? In the dream, I mean.." Tara was curious now.
"I died. What time is it? Are you hungry? I'm hungry!" He says, pushing the thought of it behind him for now. Burying it so it doesn't linger too long. Getting out of bed, Cashe kisses Tara on the forehead and leaves the room. Athena trotting next to him.
Standing in nothing but his boxer briefs, Jason Cashe was surrounded by cars. Walls of them stacked at either side. A junkyard on an exaggerated scale. The overhead view would show that it was laid out in the form of a maze. "Of course it's a Junkyard! One, Two, where is this bitch ass dude?"
Jumping as something brushes passed his legs. Cashe looks to see a dog trotting by. "Athena?" He whispers. It was Tara Fenix's dog, one that had taken a liking to him. "Hey! Where are you going girl?"
Moving along the trail, Cashe follows the dog around a bend. In a clearing, he finds Athena. She was digging into the ground furiously. A cold breeze sends a shiver over his skin as he rubs his bare arms.
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"It's cold until the trigger gets squeezed and then the heat warms up your insides. Calling us Indy? Have you been outside of a comfort zone or is this your first journey beyond the walls of XWF? Don't mention 4CW because I agree with you, fuck the lot of them and the Hall of Fame I have there but won't claim or brag about because I have a toilet seat that has more value to me. With the hate your 'camp' might have for them, I have more, I just don't have any of them blocked on twitter, how bout you? Better reload the chamber, you're shooting blanks. Call me Honest Abe, you missed."
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"It's cold until the trigger gets squeezed and then the heat warms up your insides. Calling us Indy? Have you been outside of a comfort zone or is this your first journey beyond the walls of XWF? Don't mention 4CW because I agree with you, fuck the lot of them and the Hall of Fame I have there but won't claim or brag about because I have a toilet seat that has more value to me. With the hate your 'camp' might have for them, I have more, I just don't have any of them blocked on twitter, how bout you? Better reload the chamber, you're shooting blanks. Call me Honest Abe, you missed."
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Athena was going to town on the dirt. "Athena!" He calls to her and she lunges at him, barking, snarling at him like he has never seen her do before. "Don't yell at me, one.." Thinking to himself, he adds. "Did I understand what she just said?"
Shaking off that concept. Cashe watches as Athena sniffs around and finds the perfect spot. She proceeds to shit in a different spot than she smelled for but as the turd hits the soil, fire spits out of the ground, outlining a rectangular shape. Athena yelps as the flames touch her to the hind legs. She takes off! "Hey! Athena, wait!"
She was gone but it was the ground that kept his attention as the center of the rectangle fell in, creating a hole, a grave. A light fiery glow from the depths started calling to Cashe. He was no longer cold.
======
"You like to scratch the surface. You exaggerate truths like you're playing that game at Walmart where you guess what strangers do for a living, what their lives look like based solely on how they look. Talking about how Riddle was born? Who his parents were but one of you looks like you were developed for Capcom and I'm wondering if you weren't an extra in Wreck-It-Ralph? You should use the Contra Code, maybe get an extra life or two. Or just jump back in time to restart the match? Shit boys, no wonder you are so dominant! On average, how many restarts do you need? You should hit restart on the second promo though..
How do you not even do the pose while on the Titanic?
#Fail."
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"You like to scratch the surface. You exaggerate truths like you're playing that game at Walmart where you guess what strangers do for a living, what their lives look like based solely on how they look. Talking about how Riddle was born? Who his parents were but one of you looks like you were developed for Capcom and I'm wondering if you weren't an extra in Wreck-It-Ralph? You should use the Contra Code, maybe get an extra life or two. Or just jump back in time to restart the match? Shit boys, no wonder you are so dominant! On average, how many restarts do you need? You should hit restart on the second promo though..
How do you not even do the pose while on the Titanic?
#Fail."
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Moving closer to the hole, Cashe leaned in and peered over the edge. Flames danced about over the bones of a skeleton. The cackling sounds grew in volume as the bones began to sizzle. The flames intensified, flesh began to grow over the bone structure as if the fire was regenerating life. As the face formed, the eyes of the body shot open and turned to stare at Cashe. "Oh Boooshit!"
Stumbling back, he takes a fall to the ground. He scoots away as the body in the hole stands up. Dragging itself over the edge, the body gets out and pushes slowly to its feet. The shadow stretched out as Cashe's eyes followed it and slowly moved from shadow to the body of a man standing before him.
"Jaaaaaason! Jaaaassson!" The voice was faded, almost unheard. It didn't come from the shadowy figure but the air around him. He couldn't search for a voice when the corpse standing before him had a signature glove on his right hand. Each finger tipped with a sharpened blade.
"You shouldn't have buried me.. I'm not dead…" The burnt sound of the voice had a terrifying effect. It, like the fainted voice, sounded familiar.
======
"How many fucking Championships does XWF have anyway? Seems like one for every other person on the roster! It's no wonder why the lot of you are so vain! You're getting high off your own bathroom fumes! Let me do what you do though and just create a narrative and hope it sticks.
After every 'insert aggressive show name' the roster of XWF get together in a Bath House where they soak in the healing liquids of vinegar to douche as a whole. Showing off the titles that every other person in the room has while telling stories about how great you all are because that IS the XWF way isn't it?
Now if someone discredits XWF, then Oh Em Gee on Elm Street! Because as much as you fight over the 50 Titles on the line over there, it's really just a big conga line of reach arounds. Gang Gang! We're all here to represent and fight for something fellas.. I'm signed to OCW but I'm fighting for the man in my mirror looking back at me, first! I'm in other companies but, be it the past or elsewhere, it is HERE, in this moment, in OCW where we will be latching to your fucking throats! You say there is a lack of real Tag Teams but apparently XWF lacks any or you'd not be here looking for a bigger shine to your spotlight."
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"How many fucking Championships does XWF have anyway? Seems like one for every other person on the roster! It's no wonder why the lot of you are so vain! You're getting high off your own bathroom fumes! Let me do what you do though and just create a narrative and hope it sticks.
After every 'insert aggressive show name' the roster of XWF get together in a Bath House where they soak in the healing liquids of vinegar to douche as a whole. Showing off the titles that every other person in the room has while telling stories about how great you all are because that IS the XWF way isn't it?
Now if someone discredits XWF, then Oh Em Gee on Elm Street! Because as much as you fight over the 50 Titles on the line over there, it's really just a big conga line of reach arounds. Gang Gang! We're all here to represent and fight for something fellas.. I'm signed to OCW but I'm fighting for the man in my mirror looking back at me, first! I'm in other companies but, be it the past or elsewhere, it is HERE, in this moment, in OCW where we will be latching to your fucking throats! You say there is a lack of real Tag Teams but apparently XWF lacks any or you'd not be here looking for a bigger shine to your spotlight."
======
"There you are.. I've been expecting you, Freddy!" He says, almost taunting the glove instead of the Dream Demon himself. The body drops their head and flings it up, the dirt flies from his face. The taunting in Cashe's voice turned to a gasp. "What the fuck?"
What stood before him was a dream. He was sure of it but WHO stood before him, wearing the glove was.. Himself. The old him. The teeth missing, ragged looking, far more dysfunctional version of him that used to exist. The one who everytime he looked into a mirror, he found no peace. He found guilt, pain, cause and effect for every burned bridge, every demon he created for an over crowded closet to live inside. Looking into his own eyes, Cashe could see all of these things. He had buried so much of who that man was compared to who he is now.
"Jaaaasoon! Wake up!" The whispered and faint voice called out again. It was very recognizable but he couldn't put a finger on it. Turning to look around, he didn't see much as the old him, the one that was gloved took a step forward. Cashe flinched and scrambled as the body approached in full stride.
======
"Y'all are Beasts, no doubt but I'm here to eat so Beasts get hunted, skinned and turned into a Feast, heads are getting mounted on walls. I was raised around Mongrels and Fiends ready to slump you or jump you for just a taste of their preferred fix. This is one of mine, the shit that goes on in the battlefield, the fight, the hell that a good opponent brings to the table and I'm going to get FAR more than a taste! Inject me with this poison because Riddle and I are TAKING from you what you think can't be removed from your grasp!
It's funny because XWF is one big dick measuring contest and yet it is XWF who invaded OCW to win the titles HERE in order to say how great XWF is.. While ON OCW because maybe, just maybe XWF isn't the spotlight you all claim it to be. Chris Page, who? Fuck him too. While we're at it, hell..
Thad signed and has a Golden Showers support group around him to remind him how good he thinks he is.. While needing an assist to keep an OCW belt. His silver spoon fed ass is great but clearly needs to be humbled. You'd think that Adi being as wonderful as she is would have him in a better mood… Pussy changes us all I suppose.
James Raven? The Goat of XWF? He not only signed but is now designing the lineup and, again, funny how he wants XWF out of that picture painted. Is it a sale I believe? Not at all. As far as I'm concerned, James Raven is infiltrating this roster. A bridge to be crossed and/or burned down later, no doubt.
Dolly Waters, even the young STARS of XWF and elsewhere want in OCW because the slice of pie isn't enough in the Pride Lands of XWF, you folks NEED OCW to help sell your own delusions of being 'Great'. Show me. Don't say it, don't try and show me a good time with rainbows and good tunes because that's the vanity of XWF, I know that shit exists! Show me how good you are when that bell rings because from where I'm sitting? You Bastards are a bad example of repetition.
Do you time travel ALL the time or is it just Company Policy? Doctor Who, Bill & Ted, now we know XWF at least still makes use out of Phone Booths! Are there any DeLorians in your future?"
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"Y'all are Beasts, no doubt but I'm here to eat so Beasts get hunted, skinned and turned into a Feast, heads are getting mounted on walls. I was raised around Mongrels and Fiends ready to slump you or jump you for just a taste of their preferred fix. This is one of mine, the shit that goes on in the battlefield, the fight, the hell that a good opponent brings to the table and I'm going to get FAR more than a taste! Inject me with this poison because Riddle and I are TAKING from you what you think can't be removed from your grasp!
It's funny because XWF is one big dick measuring contest and yet it is XWF who invaded OCW to win the titles HERE in order to say how great XWF is.. While ON OCW because maybe, just maybe XWF isn't the spotlight you all claim it to be. Chris Page, who? Fuck him too. While we're at it, hell..
Thad signed and has a Golden Showers support group around him to remind him how good he thinks he is.. While needing an assist to keep an OCW belt. His silver spoon fed ass is great but clearly needs to be humbled. You'd think that Adi being as wonderful as she is would have him in a better mood… Pussy changes us all I suppose.
James Raven? The Goat of XWF? He not only signed but is now designing the lineup and, again, funny how he wants XWF out of that picture painted. Is it a sale I believe? Not at all. As far as I'm concerned, James Raven is infiltrating this roster. A bridge to be crossed and/or burned down later, no doubt.
Dolly Waters, even the young STARS of XWF and elsewhere want in OCW because the slice of pie isn't enough in the Pride Lands of XWF, you folks NEED OCW to help sell your own delusions of being 'Great'. Show me. Don't say it, don't try and show me a good time with rainbows and good tunes because that's the vanity of XWF, I know that shit exists! Show me how good you are when that bell rings because from where I'm sitting? You Bastards are a bad example of repetition.
Do you time travel ALL the time or is it just Company Policy? Doctor Who, Bill & Ted, now we know XWF at least still makes use out of Phone Booths! Are there any DeLorians in your future?"
======
As Cashe flips over from a seated position and onto his hands and knees. He scrambles to his feet. "Come get you some motherfuc--" As he turns to face his buried past, the glove drives deep into his stomach… Like a whoopie cushion, he releases stuttering exhales of breath as he stares face to face with who he once was. "See you in.. Hell!"
A smile forms across the past version of him. As if his skin started to melt, his appearance turned into Freddy Kreuger. Pulling Cashe in closer, almost hugging him with the glove still buried deep inside him, Freddy whispers into his ear. "Tell them Freddy sent you.."
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"The enemy isn't in you Bastards. It is in ourselves, it will take us beating ourselves to lose to something that is at best, copy and pasted. All you XWFers are looking similar, like something to eat. So please, jump on my plate because the PLAN is to send all the opposition to see the slaughterhouse.."
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"The enemy isn't in you Bastards. It is in ourselves, it will take us beating ourselves to lose to something that is at best, copy and pasted. All you XWFers are looking similar, like something to eat. So please, jump on my plate because the PLAN is to send all the opposition to see the slaughterhouse.."
======
"JASON!" The voice was louder now. No longer faded around him but much clearer, much closer. He recognized it and felt a warmth gather up within him.
SMACK!
He shakes awake after being slapped across the face. Tara Fenix was the first person he laid eyes on.. Worry filled her stare as Athena pounced across the bed and began licking him in the face. "What. The. Fuck?!" She asked. She knew a little about Cashe suffering from Sleep Paralysis and Night Terrors. A trait that created a severe case of Insomnia.
"Sheesh! Talk about a Dream State.." Cashe hugged Athena but stared off into space. Tara rubbed the top of his head as she stood next to the bed. Looking up at her, he forces a smile. "I heard you.. In the dream, I heard you…" His dead stare drifted off into space momentarily. "That's never happened before."
"What? I thought you have had those before?" She asks, snapping for Athena to get off the bed. The dog does as instructed without the need of a verbal command.
"No, those happen often. Hearing someone out here while in there.. That's new." His voice was stricken with curiosity behind it.
"So what happened? In the dream, I mean.." Tara was curious now.
"I died. What time is it? Are you hungry? I'm hungry!" He says, pushing the thought of it behind him for now. Burying it so it doesn't linger too long. Getting out of bed, Cashe kisses Tara on the forehead and leaves the room. Athena trotting next to him.