AN: I'm not entirely sure if this even remotely counts as horror now... I'll probably have to spice it up a bit to have it continue being labeled as that.
The tears finally stopped an hour later, dried up like the memories in Dave's mind. The waves of sadness never ceased, however, and the boy in his room didn't bare to hide them. Dave wasn't sure at this point what he wanted to do...
How much would it hurt to continue remembering?
How much would it hurt to not bother with this...? Could he do that? He would have to live alone for the rest of his life, with nothing to stand by him, just a few houses and trees and roads.
And no food, or tv. He had wifi... the computer. But Dave vaguely got the feeling that the computer would trigger more memories.
He would have to also endure the scratching, and having to sleep through that as well.
But... remembering... the thought of his Bro tore a hole in his chest, his eyes stinging as he didn't have any tears left to shed. Could it be that the other memories would be worse than Bro's? If that was the case, Dave didn't want that to happen.
He couldn't stand any more of that pain.
It seemed as though it would kill him from the inside, out...
He struggled to sit up slightly, his hands bracing his body weight as he pushed up onto his knees. Dave's arms shook slightly, trying to fight the exhaustion from his breakdown.
He was tired. And chose to close his eyes in that position.
Crashing and tearing, and the sounds or screeching nails on metal hit his ears, and he stumbled over.
They shook around him, crying out and screaming as they tore something apart.
They hurt his ears, piercing noises, and so loud.
Dave lay on his side, from previously falling over, in shock. What was happening?
He couldn't open his eyes or they would disappear. He guessed he could only do one thing.
The coldness hit him as he stood up shakily, and he heard the creatures go quiet momentarily, before resuming their destruction of whatever they were working on. He shuffled forward. Step by step, he got closer to their noises, and he reached out.
His hand hit metal, and the noises went quiet.
Dave only opened his eyes as he realized they were attacking exactly what he had presumed.
The computer.
He studied it over for a second, trying to find any damage.
The only nicks and bumps were near the disk drive. Everywhere else was clean, so Dave turned the computer on.
SBURB, as always, booted up, and he opened it to reveal the bedroom, and the chat windows. There was no recent blue text, only his last red messages.
These things he was hearing, why were they here to attack his computer? Could they want the SBURB disk?
He couldn't take it out now, or something might happen again to his brain. He could forget everything. Well... it was only a guess but it's too much of a risk for him to take the chance. He grabbed the computer, and sat down on the chair again, staring silently at the screen as his mind worked over any possible scenario, or what he could do now. He could always attempt to remember more things, now that he was slightly more calm. (Dave felt a pang in his chest, once more.)
Perhaps save that for a little later. It's not been that long.
But hadn't he been told he has only 2 days till something was going to happen? He had to manage to figure all of this out, remember everything, and not freak out by the end of 2 freaking days... That's a lot of pressure on someone.
Dave rubbed his forehead, sighing. Should he try exploring more of this place? Find a way out?
No. That's way too boring.
And he also had to find out what these scratching noises were actually coming from, as he didn't know quite yet.
He counted off the facts he already knew in his head:
1) He only heard them when he closed his eyes, but not blinked.
2) They wanted the disk or the computer.
3) They didn't exist, not really... they could only do damage when he kept his eye closed. And they didn't like touching him, apparently judging from their lack on contact when he drew near to them.
4) They left some kind of coldness around them.
The last one was a recent observation. But fairly unimportant, Dave thought. But that's pretty much everything he knew since he could recall having them around. Which was really since he's forgotten his entire freaking life, except Bro.
He had to make a decision today, and that was final. But this is important, and extremely difficult to make...
Should he live better, and not take the risk of being hurt too much, or does he take the risk and remember his life?
Dave sat back in the chair, slouching with his head in his hands. He felt like shit, and dreaded the moment he needed to choose. If anything, he would treat himself a bit nicer until that moment came.
That meant food, and relaxation as much as possible.
Which meant he was gonna do something stupid, and something he would never ever ever do if Bro was around.
He drew a bath for himself, complete with those freaking bubbles and candles.
I mean, why the fuck not?
If this is the last day his brain might be sane, he might as well enjoy himself in the ways he can.
Dave grabbed a can of apple juice and his music player, careful not to get it wet as he turned it on without the headphones, setting it on the counter next to him.
He didn't listen to the lyrics or the song, rather just having the booming wash over his head as he stripped down, his pants, his shirt, and socks gone.
Dave took a second to look in the mirror, slowly taking off his shades to look at his eyes.
People always liked the red color, but he hated them. Made him look demonic, he thought. He put his glasses next to his clothes, and grabbed some random shampoos and conditioners.
He finally got it, after taking off his breifs of course, and slid down until his body was submerged in the foam.
Bro would have called him girly, and picked on him, if he was here.
Dave smiled slightly at the image of Bro walking in on him.
"Purely for ironic purposes" Dave might say.
He let out a breath for a second, tilting his head back to look at the tiled white ceiling. He felt a sense of calm while laying in the water, and made his decision.
"I need to remember."
He had no idea why he said that outloud, but he felt as though it finalized something.
The warmth invaded his body slowly, and Dave's eyes slid shut of their own accord.
He relaxed for some time, just simply being there, until the moment he realized it was silent. He heard absolutely no scratching, just himself and the faint popping of bubbles. There was no screeching or tearing, no sounds in his room.
Were they gone?
Dave sat up slowly, dripping wet, and grabbed a towel to run into his room.
He wet tracks followed him, stopping where he stood next to his doorway, and closed his eyes.
Nothing.
His eyes flew open, glancing at everything in the room, where nothing had changed.
Dave took a few strides to his computer, drying one hand on the towel on his hip, as he looked at the side of his computer, where the disk was in. The nicks and scratches were few, but evident.
What was happening NOW?
WHY DID THEY LEAVE?
Dave threw the towel on the ground, grabbing a shirt and shorts, and threw them on.
He paced around the room.
"I just finally calmed down and now this?" His frustration was nearly tipped over the edge, so he took a few breaths and sat down. He eyed the towel, and picked it up to dry his hair into a mess, sticking up everywhere.
(The water in the bathroom continued to bubble and finally got cold, in the meantime. Poor water.)
Dave ruffled his hair slightly.
He had to use his time wisely now, as he had made his decision already. If these... things... were gone, it didn't change anything. He needed to try to remember everything in his life. This was the right time, now.
He just needed to calm down a bit, yeah? Yeah.
All of this was trying his patience in this weird ass life. And definetly was not helping him to stop being frustrated.
At least he wasn't afraid like he was in the beginning though.
Dave had gotten used to it, he supposed, as he walked back to the bathroom and drained the water, and grabbed his juice. (And turned his music player off too. Don't want to use up the battery, that would be pretty shitty.)
He sat, sipping his juice on his bed with his slightly damp clothing on. Where to start?
What he could recall were only flashes, and they didn't give him much to go on. Mostly were colors too. Red. There was a lot of red. Did that mean blood? Or his words?
He took the chance to close his eyes, without the noise, and attempted to get his brain started, or at least picture something.
Vague images surfaced, and he remember the face of some boy with glasses and teeth. He had, in fact, been subjected to this imagery previously.
It reminded him of the blue text. They were probably the same person he could practically feel them being the same dorky personality. So who was he? Seemed like a friend, to Dave.
Dave had friends. Cool.
So what other colors triggered some sort of face or memory. He pictured some sort of red, thats him. Orange, thats Bro.
Yellow really didn't signify much, though somewhat a picture of something in space. At least, some sort of darkness and a big floating planet or whatnot.
The... Sun? No... it didn't appear bright. And something jogged his mind a little. Purple. Similar shape and everything, and was in space.
Though this purple ..planet..? seemed more familiar to him. It had buildings on it, and a tower.
Moving on, as he struggled to find anything else about that, was green.
Green didn't do much, so blue it was. Blue was the boy though. Text boy, he meant. Purple was already done, but something else was triggered. More of a... violet... light purple or whatever people call it. Another sort of text, though no specific words came to mind.
Dave opened his eyes and flicked them over to the computer. Purple text, was it real? He hopped off his bed and sat down at the screen, pushing the mouse around till it stopped sleeping.
He opened the Pesterchum thingy, looking for anything purple. He found it as he skimmed past a few offline chats. And read a bit.
TT: Considering you not being here, I do not know if it is a good time to talk to you.
TT: Everyone is worried, Dave.
TT: We are getting so close to seeing everyone else and we need you to be here.
TT: Dave, do try to remember us all.
TT: If it is the case you do not remember me at all, my name is Rose Lalonde. I will see you in a bit.
He stared at the last message, pictures flaring behind his eyes. White hair and purple scarves. Packages for birthdays and squidy animations. Fighting.
He remembered this girl.
Dave grinned as he messaged her back, naturally.
TG: sup rose. I will see you in 2 days right? I can't wait either.
He stopped typing as soon as he hit enter, shocking himself. He knew her completely and automatically. He recalled her weird cat Jaspers, and her sprite, and the conversations they've had about a... John... and a Jade, and themselves.
He should probably talk some more with Rose before they meet up with those guys. But, unfortunetly, Rose wasn't on quite yet.
Dave took a glance to the other people on pesterchum. He somewhat knew who they were, well at least he could guess.
Trolls, right?
