Post by Deleted on May 3, 2021 14:08:25 GMT -6
Laurie didn't spend much time rooting around through chests, unless it was absolutely necessary. She didn't like wasting time, she didn't know if someone else was working on a generator, or if they were safe. Especially in moments like these, where she found herself fighting off sleep, too.
She would much rather be doing anything but this. It was a necessary evil, just this once. People were hurting, and in moments like these, she couldn't be sure if anyone was healing. There were no indications for that, aside from seeing people. There wasn't much of doing that in the Legion's Ski Resort. It was best to stay out of sight, with how much daylight there was. So, Laurie found herself outside of the building, making as much noise as humanly possible it seemed.
The clanking of the chest was so loud, like the Entity didn't understand what locks sounded like. How they had the ability to be quiet, how they actually were quiet unless you were absolutely thrashing them about.
It was foreign to The Entity, and Laurie understood that... But it was terrifying to put such a big target on your own back.
And yet, she needed to do it. She knew Quentin was hurt, she'd heard him cry out, and she would do her best to protect everyone, even at the cost of herself.
But almost especially the people she had come to care about in the fog, Quentin being one of those. The two of them suffered so much loss, and they never really spoke of it. They talked about different things, school, their friends. Laurie told him a lot about Lynda and Annie, he's probably the person who knows the most about them in the realm.
Outside of Michael, but that is... Different.
Laurie considered Quentin a close friend now, and even something akin to a sibling. A feeling that she never really thought she'd let herself have, after she found out about Michael. That was too little too late, but coming into the fog she planned to make no friends, keep to herself and just... Get out.
A med-kit. Baruch Hashem.
It was easy to find chests, to comb through them over and over. The hard part was finding someone, without drawing attention to them. It was her worst skill, and heavy eyelids made it no easier.
Fuck, shit, fuck. Don't fall asleep, not now, please...
Taking a moment to pinch herself did nothing, these weren't real dreams. That couldn't snap her out, and it wasn't like they were against Doc, where she was able to take a free moment to herself to calm down. Situations that were out of Laurie's control were the hardest ones to deal with, it made her feel entirely powerless. She hated that.
She would find him. She had to.
Laurie would want someone to do this for her, if she still held any resentment towards Michael. She couldn't imagine being against him in any way that scared her anymore, yet it really wasn't that difficult for Laurie to put herself in what she thought Quentin's situation would be like. They never talked about Freddy, or Michael, but Laurie knew the fear well. It was probably the same one she woke up in this Hellscape with. The sinking feeling of feeling eyes on you, knowing that there's something in the shadows.
Now in the blood that splashed out of the generators, things that shouldn't be happening. It was all so hard to take in, hard to deal with. You spend so much time running from the thing that'll kill you, from what traumatized you only to have to face it ever day of your life, for the rest of your unnatural born life.
It sucked, and no one should have to deal with that.
If they could just kill the Entity, or Freddy... Things would be so much simpler, then it would be easier to be free. Well, only if they killed the Entity. Killing The Nightmare would just be a mercy on everyone around them.
That was a horrible thought, and she knew it but sometimes it was hard not to think like that. Sometimes people could be bad, and didn't deserve redemption. It was the way of the world, wasn't it?
It was something her dad always talked about, people earned respect, and none of his co-workers had his. This was no different, killers earned respect and Fred Krueger least of all had hers.
Pure Hell on Earth. If she could take two items, she would have brought one of the flashlights to hand off to Quentin, just in case he needed it.
Though, for whatever reason, perhaps the Entity not understanding reality again, she could only hold one without 'punishment'. Weird facts of life that you slowly become used to, it gets normalized. There was no point of arguing it. You wouldn't get anywhere, the Entity would just simply 'explain' that it was how things were, and that was it.
She needed to focus, not to think about the rules of the realm. She had to find Quentin, and fast. The Nightmare couldn't possibly just be stalking him around, he'd get punished for it.
At least the Entity was good for that much.
She would much rather be doing anything but this. It was a necessary evil, just this once. People were hurting, and in moments like these, she couldn't be sure if anyone was healing. There were no indications for that, aside from seeing people. There wasn't much of doing that in the Legion's Ski Resort. It was best to stay out of sight, with how much daylight there was. So, Laurie found herself outside of the building, making as much noise as humanly possible it seemed.
The clanking of the chest was so loud, like the Entity didn't understand what locks sounded like. How they had the ability to be quiet, how they actually were quiet unless you were absolutely thrashing them about.
It was foreign to The Entity, and Laurie understood that... But it was terrifying to put such a big target on your own back.
And yet, she needed to do it. She knew Quentin was hurt, she'd heard him cry out, and she would do her best to protect everyone, even at the cost of herself.
But almost especially the people she had come to care about in the fog, Quentin being one of those. The two of them suffered so much loss, and they never really spoke of it. They talked about different things, school, their friends. Laurie told him a lot about Lynda and Annie, he's probably the person who knows the most about them in the realm.
Outside of Michael, but that is... Different.
Laurie considered Quentin a close friend now, and even something akin to a sibling. A feeling that she never really thought she'd let herself have, after she found out about Michael. That was too little too late, but coming into the fog she planned to make no friends, keep to herself and just... Get out.
A med-kit. Baruch Hashem.
It was easy to find chests, to comb through them over and over. The hard part was finding someone, without drawing attention to them. It was her worst skill, and heavy eyelids made it no easier.
Fuck, shit, fuck. Don't fall asleep, not now, please...
Taking a moment to pinch herself did nothing, these weren't real dreams. That couldn't snap her out, and it wasn't like they were against Doc, where she was able to take a free moment to herself to calm down. Situations that were out of Laurie's control were the hardest ones to deal with, it made her feel entirely powerless. She hated that.
She would find him. She had to.
Laurie would want someone to do this for her, if she still held any resentment towards Michael. She couldn't imagine being against him in any way that scared her anymore, yet it really wasn't that difficult for Laurie to put herself in what she thought Quentin's situation would be like. They never talked about Freddy, or Michael, but Laurie knew the fear well. It was probably the same one she woke up in this Hellscape with. The sinking feeling of feeling eyes on you, knowing that there's something in the shadows.
Now in the blood that splashed out of the generators, things that shouldn't be happening. It was all so hard to take in, hard to deal with. You spend so much time running from the thing that'll kill you, from what traumatized you only to have to face it ever day of your life, for the rest of your unnatural born life.
It sucked, and no one should have to deal with that.
If they could just kill the Entity, or Freddy... Things would be so much simpler, then it would be easier to be free. Well, only if they killed the Entity. Killing The Nightmare would just be a mercy on everyone around them.
That was a horrible thought, and she knew it but sometimes it was hard not to think like that. Sometimes people could be bad, and didn't deserve redemption. It was the way of the world, wasn't it?
It was something her dad always talked about, people earned respect, and none of his co-workers had his. This was no different, killers earned respect and Fred Krueger least of all had hers.
Pure Hell on Earth. If she could take two items, she would have brought one of the flashlights to hand off to Quentin, just in case he needed it.
Though, for whatever reason, perhaps the Entity not understanding reality again, she could only hold one without 'punishment'. Weird facts of life that you slowly become used to, it gets normalized. There was no point of arguing it. You wouldn't get anywhere, the Entity would just simply 'explain' that it was how things were, and that was it.
She needed to focus, not to think about the rules of the realm. She had to find Quentin, and fast. The Nightmare couldn't possibly just be stalking him around, he'd get punished for it.
At least the Entity was good for that much.
