( hao doesn't dream too often — or, if he does, he doesn't remember them. this one, though? it's vivid.
every day in the mansion feels even more tedious than the last, boring in a way that even an eight hour day of college classes can barely compare to. at least at school he had extracurriculars to look forward to. baseball games. basement parties. killing monsters and collecting their bounties with a smile on his face.
that's probably why he clings so hard to this dream, determined to stay asleep. the slight squish of the polymer grip at the handle of his baseball bat as he tightens his grip on it feels as real as anything — the splatter of blood as black as tar across his face as he swings the metal spike-laden barrel down against the face of the pathetic demon laying on the ground in front of him, its screams ear-piercing and absolutely fucking delicious. hao can't help but laugh as he continues raining blows down on the creature, again and again, drenching himself in its blood. kind of loving it.
— except for the fact that it doesn't seem to want to give up and kick the bucket. hao's wide, toothy grin starts to fade, anger flashing across his face. ) Fucking die, you piece of shit.
dream — cw: violence, blood, n gore
every day in the mansion feels even more tedious than the last, boring in a way that even an eight hour day of college classes can barely compare to. at least at school he had extracurriculars to look forward to. baseball games. basement parties. killing monsters and collecting their bounties with a smile on his face.
that's probably why he clings so hard to this dream, determined to stay asleep. the slight squish of the polymer grip at the handle of his baseball bat as he tightens his grip on it feels as real as anything — the splatter of blood as black as tar across his face as he swings the metal spike-laden barrel down against the face of the pathetic demon laying on the ground in front of him, its screams ear-piercing and absolutely fucking delicious. hao can't help but laugh as he continues raining blows down on the creature, again and again, drenching himself in its blood. kind of loving it.
— except for the fact that it doesn't seem to want to give up and kick the bucket. hao's wide, toothy grin starts to fade, anger flashing across his face. ) Fucking die, you piece of shit.