[6] Action for Violet/Everywhere [Fourth Wall Event]

[lieutenantantichrist]

[Blake is in his apartment minding his own business when there's a flash of light.]

When it fades, nothing seems different for a minute. All's normal and as it should be, everything in its place. After a second, it sinks in. There's something that's been out of place for months, and all of a sudden the feeling of nakedness is gone.]

[He pats his side, and there's the good, reassuring weight of his gun, right where it should be. He takes it out to give it a look over, and it's exactly as he remembers it. He puts it back and feels more himself than he has since he got to this damn place.]

[That's when he notices there's a lot of strange noises outside.]

[Blake opens the door and steps out.]

[He takes a good look at around.]

[He thinks it over.]

Nope.

[He turns around to go back inside.]

Comments

[lieutenantantichrist]

Sure I did. [Blake has no idea what the thing is talking about.]

[He gets that it's talking about leaving, and his brain jumps on that like a duck on a bread crumb.]

Same way you came in.

Go on.

[He steps forward and tries waving his hands at it.]

Shoo.

Bad...deer.

[weatheredwheel]

Way...

[Arceus' brain clicks.]

I need more to meet! Please let me meet more here! And point me the door - I must go to it!

[In its frenzy of joy Arceus stomps its front feet and slams its head on the ceiling. It forgot, apparently.]

Whoops never mind that inadvertent moodswing

[lieutenantantichrist]

Woah. [Blake ducks and is spattered with falling plaster.] Easy now.

[He approaches the huge animal slowly, hands out.]

Door's over there. Just go right out and we won't have any trouble. Careful with your...hula hoop. Thing.

[please please get away before he has to really deal with you existing.]

It is minded like it never was.

[weatheredwheel]

Oh thank you.

[Arceus shakes its head because whoa things feel weird. Hearing him, it pauses in consideration, and...turns itself around and backs up with its butt against the door. You have taught it, Blake.]

I'll fit through another way. To do so, I must meet something else. It'll work because it'll be new and I won't know!

[Arceus: master explainer.]

[lieutenantantichrist]

[Blake can't figure out how it's talking. He tries very hard not to try.]

[Trying to figure out what it's saying distracts him, fortunately.]

...you lost me.

Easy now.

[Get out and be gone please. He can feel his sanity cracking just looking at you.]

[Sweat is appearing on his brow.]

Just wiggle out and I can get to forgetting this ever happened.

[weatheredwheel]

But...I can't fit. I need to meet someone else, just one. Then I will get out.

[lieutenantantichrist]

[a little frustration wiggles its way through the wall of denial, and for a second Blake looks more himself]

You need a date to fit through the door?

[weatheredwheel]

[Well, it explained itself as clearly as it could. Maybe that's what it's called.]

Yes! And it can look like this or not!

[Arceus lifts one of its front legs for a moment. It's hard to gesture to yourself without arms. Really, even a mosquito will be appreciated.]

[lieutenantantichrist]

[The thing looks like it's gesturing to itself, so maybe it wants something four-legged. Blake isn't sure he follows, but he does what any reasonable person would when stumped. He takes out a ball so he can ask a plant.]

[When the Chikorita emerges, it quirps curiously and runs in little circles around the deer-monster's legs.]

[Blake watches, bemused.]

Well I don't know what I thought that would accomplish.

[weatheredwheel]

[Arceus prances in place, careful to avoid hitting the ceiling again, because wow oh boy it's never seen this thing before!]

Hello! You're like my bloom chil...

[What seeps into the room isn't a weight, no, it's a feeling. A quickened pace of the heart that nothing's as it was left. Everything's pulling away, twist, fraying, rending. Miles apart, strewn, nothing whole and the pieces act as one, snowy winds in deserts--

Arceus falls through the door. Or, more correctly, is pulled in, and the pressure vanishes with it. Goodbye, Blake. God has left you.]

[lieutenantantichrist]

Are you going to do something or wh-

[Gravity turns inside out.]

[Whatever it is, it goes on forever and for less than a second.]

[When Blake can see straight again, all he sees is an empty apartment with an open door and a Chikorita standing in the middle.]

[He rubs his head.]

You follow any of that, Billy Bob?

[The Chikorita chirps. Doesn't really answer the question.]

Nah. That didn't happen. Couldn't've.

[He nods firmly.]

[A bit of plaster dust sprinkles down on him from the ceiling.]