Eight Days: ProlougePrologueEight Days: Prolouge6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A commonly held theory, is that there are a multitude of universes. Within each world, a thousand myriad differences cases the universes to split from one another. A single choice, or many, can make another world seem very different, and yet very much the same. Take, for instance, the Myriad of worlds touched by the dark influence of Chzo.
There are worlds that are drained dry by his power, left as nothing but husks devoid of life. There are worlds where Cabadath never attempted to summon the beast, and he died an old man. Or worlds, indeed, where The order was able to conceive of something *slightly* better than Trilby Clones to contain the mind of John Defoe. Perhaps some kind of Trilby Powered Raygun, or a Scarecrow wearing a hat.
But I digress.
The point of the matter, is that it is of just such a universe that we speak of today.
A universe very much like that in which the curse of John Defoe, Chzo, the Order of Blessed Agonies, Fate, ill planned cloning, and very nice hat
NightmaresShe was staying with her parents. But that didn't make the nightmares stop. She saw that other hotel in her sleep almost every night. She wasn't allowed to tell anyone about it, but she felt like she needed to. She saw that tall man destroying that man that stabbed Trilby. She had seen Abed's body in her dreams as well. She wondered if she'd ever be able to sleep again.Nightmares5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
But still, sometimes, her mind would go in a different way. She'd picture how hard Trilby must have it. He's been seeing that for much longer. It must be so hard for him. How does he even have the strength to face the world or try to sleep at night. Everything must remind him of those shadows he warned her about.
Just like how every time she heard footsteps behind her, she just knew it was the Tall Man or a cultist coming to silence her.
Trilby must have been living in that fear since the Defoe Manor Incident.
Her mind seemed to stay on Trilby sometimes.
Wondering how he was, or if he even was any