Ultimate Dirk

Dirk hadn't kept you out of the loop about his powers and what they did to him; you weren't important enough to him to fear your betrayal. All you were was a little toy he kept around almost as a little reminder of civilization, a partner to pretend he was normal with.

You'd take him on little dates in his pocket of the abyss, watch movies with him, kiss him- just little things to keep him grounded, keep from spiraling again. He didn't seem to like you back, or like you much at all for that matter. He'd run a hand absently through your hair, maybe give you a hum in response if you complimented him, that same flat bored look on his face. Then he'd leave. Maybe give you a 'bye' as he strolled off without a second glance in your direction.

You'd always wondered about where he'd go, but you'd never followed him- you were just a fling, you knew he'd get pissed if you dug into his personal life. But he was getting more sad and distant, and you had been concerned he'd hurt himself, so you'd decided to follow him- just to make sure he was okay.

As you stumbled through the thick moonlit forest after him, the first thing you noticed was the sound. The soft chirping of the frogs faded away to a garbled, almost dreamlike impersonation of music- only just loud enough that you could catch it. As you stepped further you felt the thick, crinkly foliage melt away, becoming almost sticky under your boots as you struggled to step further. Even though you didn't stop, you knew it was meat, especially as the smell hit.

You kept walking, gagging at the smell, even though it didn't really feel like a smell- more like an impression of a smell, like what you'd get if you imagined a smell, faint and morphing. Just like that the thick, dark trees melted away to a horrifying scene- The nighttime sky became a horrible warped mess filled with brightly lit lanterns and what appeared to be faces floating through the reddish sludge that was clearly meant to be wind. A horrible soup of what sounded like screaming and cheering hit your ears with the horrible warped music still blaring as a swarm of-.. not people, they looked like people but more horrifying dream-warped people, twisted in your head and ever changing as they moved. They didn't have faces- they didn't seem to have anything, just blurry red holes stretched and screaming as they seemed to move like storyboards that hadn't been completed, teleporting from stiff action to stiff action.

Dirk was there, on a tiny warped hill, watching the 'people' parade by as viscera clung to his shorts. His eyebrows were furrowed as he shook slightly, like he was forcing himself to focus on the sight before him. His furrowed brows, the slight crinkle of his lips, the thin drops of sweat running down his face- this was the most horrified you'd ever seen him.