Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26120744-20190723235050/@comment-26120744-20190724201933

Where has she heard it before....

Everything rushed forward and she finds herself younger, strapped to an operating table, a strange machine hanging over her with limbs planted on her scalp.

“What are you hearing?” A voice asked.

“I.... I hear music?” A younger her says. “It.... it sound kind of nice...”

That’s when it gets louder. And more discordant. Voices, whispering, then shouting, then shrieking in vocalized atbash. What would that even sound like?

“Wait, What..... what’s happening!? What is that!? It hurts, IT HURTS! TURN IT OFF, TURN IT OFF, PLEASE!!”

Younger MN starts screaming and thrashing on the table. A figure reaches for a lever but the red eyed man leading the experiment stops them.

“Don’t! We’re not done yet.”

The screaming and madness and colors and PAIN become unbearable, reality being stretched to its absolute limits, atoms splitting apart-

And then she’s in a whole different place. She’s an infant, lying in a crib. She sits up and sees a woman nearby, but her face is just... static.