[ He crosses his arms, watching carefully. Awfully curious, he thinks about opening it himself to see, but that isn't his punishment, is it? Would it even work if he opened it? ]
[Shadow Satan does not give two shits about personal traumas, so it gestures encouragingly to the gift. A GIFT! Take it, you little shit.
Jason shoots Joonghyuk a glare, but it isn't exactly for Joonghyuk necessarily so much as it is about what's supposed to actually be in it.]
Something I'm going to hate.
[Reluctantly, he moves back for the box, reaching down to irritably scoop it up. Satan is pretty much like (aki voice) YEA YEA! in a go ahead sort of way, and Jason gives it the finger. He begrudgingly yanks on the bow to pull it off; the box kind of falls apart and drops to the ground, leaving Jason holding
a obnoxiously colored (green, purple, white, red) jack-in-the-box. Only... the top of the box has a little digital pad. It says 00:02:00. It's ticking! Haha. Frowning, Jason reaches up to give the handle one slow turn. The numbers on the pad change to 00:01:59. It starts counting down, so long as he turns the handle. A jolly little tingling melody plays.]
[ Damn... Jason really hates this and Joonghyuk should find this funny, but he doesn't. Not when they're in hell. The last thing he wants is to see someone's trauma unravel, especially without their consent. But they're here. He waits, though now tense to see the digital timer count down.
The melody Does not help. His eyebrows furrow. ]
Let's hope it's quick. The song it plays is annoying.
[Very funny how the shoe is on the other foot now. He is so annoyed because he understands what this is in reference, too, and he doesn't think it's very humorous. Every time, he thinks it has been long enough for him to be over it. And every time, he finds out he's wrong.
He continues to reluctantly turn the handle of the box. He's almost paranoid it's going to pop before the timer reaches zero since that would be his luck. And also something this fucking clown would do. But it just keeps going, playing the God awful jingle.
He goes to 00:00:01 and sort of stops, fist gripped around the handle. He wonders if his punishment really will be it blows up. That's fitting, huh? Isn't this supposed to be hell, and isn't he meant to be punished for his own sin? A little weird Satan is getting off on something he had no control over.
Very slowly, he starts to push the handle around the last cycle. He can hear a mechanism sort of start clicking. He's pretty sure this is going to explode.
But instead, the top flies open, and a springy, terrifying creature pops out. While he doesn't fling himself away, it does jumpscare him, making his entire body tense all over. He grits his teeth and closes his eyes for a second against the tightness in his chest, and then he reaches up to strangle and rip the clown out of the box.]
Alright, fun's over. I'm going to beat the shit out of Satan.
[ Jason cursing "Satan" which is just you, Anna, is very funny. Joonghyuk doesn't react when the jack comes out of the box. He frowns deeper, finding the expression on it disturbing. There's a thought—why do westerners make clowns so scary? Clowns were fine. They are generally harmless. But they made the clowns evil?
He's pensive... Thinking on what he saw. Jason's whole body reacted to this simple box, this punishment that set him off-kilter. For now, he doesn't comment on it. ]
How are you going to do that?
[ Devil shadows are cheering and the one they deem Satan is just floating around. ]
You're giving them too much power over you.
[ Satan who isn't Anna but now me throws something over to Jason. It unravels to be a large black door. It's ornate, sparkling like a starry sky... It gives off a primordial aura. Joonghyuk frowns deeply. ]
[He throws both pieces of the box down in opposite directions and starts stalking in Satan’s direction. It annoys him that Joonghyuk sounds exactly like Bruce. That is something Bruce would tell him. Something Bruce has. Because Jason is the live wire of the bunch. Hot headed and easily emotional.
And he is deadass going to throw fists with fake Satan in this stupid ass mental trauma door in this hotel.
But he stops when he gets tossed… a door? He glares at Satan. Points at his own eyes with two fingers, then points at Satan.
[ Joonghyuk is also hotheaded and volatile, but it's difficult to channel into that when this is some trick room. Maybe if he was years younger. Instead, he watches Jason stalk after fake Satan like a big cat in a zoo enclosure, object of malicious intent out of reach.
At the bottom of this gate, a black liquid starts oozing out. ]
Open it.
[ They might as well get this over with, yet Joonghyuk doesn't want to approach it. ]
He wants to tell Joonghyuk to open it if he wants it opened so bad, but there's no point. Begrudgingly, he gives up (for now) on stupid Satan and moves over to the black, starry void of a door. He's, like, careful of the weird goop coming out of it.
What the fck is that.]
If another clown jumps out, I'm going to stop being completely civil.
It is weird starry goop. A very pretty sludge, but it feels like no one should be looking at it. ]
I'll stab it.
[ The last thing he wants is to get clowned during punishment. When Jason opens it, black tentacles burst out of the gate, wriggling and glitching at certain areas like they are not meant to be perceived. They launch and wrap around his wrists and ankles to yank him into different directions, whispering in a hiss as more sludge floods the platform. Hands reach out of the dark growing pool and the sludge takes a form similar to people, distorted and vengeful or sorrowful as they reach out to him. The murmurs are inaudible, even worse it's grating on the ears if one strains, but it can be sensed.
How could you forget us? How could you have abandoned us? You will be miserable for as long as you live. Live. Live. Live. ]
[ Never mind. Jason calling it the hentai club makes him want to die. Just let the demented tentacles take him. Unlike Jason, he resists less. The tentacles now become chains and lock with a metal clink. ]
Don't call it that. That is not what this is.
[ There is a sound of crying child beyond the door... Then the door abruptly closes.
And they're kicked out of the room. Back in the hall now. ]
It's not my fault it couldn't pick something other than tentacles--HEY!
[The second they become chains, Jason loses all sense of domestication and starts becoming totally feral for some strange(?) reason. There's still a lot of confident, trained fight in him, but his attempt to get away is slightly more chaotic.
The crying kid? Doesn't help at all. He thinks he's about to be unhinged forever until the door slams shut, and they are tossed back out into the hallway.
He has actually broken out into a cold sweat, and stands there trying to level out his breathing and his heartbeat. His hands take turns rubbing at his forearms like he's trying to wipe away the feeling of having something there.]
[ Damn. This is sure something! I know a bit about Jason so this makes sense, but Joonghyuk doesn't know shit. He can at least see Jason's reaction, which helps him subdue his own pooling unsettled and displeased emotions. Those chains used to fill him with endless hatred and rage, but he can't find it in him. Not after the sound of a child.
Still, Satan has to die, and he tries to open the door again despite the trauma laid upon them both. It stays locked this time, which earns a solid and loud kick from him. Dislike. ]
I should be asking you that.
[ He looks at him as he rubs his own wrists. You look like a mess. ]
Surprisingly, Jason reaches out to grab Joonghyuk briefly by the arm when the dude tries to get back in through the door. To, like, keep him from doing that stupid shit. He doesn't bother holding on or anything, though.]
Leave it. I'm not following your ass back through the door with Satan's asshole. [He's had ENOUGH.] You first, tough guy.
[ Hello? He is somewhat surprised by the touch, so he goes stiff before shaking it off. He isn't going to try breaking down the door and making it worse.
Joonghyuk... Stays silent... because Jason really says things. His lips press into a thin line when he's pressed. ]
[THEY ARE BOTH SO INSUFFERABLE. This really is the exact same energy he and Bruce have at all times. They just do not get along unless they are beating the shit out of someone else. Funny.
He turns away from Joonghyuk and keeps going, but... down the hallway of doors and not out of it.]
[ He sees him go down the hallway of doors like an IDIOT. Niah, who seemed to be waiting in the hallway, trails after Jason and boops his hand with his muzzle. This dog-sized sparkly wolf is trying to tell him to SLOW DOWN, but cutely.
Joonghyuk stays where he is, watching the other man just pace. ]
[Nooooooooooooooooooooo. WHY IS THERE A WOLF DOG?! The boop startles him at first, but then he just looks disgruntled at the fact he is a dog man and there is a dog-sized wolf. He has also stopped. To look at the sparkly wolf. Pup...]
You aren't interested in trading.
[The wolf came to him first, so he doesn't bother asking. He simply reaches out carefully to let the dog sniff him before giving some pets if it wants.]
[ Because Niah is luggage and he's here now. It looks like this has worked to Niah and Joonghyuk's favor. This wolf is black, but his fur sparkles like the starry sky. ]
If I wasn't, I wouldn't have mentioned it.
[ Niah sniffs his fingers and stays, deeming Jason not a threat (for now). ]
[Joonghyuk does not deserve a cute and cool wolf like this, Jason thinks, but he does not say this because the wolf has placated him momentarily. Don't just say FOR NOW. Wow.
[ Is he going to pet the dog? Niah is just here. If Jason doesn't, the wolf will gently bite his hand, making sure it doesn't hurt, and tug back a little. Away from the doors, fool!!
Also, that is bad, but he doesn't offer pity. ]
The tentacles and monsters were people from different worldlines, specifically the worlds I abandoned when I regressed. They turned into that. [ ... ] The chains are probably a metaphor.
[STOP, HE DID PET THE DOG! After being sniffed checked, he gave it some attention. DON'T BITE HIS HAND. He will just give it more attention to make up for the idea he didn't give it attention initially despite being a dog man.
It's fine, it's fine. He isn't going into anymore doors! (For now.)]
Sounds like a lot of mumbo jumbo. You regress in age, or do you mean regressed through time? Not a fan of the chains; I don't care if they're a metaphor.
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[WHY IS THE DEVIL HERE?! He hates this.]
Satan? I’m underdressed.
[Or overdressed maybe. He shoots Joonghyuk an incredulous look.]
No, I don’t want to be whipped. Touch me like that, and I’ll absolutely kill you without blinking.
[It’s funny how genuine he sounds about this. The joking tone in his voice is gone.]
Pick something else, you sin-god goat. [That’s okay. Mr. Satan points to… a little colorful box with a bow on it. Hehe.] Well, I don’t trust that.
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He doesn’t even get a chance to say anything because JASON KEEPS TALKING. ]
If you didn’t want that, then don’t joke about it.
[ Squints at the box. ]
We won’t get anywhere unless we do what this room wants.
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At first, it seems like he doesn’t intend to bother with the gift at all. It’s stupid. But he finally, begrudgingly, saunters toward it.
He gets maybe two feet from it before immediately halting. He stares at it, then into the middle distance off to the side like he’s… listening?
Then he takes one or two steps back without hesitation.]
Yeah, no. Absolutely not. Fuck you.
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What's supposed to be in it?
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Jason shoots Joonghyuk a glare, but it isn't exactly for Joonghyuk necessarily so much as it is about what's supposed to actually be in it.]
Something I'm going to hate.
[Reluctantly, he moves back for the box, reaching down to irritably scoop it up. Satan is pretty much like (aki voice) YEA YEA! in a go ahead sort of way, and Jason gives it the finger. He begrudgingly yanks on the bow to pull it off; the box kind of falls apart and drops to the ground, leaving Jason holding
a obnoxiously colored (green, purple, white, red) jack-in-the-box. Only... the top of the box has a little digital pad. It says 00:02:00. It's ticking! Haha. Frowning, Jason reaches up to give the handle one slow turn. The numbers on the pad change to 00:01:59. It starts counting down, so long as he turns the handle. A jolly little tingling melody plays.]
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The melody Does not help. His eyebrows furrow. ]
Let's hope it's quick. The song it plays is annoying.
[ Jingle, theme, this type of punishment. Bleh. ]
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[Very funny how the shoe is on the other foot now. He is so annoyed because he understands what this is in reference, too, and he doesn't think it's very humorous. Every time, he thinks it has been long enough for him to be over it. And every time, he finds out he's wrong.
He continues to reluctantly turn the handle of the box. He's almost paranoid it's going to pop before the timer reaches zero since that would be his luck. And also something this fucking clown would do. But it just keeps going, playing the God awful jingle.
He goes to 00:00:01 and sort of stops, fist gripped around the handle. He wonders if his punishment really will be it blows up. That's fitting, huh? Isn't this supposed to be hell, and isn't he meant to be punished for his own sin? A little weird Satan is getting off on something he had no control over.
Very slowly, he starts to push the handle around the last cycle. He can hear a mechanism sort of start clicking. He's pretty sure this is going to explode.
But instead, the top flies open, and a springy, terrifying creature pops out. While he doesn't fling himself away, it does jumpscare him, making his entire body tense all over. He grits his teeth and closes his eyes for a second against the tightness in his chest, and then he reaches up to strangle and rip the clown out of the box.]
Alright, fun's over. I'm going to beat the shit out of Satan.
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He's pensive... Thinking on what he saw. Jason's whole body reacted to this simple box, this punishment that set him off-kilter. For now, he doesn't comment on it. ]
How are you going to do that?
[ Devil shadows are cheering and the one they deem Satan is just floating around. ]
You're giving them too much power over you.
[ Satan who isn't Anna but now me throws something over to Jason. It unravels to be a large black door. It's ornate, sparkling like a starry sky... It gives off a primordial aura. Joonghyuk frowns deeply. ]
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Like this.
[He throws both pieces of the box down in opposite directions and starts stalking in Satan’s direction. It annoys him that Joonghyuk sounds exactly like Bruce. That is something Bruce would tell him. Something Bruce has. Because Jason is the live wire of the bunch. Hot headed and easily emotional.
And he is deadass going to throw fists with fake Satan in this stupid ass mental trauma door in this hotel.
But he stops when he gets tossed… a door? He glares at Satan. Points at his own eyes with two fingers, then points at Satan.
Then he glances at Joonghyuk.]
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At the bottom of this gate, a black liquid starts oozing out. ]
Open it.
[ They might as well get this over with, yet Joonghyuk doesn't want to approach it. ]
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He wants to tell Joonghyuk to open it if he wants it opened so bad, but there's no point. Begrudgingly, he gives up (for now) on stupid Satan and moves over to the black, starry void of a door. He's, like, careful of the weird goop coming out of it.
What the fck is that.]
If another clown jumps out, I'm going to stop being completely civil.
[He opens it.]
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It is weird starry goop. A very pretty sludge, but it feels like no one should be looking at it. ]
I'll stab it.
[ The last thing he wants is to get clowned during punishment. When Jason opens it, black tentacles burst out of the gate, wriggling and glitching at certain areas like they are not meant to be perceived. They launch and wrap around his wrists and ankles to yank him into different directions, whispering in a hiss as more sludge floods the platform. Hands reach out of the dark growing pool and the sludge takes a form similar to people, distorted and vengeful or sorrowful as they reach out to him. The murmurs are inaudible, even worse it's grating on the ears if one strains, but it can be sensed.
How could you forget us? How could you have abandoned us? You will be miserable for as long as you live. Live. Live. Live. ]
Never mind. We're killing that one.
[ SATAN HAS TO DIE ]
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But he is a tank, so he digs his feet and legs into the ground and uses his weight to make himself as immovable as possible.]
You could have agreed with me a little sooner, asshole!
[He bends his arms and makes an attempt to twist away.] Dammit, I didn't sign up for the hentai club. [NO TENTACLES.
BUT YES TO KILLING SATAN.]
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Don't call it that. That is not what this is.
[ There is a sound of crying child beyond the door... Then the door abruptly closes.
And they're kicked out of the room. Back in the hall now. ]
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[The second they become chains, Jason loses all sense of domestication and starts becoming totally feral for some strange(?) reason. There's still a lot of confident, trained fight in him, but his attempt to get away is slightly more chaotic.
The crying kid? Doesn't help at all. He thinks he's about to be unhinged forever until the door slams shut, and they are tossed back out into the hallway.
He has actually broken out into a cold sweat, and stands there trying to level out his breathing and his heartbeat. His hands take turns rubbing at his forearms like he's trying to wipe away the feeling of having something there.]
What the fuck was that?
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Still, Satan has to die, and he tries to open the door again despite the trauma laid upon them both. It stays locked this time, which earns a solid and loud kick from him. Dislike. ]
I should be asking you that.
[ He looks at him as he rubs his own wrists. You look like a mess. ]
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Surprisingly, Jason reaches out to grab Joonghyuk briefly by the arm when the dude tries to get back in through the door. To, like, keep him from doing that stupid shit. He doesn't bother holding on or anything, though.]
Leave it. I'm not following your ass back through the door with Satan's asshole. [He's had ENOUGH.] You first, tough guy.
[Explain the trauma.]
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Joonghyuk... Stays silent... because Jason really says things. His lips press into a thin line when he's pressed. ]
My story isn't free.
[ YOU FIRST, BITCH. god, they're insufferable. ]
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[THEY ARE BOTH SO INSUFFERABLE. This really is the exact same energy he and Bruce have at all times. They just do not get along unless they are beating the shit out of someone else. Funny.
He turns away from Joonghyuk and keeps going, but... down the hallway of doors and not out of it.]
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Joonghyuk stays where he is, watching the other man just pace. ]
We can trade.
[ Trauma for trauma. ]
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You aren't interested in trading.
[The wolf came to him first, so he doesn't bother asking. He simply reaches out carefully to let the dog sniff him before giving some pets if it wants.]
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If I wasn't, I wouldn't have mentioned it.
[ Niah sniffs his fingers and stays, deeming Jason not a threat (for now). ]
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He glances skeptically at Joonghyuk.]
A psycho killed me when I was a kid.
[But that's all he says.]
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Also, that is bad, but he doesn't offer pity. ]
The tentacles and monsters were people from different worldlines, specifically the worlds I abandoned when I regressed. They turned into that. [ ... ] The chains are probably a metaphor.
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It's fine, it's fine. He isn't going into anymore doors! (For now.)]
Sounds like a lot of mumbo jumbo. You regress in age, or do you mean regressed through time? Not a fan of the chains; I don't care if they're a metaphor.
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