Memory Shares

[voidtreckermods]

An archive of the memories used in the Healing Waters Event.

Please note the content warnings at the top of each set of memories!

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Nita | Ace

[voidtreckermods]

Warnings: Body horror, bugs, torture
Themes: romance, torture, confusion, helplessness

Memory One You are stood on what seems to be the far side of the moon. You can breathe though, because of an environmental shield in place.

The fire bursts higher upward, and as it does, it finds a voice and roared with joy. Free, it cried. At last, at last!

Like everyone else on that crater-plain, you stand transfixed. You have never heard a more beautiful voice. It is warm; it is glad; it is fierce with incalculable power. And it is female.

If you could've spared breath for anything but wonder, you would've burst out laughing. Oh, Penn. Is this why you've always been trying so hard to impress the ladies? Or were you just overcompensating...?

But the urge to laugh leaves you as that impassioned and startling regard turns from the great company gathered around them to fix on you. You hold very still. You don't quite feel like a mouse under the eye of a hawk, but that fiery gaze is profoundly unnerving nonetheless.

One who sees, says the fiery shape—immensely grave, immeasurably joyous— take my thanks. Not until I was seen again could I be found. Not until I was found again could I be freed.

All you can think to do was bow: Who knows what the protocol was for this kind of meeting? If there even was any. “Elder sister,” you say, “go to your place, and go well.”

I go! the great voice cries. And the form of fire launches itself up into cislunar space, and then arcs around inward and makes for the Sun.

Memory Two You are on the moon again, or perhaps you are still on the moon. You are stood with a boy, he is taller than you with brown eyes. His voice is light as he teases. “The time when you charred all those pancakes?”

“Look, you know that was the burner, it's got a short in it somewhere, we need to—”

“Or the time after the Cull when you were freaking out on the dance floor?” So close. And the gold in his eyes... He is laughing now. “Or no, wait, I know, the time when—”

You turn around, grab him by the shoulders and kiss him.

Kit shuts up. His eyes go wide. Then they close.

Some seconds later you pull back and regard him with shivery satisfaction. “That worked,” you say.

“Uhh,” Kit says. It is the sound of someone who'd briefly forgotten how to talk. He opens his eyes, and then they widen again at the sight of something behind you.

“What?” you ask.

From behind you there comes a soft throat-clearing noise. Kit makes a face that suggests that you need to sort herself out and turn around.

You put a little air between yourself and Kit, and turn. Irina was standing there looking at you, jiggling her baby in his sling. Her parakeet is sitting on her head, looking behind her and far above at where that shape of fire had been.

“You know,” Irina says, “I don't know if we should let you participate in any more group projects. Things keep happening.”

You blush. “Look,” you say, “I'm sorry, everything sort of all came together and—”

“If you're sorry,” Irina says, “I'm not sure I understand why. The Simurgh has been missing for a long, long time; it's kind of nice to discover where it's been.”

Memory Three Of course, Nita chided herself. The guy wasn't trustworthy! She goes for her manual at her side and freezes, realisation widening her eyes as she realises it is gone. A skittering has her looking around, looking wary as the bugs ascending on her in the darkness.

“Is this really necessary?” This is a different voice. You aren't with Nita anymore, but instead, somewhere else. A corner of a Labyrinth coated with moss, with a breeze blowing through it that smelled of more than dank emptiness.

“Yes, dear Bobo, yes it is.” They are visiable now, two figures, neither looking quite there... One of them walks over to a tree stump and disappears.

Nita is there again, in a tunnel, trying not to full out panic as bugs swarm here. She tries the speech, tries spells and nothing works. She is powerless.

The scene changes again, and again. The not-quite-real figure moves through worlds, sometimes a person, sometimes a mouse, often though just a presence. They arrive at a dome, they punch the other figure, they seem lost, memories assailing them.

Nita is in pain, in agony. Her body swells and legs, extra legs appear from swollen flesh on her side.

Having fun yet, my dear?

For a moment there seems to be hope in Nita's voice, - you? Here? But howwhywhywhy thisisWRONG this is allwrong how are you here? Make it stop it hurts it Hurts BOBO MAKEITSTOP-

”Finally!” Back at the dome, Bobo sounds relieved, triumphant even but it was not to last. A quick glance to the side revealed something amiss - an orb that was entirely black.

“Nautilus?” they asked, casting their voice upward, to no response. They touch the sphere that contains no light.

Hello old friend.

The presence, Bobo seems to back away, not liking whoever this is.

Did you MISS me? The presence is pulled into the sphere. Nita's scream echo's as she begs for help.