This is just a sea of clacking heels and stomping boots. Swishing skirts and hems of pants. It's impossible to see where to go, and the scene dodges in and out, a breathless race away from certain death. Music thumps out from up above, and it's headache inducing, terrifying, but identifiable as Garth Squonks after a few moments. The objective here is clear. Whoever this memory belongs to has to get to safety. It's the last remaining member of its race and it has to survive the night. Urgency pulses through the creature, (because it's clear that this is a creature, a very small one, with a jingle bell on its little green hat.) It just wants to get to the other side of the gym. It doesn't know if it can. "Naughty." It whispers to itself, and the time to spread that message will come soon, but that time is not just yet. It will come. In time. But first, it needs to survive. "Naughty, Naughty, Naughty." Onward.
Projectiles start falling from the sky. Or, well, from careless teens' hands and pockets, but it doesn't know that. Glimpses upward reveal exactly when this is, but feet stomp down too quickly to ever let anyone gain their bearings. To make it more complicated, still, projectiles begin to fall down, careless, from the giant teens above. Roses the size of boulders threaten to sweep the elf over, but it dodges. A lily of the valley sprig knocks it down for a moment, but it springs back up, and (creative), holds it over its head instead. The flowers are like bells.
Bells. Yes. It knows bells. It can deal with bells.
Its foot becomes stuck in something, and so will anyone else's if they don't watch out. Sticky. Sugar. A loud sigh of dismay from the elf, raising to a soft scream when three candy hearts roll by, Indiana-Jones-boulder style. The first bears the message TXT YR MOM. The second, blue, seems to proclaim LUV IS BLIND The third, which the elf leaps behind states only LIE 2 ME. But it doesn't have to lie to anyone. Because it's survived. Only then does the elf's back strike up against stone, and there's a wall of safety.
MEMORY: Sleigh Bells Ring
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This is just a sea of clacking heels and stomping boots. Swishing skirts and hems of pants. It's impossible to see where to go, and the scene dodges in and out, a breathless race away from certain death. Music thumps out from up above, and it's headache inducing, terrifying, but identifiable as Garth Squonks after a few moments. The objective here is clear. Whoever this memory belongs to has to get to safety. It's the last remaining member of its race and it has to survive the night. Urgency pulses through the creature, (because it's clear that this is a creature, a very small one, with a jingle bell on its little green hat.) It just wants to get to the other side of the gym. It doesn't know if it can. "Naughty."
It whispers to itself, and the time to spread that message will come soon, but that time is not just yet. It will come. In time. But first, it needs to survive. "Naughty, Naughty, Naughty." Onward.
Projectiles start falling from the sky. Or, well, from careless teens' hands and pockets, but it doesn't know that. Glimpses upward reveal exactly when this is, but feet stomp down too quickly to ever let anyone gain their bearings. To make it more complicated, still, projectiles begin to fall down, careless, from the giant teens above. Roses the size of boulders threaten to sweep the elf over, but it dodges. A lily of the valley sprig knocks it down for a moment, but it springs back up, and (creative), holds it over its head instead. The flowers are like bells.
Bells. Yes. It knows bells. It can deal with bells.
Its foot becomes stuck in something, and so will anyone else's if they don't watch out. Sticky. Sugar. A loud sigh of dismay from the elf, raising to a soft scream when three candy hearts roll by, Indiana-Jones-boulder style. The first bears the message TXT YR MOM. The second, blue, seems to proclaim LUV IS BLIND The third, which the elf leaps behind states only LIE 2 ME. But it doesn't have to lie to anyone. Because it's survived. Only then does the elf's back strike up against stone, and there's a wall of safety.