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dreamcrystals2022-09-09 09:02 pm
stillarhino) wrote in dreamcrystals2022-09-09 09:02 pm
open 💀 first recording | passive dream
Sender: Beat
To: Everyone
Subject: Passive Dream Recording
Warnings: Some spoilers for the OG The World Ends With You.
Whenever this time of the year came around, a sense of dread would bubble up deep within him. It would start in his stomach and slowly make its way up to his throat, settling itself there. It was uncomfortable and no matter what he'd do to try to gulp it down, it remained stuck.
This day was no different.
Beat seems to be a few years younger, wearing a slouchy beanie with a skull sewn onto it, his hair pulled back and tucked underneath it. His usual headphones are absent from his head. He’s dressed in a school uniform, but his surroundings do not depict him to be in any such place.
Instead, he wanders Shibuya aimlessly—riding down the streets of Dogenzaka on his skateboard, perusing new albums available in Tower Records, even just hanging out at the convenience store by the Moyai statue. Everywhere but where he was supposed to be.
He reaches into his pocket to pull out his phone, navigating his way to the unread message from someone named “Rhyme”.
A moment passes before he types up a reply:
His message was cold and he knows it deep down. But he sends it anyway, tucking his phone away before he continues loitering about the city.
By nightfall, he finds himself staring up at a modest two-story home, standing just outside its gate. He doesn't know how much time has passed since he's gotten here, but he lets out a sigh, steeling himself for what was to come. The gate’s hinges creak slightly as he pushes it open, a plaque on the gate reading the family name “Bito”.
The lump in his throat still remains.
It isn’t before long that he finds himself standing in front of a Japanese man, dressed in business attire, his tie loose around his neck after a long day at work. To his side sits a rather tall woman with blond hair, an apron draped in front of her dress. He’s filled with dread once again, the pit in his stomach growing larger and deeper as a tightness begins to form in his chest.
Beat reaches out and hands over a card toward them. On it are his grades for the semester. They are well above the passing grade, but nothing spectacular. He knows they’re nothing spectacular. He knows he isn’t anything spectacular. Not in their eyes.
The expression on his face is hard to read as they go over his grades and Beat hasn’t said a single word throughout. His lips remain a straight line and his eyes appear to be downcast. Is it apathy? Is it fear?
He opens his mouth, ready to put himself down, ready to fight them. That’s how it always is after all.
“Good job, son.”
The words catch in his throat before they could leave him. Beat’s eyes widen and his mouth hangs open, staring at them. They look back at him with proud smiles on their faces.
“You did well, Daisukenojo,” said the man.
Beat recoils when he hears the name but doesn’t say anything at first. He continues to stare at them for a moment longer, dumbfounded by the turn of events. “Are you two serious?” he finally asks. His usual manner of speech is missing, but the same inflections and brash tone of his voice remain.
“Of course we’re serious.” This time it’s the woman who speaks, looking back at him incredulously. “You did your best, didn’t you? As long as you do that, we couldn’t be any prouder of you.”
The man stands from his seat and walks to Beat, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Let’s eat out tonight to celebrate, all four of us. How does hot pot sound?”
Beat looks at the man, then the woman. Finally, the surprise on his face disappears and he lets out a laugh. His voice almost cracks when he speaks. “Yeah, hot pot sounds great, dad.”
He hears a quiet ring of a bell nearby. Turning towards the source, he sees a young girl with blonde hair and blue eyes smiling at him, a bell pendant hanging from a leather strap around her neck. He smiles back at her, blinking back the tears that begin to pool at the edge of his eyes.
And then he wakes.
To: Everyone
Subject: Passive Dream Recording
Warnings: Some spoilers for the OG The World Ends With You.
Whenever this time of the year came around, a sense of dread would bubble up deep within him. It would start in his stomach and slowly make its way up to his throat, settling itself there. It was uncomfortable and no matter what he'd do to try to gulp it down, it remained stuck.
This day was no different.
Beat seems to be a few years younger, wearing a slouchy beanie with a skull sewn onto it, his hair pulled back and tucked underneath it. His usual headphones are absent from his head. He’s dressed in a school uniform, but his surroundings do not depict him to be in any such place.
Instead, he wanders Shibuya aimlessly—riding down the streets of Dogenzaka on his skateboard, perusing new albums available in Tower Records, even just hanging out at the convenience store by the Moyai statue. Everywhere but where he was supposed to be.
He reaches into his pocket to pull out his phone, navigating his way to the unread message from someone named “Rhyme”.
Are you coming home soon?
A moment passes before he types up a reply:
ill head home when i feel like it
His message was cold and he knows it deep down. But he sends it anyway, tucking his phone away before he continues loitering about the city.
By nightfall, he finds himself staring up at a modest two-story home, standing just outside its gate. He doesn't know how much time has passed since he's gotten here, but he lets out a sigh, steeling himself for what was to come. The gate’s hinges creak slightly as he pushes it open, a plaque on the gate reading the family name “Bito”.
The lump in his throat still remains.
It isn’t before long that he finds himself standing in front of a Japanese man, dressed in business attire, his tie loose around his neck after a long day at work. To his side sits a rather tall woman with blond hair, an apron draped in front of her dress. He’s filled with dread once again, the pit in his stomach growing larger and deeper as a tightness begins to form in his chest.
Beat reaches out and hands over a card toward them. On it are his grades for the semester. They are well above the passing grade, but nothing spectacular. He knows they’re nothing spectacular. He knows he isn’t anything spectacular. Not in their eyes.
The expression on his face is hard to read as they go over his grades and Beat hasn’t said a single word throughout. His lips remain a straight line and his eyes appear to be downcast. Is it apathy? Is it fear?
He opens his mouth, ready to put himself down, ready to fight them. That’s how it always is after all.
“Good job, son.”
The words catch in his throat before they could leave him. Beat’s eyes widen and his mouth hangs open, staring at them. They look back at him with proud smiles on their faces.
“You did well, Daisukenojo,” said the man.
Beat recoils when he hears the name but doesn’t say anything at first. He continues to stare at them for a moment longer, dumbfounded by the turn of events. “Are you two serious?” he finally asks. His usual manner of speech is missing, but the same inflections and brash tone of his voice remain.
“Of course we’re serious.” This time it’s the woman who speaks, looking back at him incredulously. “You did your best, didn’t you? As long as you do that, we couldn’t be any prouder of you.”
The man stands from his seat and walks to Beat, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Let’s eat out tonight to celebrate, all four of us. How does hot pot sound?”
Beat looks at the man, then the woman. Finally, the surprise on his face disappears and he lets out a laugh. His voice almost cracks when he speaks. “Yeah, hot pot sounds great, dad.”
He hears a quiet ring of a bell nearby. Turning towards the source, he sees a young girl with blonde hair and blue eyes smiling at him, a bell pendant hanging from a leather strap around her neck. He smiles back at her, blinking back the tears that begin to pool at the edge of his eyes.
And then he wakes.
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[ not that Mammon has actually looked around for one. He has been rather fortunate to have one of his brothers appear with him, and its the brother that cooks too. ]
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[Beat immediately makes his way towards the markets, figuring that was the best place for them tk start as any.
As they walk, he does glance toward Mammon.]
So this a thing you do a lot? Grab a bite with people you jus' met?
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[ It's his dumb "aloof" way of saying Beat's dream kinda sparked dumb emotions in him and it made him want to help. ]
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Food's 'sactly the distraction I need, man. It's usually that or skatin' 'round on my board but I ain't got that here yet.
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Yo, I'm totally down for that! Been actually workin' on makin' 'em here. Can prob'ly put one together for ya when we get all the parts we need for it.
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[ Jack of all trades pretty much. ]
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Asked about it 'bout a month back so I got others lookin' for parts. The smithy's workin' on the trucks and we pretty much got wood for the board. Small's stuff's pretty easy but I'm still on the hunt for wheels that'd work for a board. That one ain't been easy to find.
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Ain't thought 'bout using crystals for wheels. Figured that kinda thing would just break 'cause they crystals, y'know? What makes ya think they gonna work for skateboard wheels?
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[ And shiny... ]
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Ain't thought 'bout it like that. You right, a board like that would be hella dope, yo! I'mma remember that.
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Hold up, d'you smell that?
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[ Mammon shuts both his eyes and his mouth for a moment while sniffing around the air like he was some kind of animal. ]
Hey yeah... what is that?
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That smells like hotdogs or somethin', right? From a convenience store? I think it's this way—
[Not even waiting for Mammon, Beat starts dashing towards the smell. When Mammon starts running, he might notice that he's moving faster than usual with the help of Beat's soundsurf ability.
It's not long before Beat stops, standing in front of the building where the smell is coming from. But despite the familiar smell of a convenience store, the exterior looks anything but.
The sides of the door frame are in the shape of soda bottles, with an arc of noodles adorning the top. The glass seemed translucent, seemingly made out of a gummy material instead of actual glass. This was way too fantastical than any other convenience store Beat has seen before, and Shibuya had a knack for being pretty out there already.]
Ain't ever seen a store like this before. [Which should scream danger but the smell is oh-so-enticing...] Aight, I'm headin' in. How's 'bout you?
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When Beat spoke up again Mammon quickly shoved his hands into his pocket to try and regain some of that "cool" look of his. Yep. Totally nailed it. ]
Well duh. You're gonna eat it all if I don't follow!
[ Danger?? Who cares about danger when there's this delicious smell in the air. ]
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And just as strange as it had been outside, the inside on the other hand looked exactly like one would expect from a convenience store albeit a little dated. The smell from earlier had been from the hotdogs being heated over a griller, mixing the broth for oden over by another corner. Aisles were lined with all sorts of junk food and drinks. And more importantly, curry cup noodles, exactly what the two had been hunting for.]
Yo, I think you an' me jus' hit the jackpot.
[There's an undeniable sparkle in Beat's eyes as he says that.]