Mellohi, but the time is ticking away
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- Опубліковано 8 вер 2024
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Tw:Claustrophobia, derealization
Sitting in the prison for such a long time, it becomes claustrophobic. Time ticks away at your fingertips and the room seems to become smaller with each passing second, never close enough to squeeze you to death, but enough for it to feel suffocating.
There’s still rusts of blood on the floor and walls no matter how much you scrub. It’s boiling in the little cage and the lava flows endlessly. Your fingers, clothes and hair are singed from being too close. There’s the smallest artifact of another life that sat here with you.
Looking at the crusted blood, you can remember almost perfectly what happened on that day. The small piece of green fabric sits on the floor nearby it, ripped from his handkerchief. There seems to be blood still on your hands and a phantom of a body slumped in the corner.
You swear you can hear the screams through the bubbling lava, the impact of a skull crushing, the squelch of blood.
Time ticks by. You stare at the lava.
You can’t tell if the blood on your hands is yours or his.
How long has it been since that day?
It feels suffocating, like you’re on the verge of death, but you never quite reach it.
Is this what limbo is like?
wow wow wow, this is amazing :O
This is so cool man, thumbs up my guy
Limbo omg
OMFG!!! 😮😮😮😮
Is this a pov of Dream going into derealization after murdering Tommy?
*Oooo i get where the clock's from*
This edit feels like you're just waiting for the day to end so another one can start,
_until there are no days left._
dammit I love these, this is probably one of the best ones yet. the slow and distorted pace of the waltz, tempo recognized with the impending tick of a clock whom is sure to finally reach the moment it knows of and that allows it to emit such dread with each passing second
Thanks a lot! I'm really glad you like it!!! ♡
(This is a continuation of my other stories :D)
"Long live the revolution."
"Long live the revolution."
"Long live the revolution."
My time has been out.
I don't know who thought it was a good idea to keep everyone lined up on the shore but I'm back here again, standing on this empty, broken shore. Another 5 dead, me standing here, watching, waiting. The moment they realize I'm a fake, I'm dead. The water's pull on me is strong, but it does not hold my focus.
I am the only one who knows how to control my disease.
I am the only one who saw the traitor of us all, Essie.
And I am now, status or not, legally a kidnapper.
Lovely.
I roll my eyes as another one of us turns into a zombified shell of his strength and walks into the sea. Brown hair, green eyes, skin tanned by the days of a soldier; he's the most basic beach boy there is. At the very least he'll die in the sea. Like all of us, his life has been lived and now he must stay deep beneath the dark, blue ocean.
My instructor dismisses us and I turn away. Quickly, I turn, but not too quickly to be seen as one of them.
Tick tock.
Someone walks up to me. Curly blonde hair, deep brown eyes. He glances at me for half a second before his eyes widen in fear. I nearly stumble backwards. His expression changes without any whisper of concern left and his legs speed to my side. He looks just past me, I stare straight ahead. He's wearing a leather coat, for some odd reason, and I can feel the lip ring he has. His boots step on my right foot, as a display of my entrapment, or perhaps he's just unaware. He speaks softly, in whispers I can barely notice, but I've recognized the words he's said before they reach my ear.
"So you can control your disease."
Tick tock.
"Yes."
He laughs, a soft chuckle eerie of a child after they've made their two barbie dolls kiss, "how long will it be until you're found out?"
"Soon, if you can tell."
"I'm just very good at picking up on things," I feel him smile as he turns against my ear. "You're very good at hiding it and you're not the only one."
I sigh as he removes his boots and swings an arm around my shoulder, turning around in a semi-circle, "I assume you're one of us too?" I glance at his hand, which has black painted fingernails and a silver ring looped around his middle finger.
He turns my head to face him and I glare. "Take a wild guess," he spits out, gazing over the area to make sure no one's looking at us too hard. Everyone's left to go back to the main warehouse. "Smile a bit too, we don't need anyone sussing us both out."
"Kinda hard to do that."
He lets go of my face and starts walking backwards into the sea, pulling out a disc between two fingers, "how about this then," the waves hit his legs and the bottom of his coat gets lapped up by the cool water. He picks up a handful of sand, soaking his forearm in the salty blue. "I'm assuming you know Essie, correct? You know how she left our country in ruins trying to find a cure for her own."
I know where this is going, "yeah, she's currently in someone's basement right now."
"But she didn't succeed, right?" He's filtering the sand through his fingers now, he finds nothing and picks up another. He finds a sea snail and smiles.
I'm confused now, "well, no duh."
His psychopathic child laugh is back. He crushes the snail and walks back up to shore, smirking the entire time. "I always wondered why she was so attached to her theory," his eyes enlarge as he rambles. "A cure for people who spend their whole lives trying to drown themselves. Something so big and yet we, after all, are so, so small. But then I realized, I was one of those people. And I drowned myself too, stuck beneath the salty, ocean waves that go back and forth and back and forth."
I stared.
"You're probably wondering where I'm going with this, aren't you Lory? Aren't you desperate to understand?" His shrieks grow as he gets closer. "The deep blue is a curse, my friend. It's a treacherous, horrible curse. Sometimes, though, it's a blessing," he throws the snail into his mouth and chews, swallows, smiles.
"You asked if I was like you. You asked if I was still drawn to die beneath the sand, as you are. And sure, I was, Lory, sure I longed to fall beneath those waves. Sure I wished to die a sweet, watery death. The ocean can be a blessing though. Now? I'm just like you, only I don't feel that call at all."
"The cure is sea snails?"
He smiles and walks back to the warehouse, waving a hand goodbye behind him. "Tick tock, Lory. I hope you may find yourself below the ocean nicely, at the very least. Have fun trying to get a sea snail for yourself."
Tick tock.
Tick tock.
Tick. Tock.
Wow that's a great story!
How did i get here?
How did i sink this low?
Where did the glorious days go?
When were they again? About a year , yes. Something like that.
But I'm happy they are gone. Without a memory. Because that world. That was nothing of glory for me. But at least we were tied together. Goal kept us going. Through blood. Through dead . Through morals.
I need another drink.
Much better.
I guess there's no end to this. Because i cannot volunteer my freedom away. Freedom we all fought for , freedom i earned with bare hands going through the fire , ice , friends , leaving all of that behind. FOR WHAT? WHY DID WE START THAT REVOLUTION? IT WOULD HAVE BEEN BETTER FOR EVERYONE TO STAY BACK. NO NEED FOR THE DEAD PEOPLE. FOR THE world... we killed... i did.
Wheres another one?
I love how it sounds like its ticking
and the ticking seems to repeat
and the repeat makes you lose sense of when its gonna end
it sounds endless
it never ends
you're not free yet :)
But *WAIT* A second, *WHERE ARE WE NOW?* a *MALL* the clock... Stopped ticking
the ticking makes it feel like a sad time platforming level in a game really cool 👍
Oooooo this seems more sinister now that Techno’s stream for tomorrow is called “Jailbreak” it’s just ahhhh, great job though lavey :]
thanks a lot!!
@@via_automata :D
Bro why does this make me feel the everytime the cloak goes by a day is more closer to the day Dream will escape the prison
it will happen sooner than we think...
because it is
welp.
AHAH, well you see-
It’s been 345 days since he escaped. Almost a year… wow
[[Not dream smp related, sorry lol]]
TW: Mentions of blood.. Derealization (maybe? I don't know sorry :((( ).. Bad grammar shfshgh.. Talking abt going insane?
"You're insane"
The words kept repeating as
You woke up on the concrete floor,,
You looked around as you saw street lights flickering,,
"Am I going insane?-"
This wasn't home,
Home was different,
Where were you?
You looked around as you saw a huge clock tower,
Ticking slowly,
Ｔｉｃｋ， Ｔｏｃｋ， Ｔｉｃｋ， Ｔｏｃｋ，
As if you were going insane, which you probably were
As if reality was spiraling away from you,
As if space got darker,
As if blood got redder,
Ｔｉｃｋ， Ｔｏｃｋ， Ｔｉｃｋ， Ｔｏｃｋ，
It got louder,
You heard stomping,
A loud bang could be heard,
The street lights stopped,
You weren't alone
Ｔｉｃｋ， Ｔｏｃｋ， Ｔｉｃｋ， Ｔｏｃｋ，
The tower looked like it was getting taller,
The clock was mesmerizing,
Something wasn't right though,,
Could it be? The clock,, It was ticking backwards,
Ｔｉｃｋ， Ｔｏｃｋ， Ｔｉｃｋ， Ｔｏｃｋ，
What was happening here?
Why were you here?
The ticking of the clock slowly made you insane,,
"STOP STOP STOP-- I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!-"
Ｔｉｃｋ， Ｔｏｃｋ， Ｔｉｃｋ， Ｔｏｃｋ，Ｔｉｃｋ， Ｔｏｃｋ， Ｔｉｃｋ， Ｔｏｃｋ，Ｔｉｃｋ， Ｔｏｃｋ， Ｔｉｃｋ， Ｔｏｃｋ，Ｔｉｃｋ， Ｔｏｃｋ， Ｔｉｃｋ， Ｔｏｃｋ，Ｔｉｃｋ， Ｔｏｃｋ， Ｔｉｃｋ， Ｔｏｃｋ，Ｔｉｃｋ， Ｔｏｃｋ， Ｔｉｃｋ， Ｔｏｃｋ，Ｔｉｃｋ， Ｔｏｃｋ， Ｔｉｃｋ， Ｔｏｃｋ，Ｔｉｃｋ， Ｔｏｃｋ， Ｔｉｃｋ， Ｔｏｃｋ，Ｔｉｃｋ， Ｔｏｃｋ， Ｔｉｃｋ， Ｔｏｃｋ，Ｔｉｃｋ， Ｔｏｃｋ， Ｔｉｃｋ， Ｔｏｃｋ，Ｔｉｃｋ， Ｔｏｃｋ， Ｔｉｃｋ， Ｔｏｃｋ，
It got louder,,
Ｔｉｃｋ， Ｔｏｃｋ， Ｔｉｃｋ， Ｔｏｃｋ，Ｔｉｃｋ， Ｔｏｃｋ， Ｔｉｃｋ， Ｔｏｃｋ，Ｔｉｃｋ， Ｔｏｃｋ， Ｔｉｃｋ， Ｔｏｃｋ，
"STOP!!-" you screamed while sobbing on the floor,,
You couldn't take it anymore
"Tick. Tock."
Said the clock.
You close your eyes
As if nobody heard your cries
Of course they didn't, You are alone
The ticking of the clock was almost monotone,
Now you knew for sure,,
Insane people can't be cured.
~Black Sheep
Ohh wowww this is really good!
Ah yes more mellohi content 🛐
Hehe >:) I'm glad you like it!! ♡
That's real every uptade Minecraft do C418 get slowly ruined in the history of Minecraft but we still love him too much more than Lena Raine and the others
my travels of the disc men have continued
trying to find more of what happens later....
in secret i am making a minecraft series that will show flshbacks of the disc men and many more
Nothing is scarier than a man with nothing left to lose.
It’d be interesting if the song was speeding up a lit bit every sec
Drowning insane
IT'S *TIME* FOR A KARL JACOBS STORY! LESGO! Oh also slight tw because there's gonna be blood mentions and such.
Karl somberly sat in The Other Side. He couldn't return home at this point. The Karl that was back at home with amnesia was different from the Karl that sat in the Other Side. The one in the Other side was the real Karl.
Karl sat in the Other Side, held in place by pitch black chains. All his mind was doing was replaying memories of all the different timelines he's been to and all his deaths in these timelines. He then placed a hand on his burned face, scars from the only death that took one of his lives away. He remembered the pain from all his deaths. The stabbing and blood from the butler, stabbing from Ranbob... but the explosion death he suffered to frame Eret all those years ago was the only death that scarred him.
Karl soon found himself screaming and crying for Sapnap and Quackity as painful and bloody memories swarmed his mind...
This is amazing!
Thank you so much! ♡
The last moments before Insanity and Chaos arise.
I WANNA MAKE A STORY BUT IM NOT REALLY PAYING ATTENTION TO THE LORE LATELY SO DONT BLAME ME
this one is based on my au too :)
TW: Death, Derealization, Memory Loss, and a few mentions of dying and cursing
_It has been god knows how many days after Dream k!lled Tommy. He really does not feel remorse at all, neither miss him. he was the one messing with his plan to take over the server_ *again* _after all. but, why did he kill him? was Tommy's annoyingness made him snap already?_
_well,_ *no.*
_Dream was once a friend of Tommy, then boom, he started L'manberg more that 13 years ago. He was really opposed to the idea to make L'manberg a independent country away from the grasps of Dream's control of the SMP._
*Tommy, no. For the last time I will not approve of it.*
*But why though?! You must have a reason to not make it independent!*
*Tommy- just no. it's for the sake of the server and the people in it.*
*Yeah right d!ckhead. Sake of the people?! You're the one not approving of ME AND WILBUR'S L'MANBERG! LIKE YOU CARED FOR US TOO NOW?*
*THATS NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE-*
*IT IS PROBABLY WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE. I WILL MAKE SURE THAT OUR COUNTRY IS INDEPENDENT EVEN IF IT MEANS* _KILLING YOU._
*killing Dream.*
_But how could one possibly be able to kill him? He IS at the same level as Technoblade after all._
*YOUR THE ONE WHO FKING LEFT ME*
*I DID NOT. YOUR THE ONE FORCING ME TO MAKE L'MANBERG INDEPENDENT THAT DAY!*
*BECAUSE I WAS DOING WHAT NEEDS TO BE DONE- HEY!*
_just returning the favor. you kill me? yeah. sure. but I'm will be the one doing it instead._
*he killed Tommy.*
_He saw his body on the floor. Regretting what he has done. Bloody and Full of bruises._
*He was the one at fault.*
_He kept dreaming about him. Tommy just tormenting him in his own dreams. He sat on the cold, Obsidian floor._
*It was my fault.*
*I'm the one who's guilty.*
*I'm sorry..*
:)
as I said this was based on my au that Dream literally mumbles about regretting what he did to Tommy, Mumbling that he's sorry everyday
This, and all the others in this playlist want to make me write a story so bad aslfkgjjqnwnc
You fall down into a endless hole, with just a clock... Time is flying past... Nothing is visible, except that dame clock...even once you left the world.. . The clock keeps ticking, intill eventually..everything goes quite, the world was deleted
WOOOO LEAGO TJATA SOO COOL
thank you so much!!!
*[TW:suiced thoughs, death, character slowly going insane(?) and english mistakes(sorry). DSMP + DSMPSONA and headcanons]*
Ema tries and tries to get out of the white palece she tries to not follow the orders of that place that is taking slowly taking her sanity away *like how that place did to her father*
*A song start to play*
But never work if the books in the chests says: "Go in that way" she has to go there she has no choice The Inbetween is stronger than her The InBetween is stronger than any Timetraveler that the palece forcely takes away from their times just to feed themselfs with the Timetravelers: *Sanity, Life ... And Memories*
*The song starts to get audible*
Ema ask herself how? How she knows what The Inbetween is doing with her? She was the only Timetraveler that knows about this?
*The song starts to get louder*
Ema ask herself why? Why she have this powers being a humanoid plant was enough she didn't need that powers never needed, yes this powers help her scape from dead but now she wants death to come
*the song is getting a lot more loud*
She ask why The Inbetween choose her to be they food source? And why The Inbetween choose to slowly take her sanity away? And not her memory or her life
*The song is sounds like a clock slowly ticking*
And why they take her away from her time just to put her in another?
*TICK*
Well the last one in her vision was the only good thing that happend to her the time and the place that she was send was... Peacefull. *Well before the blond child came it was*
*TOCK*
She walks for a while in the giant white castle and in front of her walking just like her someone that she know. Karl Jacobs
*TICK*
He looks empty. Ema tries to talk but he didn't hear her after all her voice didn't come out and even when he came to her Karl just ignores like he didn't see Ema *and he really didn't*
*TOCK*
Ema sighs and just keep walking remebering the recent acts that she comit
*TI-*
Number 1. Watch (probably divorce) of the three fiancés but not for very long after all she needed to help her friend with something
*The song is going away*
Number 2. Help Purpled to betray Quackity, Ema never cared about him but she cared about Purpled so she didn't mind help the alien and Ema also didn't mind to push the half slime into the lava
*The song is almost, almost, almost over*
She got to admit it was sad to watch the slime death but Ema have one question about it *That's was sad but... Why should i care?"*
*The song is almost, almost ending*
And number 3. Helping Techno to break out Dream out of the prison, well she didn't "help" but she spawn the withers with Niki no one have see Ema she drink a invisible potion after all and when she discovery that Ranboo died..... *She have never wanted to kill someone so bad*
*The song is almost in the end*
Ema was thinking so much that she didn't realizes that she is not even in The Inbetween anymore and yes in a little village, after some seconds she hears a scream coming from a bar, she sighs:
*The song is over*
*"Time to solve a random person problem"*
Oh wow! This is really good omg ♡♡
@@via_automata thank you
this hits different after todays lore D:
(great video tho!)
Thank you so much!! And yes, I agree :0
could i ask what static type sound effect you used for the cat disc?
I used old VHS tape scratch sound
@@via_automata thank you!
No problem!!
HII LAVEY! :D
Hello!
Ayooo I was here for the premiere ✌
Ayy, same
yaayy ;>
same it was great
im cool
u are cool
@@via_automata ty, ty
Where'd my comment go?
no idea :'( it's not even in "held for review"