"splat"
"splat"
"splat"
Aoto opened his eyes only to see that his body was kneeling down in a pool of blood on top of a body with its head smashed, and scattered all along the floor.
Aoto: What's this? What's going on? Aoto asked with a concerned face and weary tone.
His hands, cold and wet, were soaked in the blood of whoever he was above, and the face was so smashed that any details were completely unrecognizable.
"Drip"
"Drip"
Blood dripped off his hands and fell into the pool, becoming one of the millions of other drops. The pool began to extend farther and farther out.
Aoto tracked the pool's extension with his eyes, until it combined with another.
Looking at the blood, he realized that there were multiple bodies, all with the same look, all unrecognizable.
The pool slowly began to combine with each body's pool until the floor was covered in a pool of blood.
Aoto stood up, not listening to Soma's words.
Soma: Aoto don't do anything rash.
It wasn't you.
It wasn't you.
His words became muffled to Aoto, who was occupied with his surroundings. Aoto was trying to wipe his hands clean of the blood, which he rubbed off on his pants; this only ended up causing the blood to spread.
Aoto: It's not going away?
Why won't it rub off? Aoto said on the verge of tears.
Why haven't I woken up yet? Wasn't Chema supposed to send me back to Garius?
Aoto couldn't handle the pressure of what he saw, so he acted oblivious, pretending as if it were still in his mind and that it was "All a bad dream".
He wanted it to be a bad dream that would seemingly end when he woke up, so he tried to wake himself up.
Aoto began banging his head along the hard brick floor stained crimson red.
"Thump"
"Thump"
Over and over, he banged his head going up and right back down, slamming it along the floor.
As time went on, his temple started to bleed, mixing his own blood in with the pool's, all the while he yelled "WAKE UP, WAKE UP".
His screams were for no one to hear; he wouldn't be waking up because he was already awake. This was reality, and Aoto refused to accept it.
The halo around Aoto's head began slowly fading from the blood's overwhelming color. Soma continued to cry out for Aoto to stop, but it seemed like he would end up killing himself if it went on.
"Splat"
"Splat"
"Sploosh"
Aoto's temple had softened, from repeated hits, blood ran down his nose and under his eyes, making him look feral.
Soma: Aoto, please stop this.
Your body can't last much longer without using the elixir.
Aoto stopped hitting himself and became as still as a statue.
Aoto: elixir? What are you saying?
Soma: Good, you've stopped. Sound won't let you die, at least not until he finds a new host, which means if you get too hurt, he'll replace what you've lost with the liquid.
Aoto: So I can't make this pain go away?
Soma: No, you can't.
Aoto dropped into the pool and spiraled, wallowing in his own mistakes.
Trying to get Aoto back up and face his challenges, Somas' words fell short, still failing to reach Aoto's ears.
-Sounds point of view during Aoto's time in the library-
Sound: Finally, I'm in control, I wonder how much time I'll get in this body, with Aoto stuck in that Library with Chema.
Ughhh
That boy just gives me the creeps
Sound had swapped with Aoto's body, covering it in black, making Aoto appear just as Soma did in the sea.
Sound spoke aloud, for everyone to hear, carrying Aoto's voice, but in the background.
Curator: What do we have here? Is someone trying to stay awake? Garius, is that you or is it your boy?
He waves his hand, gesturing for the slaves to check up on the cages."
The slaves grabbed gas masks, placing them over their noses and mouths, and began walking towards the cage.
Slave 1: Who's awake?
Slave 2: Boy, is that you?
Sound began to mimic Aoto's voice, "Stop, don't come any closer or else"
Slave 1: Don't come any closer. Cocky are you?
Slave 2: What's gonna happen if we do?
Sound continued to egg on the slaves, "You'll be in a world of hurt."
The slaves stood in confusion at what they were hearing, wondering how they should punish him.
Curator: What are you still doing standing around, MOVE!? He said in an angered tone.
The slaves moved in closer to Aoto's cage.
The fog had made the air so thick you couldn't see through, making Sound invisible, while hiding in the mist.
Slave 2: What's this liquid on the floor? It looks like it's coming from the cage.
Slave 1: Boy did you piss your self, HA HA HA I knew you were all talk, Sir you seeing this.
Curator: Yes, it's hilarious, the boy soiled himself. Now handle your job and KNOCK HIM OUT.
Slaves: Sorry, boss.
The liquid from the cage seeped further, reaching the Curator's feet.
Grabbing the bars of the cage, the slaves knelt down to open the door, preparing to take Aoto out and knock him out outside of the cage.
Slave 1: Come here.
"Slit"
"Splat"
Slave 1: AGH ARGH ARGH AGHH turning about, he reached his arm out for help from the other slave, but it was no use.
Both had their stomachs sliced open.
Falling to the ground holding their stomachs, the slaves' intestines fell out of their bodies and onto the ground.
The Curator, seeing this, was left in utter horror.
Curator: What? What?
WHAT THE F**K JUST HAPPENED.
Sound: You think that you can contain me? How insolent, kneel before me.
A pressure surged over the Curator, forcing him to fall on his knees, realizing that it was no longer Aoto in control, he began to beg.
Curator: Please don't do this, Please, please, please
Sound began to raise his hands
WAIT WAIT WAIT
Reaching out as far as he could, Sounds arm stopped right above The Curator's head.
Sound: You may leave here, but do not tell anyone what you saw here today, understand.
The Curator nodded his head and got up immediately rushing out towards the door but before he could reach the knob, he felt a sharp pain in his chest.
Looking down at his chest, the Curator saw a spear piercing him from the back, going through his chest.
The liquid that had seeped through the floor condensed into a spear and shot straight towards the Curator's heart.
Slowly turning around, the Curator saw Sound standing before him, smiling, with an evil grin.
Sound: Thinking that you could cage me and leave with you're like how disrespectful, may you rot in the abyss.
UGH HOW BORING IS THIS.
There's no one around to punish or entice to follow me.
Trying to find something to cure his boredom, noticed in the cage beside the one that held him was a body lying unconscious.
Sound: And who might you be?
Grabbing around in the cage, he felt a hand and began to pull it towards him, dragging the body out of the cage and only the blood-soaked floor.
GARIUS, oh what a pleasant surprise, I wonder why or how you and Aoto ended up in this situation.
Never mind, regardless of how bout we get you out of here.
Sound opened a Gate and, picking up Garius' body, placed him over his shoulder, carrying him across the void until he conjured up an exit.
Walking through, he placed Garius' unconscious body back in the Black Wyvren, tucked into his room's bed.
Sound: Now that I've handled that, let's see what to do.
Thinking about what he should do, Sound decided to head back to the Curators for fun.
Back in the palace, Sound began to drag each body, forming a circle, then, standing in the middle, he came up with a heinous idea.
Sound talked to himself in a psychotic tone: You know what I haven't heard in a while.
MUSIC
How bout we play the drums?
Climbing on top of the first body, he balled his hands forming a fist, then raising each hand one by one, he began to beat on the faces of each body.
"Bump"
"Bump"
"Bump"
Sound: Oh, what a beautiful melody. I LOVE THIS RHYTHM
His hands became coated in a thick layer of each other's blood until each one's face was completely unrecognizable.
Sound: This is so much fun!
"Click"
Damn and it was just getting interesting.