[ great cool that's maybe a poor life choice but dave figures out this much: dreams tend to end when you hit the end of them. and john said jar you awake and there's one obvious and easy way to combine the two concepts. and this can't be real, can it, because his sense of time is all over the place and bro-cal never existed, or these smuppet things, and john's eyes are blue here.
so as soon as he glances over and doesn't see blue, dave drops his sword and blocks the next blow from bro's supposedly unbreakable anime katana (he remembers it did break, once, but that wasn't bro's sword) with himself.
his fight or flight reaction has been fucked for years (months?) and he's hardwired at this point to choose options that do not give his own life any inherent value when compared to the people who actually matter and there's just a quiet intake of breath as he deals with the sword sliding through his chest before the world shatters to pieces.
the remembered pain of being impaled with a sword (and he's lived that memory before, remembers waking up after dying) with the nightmare bro-cal staring into his shaded eyes from a centimeter away with goddamned soulless puppet eyes is enough to wake dave up and throw him back into being awake.
it was possibly the worst possible method to take but. when he does wake up it's all at once and without any noise, though his hand immediately goes to his chest where the sword had gone through moments before.
warnings: dave's a moron and this plan involves dying
so as soon as he glances over and doesn't see blue, dave drops his sword and blocks the next blow from bro's supposedly unbreakable anime katana (he remembers it did break, once, but that wasn't bro's sword) with himself.
his fight or flight reaction has been fucked for years (months?) and he's hardwired at this point to choose options that do not give his own life any inherent value when compared to the people who actually matter and there's just a quiet intake of breath as he deals with the sword sliding through his chest before the world shatters to pieces.
the remembered pain of being impaled with a sword (and he's lived that memory before, remembers waking up after dying) with the nightmare bro-cal staring into his shaded eyes from a centimeter away with goddamned soulless puppet eyes is enough to wake dave up and throw him back into being awake.
it was possibly the worst possible method to take but. when he does wake up it's all at once and without any noise, though his hand immediately goes to his chest where the sword had gone through moments before.
not real. right. ]