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[He's going pretty bounce-happy with Wrinklefucker now that he's getting in the groove, brutalizing imps one after the other. He doesn't even notice that Dave gets cut the first time and he's using the skills he's honed in his real life and the hammer to take care of the smaller guys. An imp gets smashed here. Another one gets booted off the roof there. The hammer itself charges up and a large flare of green light overtakes the roof and obliterates a large wave of monsters before he pays attention to Dave again.]

Dude! [Dave are you bleeding, are you okay, where the fuck is Cal-bro because John's already zipping back to Dave's side for defense.] How do we beat that?

- I don't know! [ he doesn't even care about the cut, or any of the other cuts he may have gotten since. that's not the scary part. ] I never do!

[ and that isn't the scary part either? he's used to being resigned to a loss, always. what he's not used to is someone else having to take part in that loss. ]

I don't know how to change it! [ it's his nightmare, and he's never beaten it. hell, he's never even beaten bro, which is half as whatever as this weird amalgamation puppet thing. ] You have to try to wake up.

[ ...........because if he's here alone at least only he gets beat up? ]

[He gives him an incredulous stare, clenching his jaw and gripping the hammer tighter.]

And just leave you here? I do not think so! There has to be a way to break the cycle, Dave. It's just a dream. [...] If you wake up, we can both get out of here, I bet. [He moves suddenly, swinging Wrinklefucker and knocking another imp off of the roof.]

For once in your life will you please be a little less noble and a little more - [ he breaks off as he fucks up again, dodging some of bro-cal's stupid shuriken (why) but missing the follow up. it's not lethal so it gets nothing more than an annoyed noise as he shifts his sword to his other hand, deciding his left arm is a loss for the time being. ]

Fine, how the fuck do you wake someone up!

No. Whatever the fuck you are suggesting, the answer is no! We are doing this together. [There's a startled sound as Bro-Cal attacks again and he's ready to jump ahead but Dave's already hit. The situation's getting worse especially now that Dave's down an arm and he shakes his head frantically.]

Gee, I don't know, click your heels together? [It's sarcastic but he's scared and stressed, weighing the hammer in his hands.] There has to be something to jar you awake. Think awake thoughts? [He glances at the roof's edge though.] ...what if we jump?

Absolutely not. [ because that might kill john, if any of this sticks.

- but if he just has to wake up to get john out of here, and if they have to gamble with someone's life - ]

Close your eyes for a second.

[Uh. He looks uncertain again, gaze sharp and digging his heels into the ground.]

...Dave? [An uncertain tone, too.] What are you planning?

Do you trust me?

[ because he's not sure how long he can fend off a nightmare. ]

Just do it!

[Of course he does. He has to. He doesn't want to leave him alone, but this is Dave's head and maybe Dave would know best.

So there's no verbal answer before he shuts his eyes.]

[ 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.

not real. right. ]

[You know. Even with his eyes shut the sound of a sword impaling someone still makes a noise and he flinches. It doesn't give him enough time to open his eyes or even react before he feels himself suddenly jolting awake, scrambling to sit up and stare across the room to Dave's own bed.

He doesn't say anything until he sees Dave's hand move and even then...]

...Dave? [It's the only thing he says as he continues to watch him, already shifting like he's about to get up.]

[ his heart is racing but his breathing is already locked down and even, even as his hand slides up from his chest to press at his eyes under his shades.

john's awake. so that worked. thank god. ]

...What's up, buttercup? [ and dave's voice doesn't so much as waver, quiet and to all appearances calm in the dark of the room, though he's anything but. ]

[Jesus. Holy shit, that's...the nightmare was a lot, and he knows the thing is that the place was real. LOHAC. Dave had referenced LOHAC to him before when John was drunk and dizzy and curled around him, when they talked about past lives and not knowing how to remember things right. Is that what he dreams? Things he doesn't remember right.

His own breathing is quiet and a little shallow as he debates. You don't have those kind of nightmares for no reason and not for the first time he wonders what happened in their world to cause this kind of chaos. He watches him as best as he can in the dark before he shakes his head almost sadly.]

I'm getting up, okay? [He doesn't know why he's saying it. A warning, maybe, and he slides out of his bed and carefully crosses the room to settle on Dave's bed. He doesn't touch him or anything, simply sitting close by. It might be too dark to see, but his eyes are gray again. This is real.] ...I get to make the plans next time.

[ dave doesn't flinch away, at least. he stops moving his hand beneath his shades and looks up at john, chest still rising and falling in an unnaturally even rhythm with no variation. he's controlling his breathing pattern without question. ]

...What other choice was there with an unbeatable boss? It worked, right?

[ and it was better than jumping from the roof, because dave's nightmares have always had pain in them and if he could, he would spare everyone else the deaths he has felt a thousand times over.

he learned from the time jade had to watch him die. he told john not to look. ]

You didn't get hurt.

[That's not good. That really, really isn't good and he doesn't move closer but he refuses to move away either.]

So what, the answer was for you to take the hit instead? That is bullshit and you know it.

That is always gonna be the answer for that particular question, and it always has been.

[ john isn't allowed to have the suicide missions.

dave reaches up suddenly, left hand steady, and barely touches john's cheek below his eye. ]

- Your eyes were blue again.

You didn't even let me try. [It's a harsh whisper almost because he doesn't understand how things work yet. He doesn't understand the timelines or what Time players do and all he knows is that Dave took a sword for him and

oh. He doesn't move when Dave's hand comes up and he stares at him quietly, blinking slowly so he can see his very gray eyes instead.]

...it was just a dream. Things could have been different.

[ it's cool he doesn't realize dave also took a bomb for him at one point and attempted to cut rose out of the action but FAILED, that should be a fun realization. ]

...Not without risking you gettin' hurt. It's not like it hurts less in a dream, dude. At least, not that kind of dream.

[You mean the moment John goes completely ballistic when he remembers? Yeah. Yeeeeeah.]

...what exactly are you talking about? I...that is sort of my point, Dave. It does not seem even close to being fair that you would have to get hurt, too.

I...what? It wasn't a big deal. I can handle it.

[ doesn't like to, but he can, and prefers it to letting anyone else take the fall ever. ]

Honestly. No big.

I'm sure you can, but that does not really mean you should. [Like just to counter that point.] Do you dream stuff like that a lot...?

I should when you haven't!

[ his voice doesn't raise, but it's more emphatic. he's said enough before to make it clear that there are things waiting to be remembered that are worse than what john knows now, so. he's probably worried about that?

but even if john did remember, dave would have tried to take the fall alone.

he sits up after a second, dropping his hand from where it had been hovering. ]

...As far as dreams go, it was pretty mild. You just...could have gotten hurt.

[He doesn't jolt, exactly, but the response isn't what he expected and before Dave can fully bring his hand away John reaches out to grab it. He doesn't seem quite sure what to do with it after that so he settles for holding it for the time being.]

But I didn't. And you did. And that is still just as bad to me. Even if everything was just a dream and none of it was real I don't....[He takes a breath.] I want to fight next time. I'll get better. I didn't know I had a hammer?

[ there's a pause, but dave allows the hand holding. ]

Hammerkind. Yeah. You're - you were really strong. [ and it's hard to say if a powered up john would have been allowed to try to fight bro-cal or not.

there's an intense negative reaction to the mere thought, because bro shouldn't be allowed near anyone dave loves in any way, shape, or form. ]

I - you aren't meant to die. Okay?

..."were." [There's a shake of his head and he looks away, keeping Dave's hand anyway.] Look I am sorry I am not a god yet, I cannot use my hammer right and I cannot turn into the wind yet. But I know what you are implying.

[If John's not meant to die, Dave implies that he is and that's not a road he wants to travel yet. He knows this was just a dream but it says a lot of how Dave also thinks.] That's not happening. Not again. Okay? Please?

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warnings: dave's a moron and this plan involves dying

i cannot believe u

can't you

banned from the mod team bye?????

unbans self

rude

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