Alala is pacing backstage at some kind of outdoor music festival. He's nervous, real nervous, and that's the reason for it. Don't worry, comes a smooth baritone voice, It's going to be fine. All you need to do... is sing. Alala pauses, shivering, the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end. He knows that's all he's got to do, but this is the first time he's doing it on this big of a scale. He’s performed at a few clubs here and there, small venues, but this different, bigger, …and he knows that the shit’s going to hit the fan.
"...yeah, I know." He mumbles under his breath to... no one in particular. Himself, really. A woman appears from off to the side to let him know that he'll be going on in five minutes. Alala promptly smiles, giving her an enthusiastic nod. "mKay!" But as soon as she's out of sight it drops and he sighs. He shuts his eyes, taking a few to psyche himself up. He can do this. He needs to do this.
It's showtime.
A few minutes later and Alala is bouncing out onto the stage, the music swelling as he starts to sing and dance. He performs spectacularly - putting on one hell of a fun show! Alala's dedicated fans are already gathered around the small stage, but it’s not long before he starts drawing even more of a crowd.
But that's when things start to get a little strange. Alala colored threads appear from the hearts of the people in the crowd, slithering toward and tethering to him. It starts out as just a couple, but then it’s almost everybody and Alala’s smile widens… and it’s hard to tell if he's about to lose his mind ( positive ) or lose his mind ( negative ).
It all becomes clear when the sky darkens - ironic - a demon manifesting overhead and pulling the threads through Alala, causing them to turn from pink&blue to black. Alala wavers when this happens, words slurring as he brings a hand to his face. A bit of necrosis like rot creeps out of the tattoo on his stomach which is about when he collapses, the music continuing to play… all of the threads becoming infected and causing an immediate panic. Screams rise above the song as tens of hundreds people drop.
It ends there… with Alala eventually waking in a hospital bed to a news report saying that hundreds of people got sick at the festival, with dozens even dying. Alala turns onto his side, pulling his knees up to his chest to stare at the wall, hysteric laughter turning into hysteric crying as the darkness appears and eventually descends on him like a blanket.
“…stay.” He murmurs to himself ( ??? ) as he twists his fingers in its thick & fleshy coils, tugging.
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memory 05 - concert.
"...yeah, I know." He mumbles under his breath to... no one in particular. Himself, really. A woman appears from off to the side to let him know that he'll be going on in five minutes. Alala promptly smiles, giving her an enthusiastic nod. "mKay!" But as soon as she's out of sight it drops and he sighs. He shuts his eyes, taking a few to psyche himself up. He can do this. He needs to do this.
It's showtime.
A few minutes later and Alala is bouncing out onto the stage, the music swelling as he starts to sing and dance. He performs spectacularly - putting on one hell of a fun show! Alala's dedicated fans are already gathered around the small stage, but it’s not long before he starts drawing even more of a crowd.
But that's when things start to get a little strange. Alala colored threads appear from the hearts of the people in the crowd, slithering toward and tethering to him. It starts out as just a couple, but then it’s almost everybody and Alala’s smile widens… and it’s hard to tell if he's about to lose his mind ( positive ) or lose his mind ( negative ).
It all becomes clear when the sky darkens - ironic - a demon manifesting overhead and pulling the threads through Alala, causing them to turn from pink&blue to black. Alala wavers when this happens, words slurring as he brings a hand to his face. A bit of necrosis like rot creeps out of the tattoo on his stomach which is about when he collapses, the music continuing to play… all of the threads becoming infected and causing an immediate panic. Screams rise above the song as tens of hundreds people drop.
It ends there… with Alala eventually waking in a hospital bed to a news report saying that hundreds of people got sick at the festival, with dozens even dying. Alala turns onto his side, pulling his knees up to his chest to stare at the wall, hysteric laughter turning into hysteric crying as the darkness appears and eventually descends on him like a blanket.
“…stay.” He murmurs to himself ( ??? ) as he twists his fingers in its thick & fleshy coils, tugging.