i. let it snow [cw: near drowning and reference to gun violence, death, suicidal ideation]
[When Shinjiro finds himself in the lake, he's not actually shocked, not at first. He can't breathe and his lungs burn from it, and he's so, so cold -- but it's not wrong. This is the way he remembers it, before he woke up in the house with the creepy pictures with everything all healed up. Everything burned then, too, blood spilling out like lava through the bullet wounds in his gut and back. This was how it should be.
He barely registers that he's in water rather than a dingy alleyway in Japan, and he takes the pain to assume the hallucination of this place is fading at last, and he can finally be done. He's so, so tired, and his eyes feel so heavy, and --
--Something grabs at his foot, shattering that almost peaceful sort of surrender, and it flips awake something in him, a survival instinct not yet completely smothered out as it registers for the first time he's... in a lake?? Under the ice, at that, and though he's grown weaker in the moments he failed to react, he's still close enough to the surface to thrash and struggle, and the ice around him breaks just enough to give him room to pull his head above water and breathe and he grabs out blindly for the nearest thing by which he can drag himself out. That might just so happen to be your foot, sorry about that.]
ii. baby it's cold outside [cw corpse description, emetophobia, panic attacks]
[Shinjiro doesn't have much to go outside for, exactly; with the blizzard ongoing, the nondescript cafe he'd taken a job at as a cook was closed for now, so really, he could just ignore the ever growing pile of snowmen in his backyard. This was his plan, even, but the sneaky teleportations haven't stopped, and one day he finds himself in the annoying position (yet again) of having to walk back to his house from the village.
Except ..... his lawn is so full of snowmen there that he definitely can't reach his front door. Nonetheless, he...tried, but at some point, he brushes past a snowman too brusquely for it to maintain its structural integrity, and a man comes spilling out. A man just like the one by the punch bowl from that terrifying party. He starts knocking over the other snowmen in his way intentionally, then, and finds only the same pattern repeated over and over.
Shinjiro's frozen, staring at the corpses, but his mind isn't there. He's in another time and place, staring at a woman's mangled corpse as she lies crushed and bent and broken out against the caved in roof of her own charmingly normal little house like this, gushing rivers of blood that soaks the roof tiles crimson.
Back on Carpenter Boulevard, the bodies stare up at him in thousand year rictus smiles, no trace of fear or pain in their faces and his stomach lurches unpleasantly before he doubles over and abruptly retches right there in front of his doorway, doubled over and shaking. He doesn't seem to spot your approach at all, too sucked into the horror before him and in his mind's eye.]
shinjiro aragaki | persona 3 | ota
[When Shinjiro finds himself in the lake, he's not actually shocked, not at first. He can't breathe and his lungs burn from it, and he's so, so cold -- but it's not wrong. This is the way he remembers it, before he woke up in the house with the creepy pictures with everything all healed up. Everything burned then, too, blood spilling out like lava through the bullet wounds in his gut and back. This was how it should be.
He barely registers that he's in water rather than a dingy alleyway in Japan, and he takes the pain to assume the hallucination of this place is fading at last, and he can finally be done. He's so, so tired, and his eyes feel so heavy, and --
--Something grabs at his foot, shattering that almost peaceful sort of surrender, and it flips awake something in him, a survival instinct not yet completely smothered out as it registers for the first time he's... in a lake?? Under the ice, at that, and though he's grown weaker in the moments he failed to react, he's still close enough to the surface to thrash and struggle, and the ice around him breaks just enough to give him room to pull his head above water and breathe and he grabs out blindly for the nearest thing by which he can drag himself out. That might just so happen to be your foot, sorry about that.]
ii. baby it's cold outside [cw corpse description, emetophobia, panic attacks]
[Shinjiro doesn't have much to go outside for, exactly; with the blizzard ongoing, the nondescript cafe he'd taken a job at as a cook was closed for now, so really, he could just ignore the ever growing pile of snowmen in his backyard. This was his plan, even, but the sneaky teleportations haven't stopped, and one day he finds himself in the annoying position (yet again) of having to walk back to his house from the village.
Except ..... his lawn is so full of snowmen there that he definitely can't reach his front door. Nonetheless, he...tried, but at some point, he brushes past a snowman too brusquely for it to maintain its structural integrity, and a man comes spilling out. A man just like the one by the punch bowl from that terrifying party. He starts knocking over the other snowmen in his way intentionally, then, and finds only the same pattern repeated over and over.
Shinjiro's frozen, staring at the corpses, but his mind isn't there. He's in another time and place, staring at a woman's mangled corpse as she lies crushed and bent and broken out against the caved in roof of her own charmingly normal little house like this, gushing rivers of blood that soaks the roof tiles crimson.
Back on Carpenter Boulevard, the bodies stare up at him in thousand year rictus smiles, no trace of fear or pain in their faces and his stomach lurches unpleasantly before he doubles over and abruptly retches right there in front of his doorway, doubled over and shaking. He doesn't seem to spot your approach at all, too sucked into the horror before him and in his mind's eye.]