1. don't fall asleep, don't fall asleep, don't fall asleep— [Hornet is accustomed to sitting vigil in the City of Tears, crouched with her hands on her needle for ages on end. Days, weeks, months— the lack of clear time is a blessing, and so too is the lack of sleep. She does not need to rest to see intruders approach.]
[And then, as if her non-stop vigilence has finally caught up with her, she dozes off.]
[For a moment she stands still, feeling the weight of her blade in her hands. She stares into the depths, feels the warm air rush past like the breath of a monster swallowing her whole. She smells sweet rot.]
[She's not panicking. She's not panicking, she's not going to panic, she's fine! She's fine. It's fine. She is a calm and collected warrior, the child of a god, sole protector of Hallownest. It's fine. Any moment now, she'll wake up and perform a thorough sweep of the city for any sign of the infection, and then maybe she'll get more of that coffee stuff and never sleep again. This is a one-off occurrence. Just a regular, meaningless dream.]
[...She's not waking up.]
[Hornet takes a very deep breath, grip tightening until her hands shake around the hilt of her needle. With a wordless scream, she whirls and throws her blade at the nearest wall. It embeds itself a foot deep and stays there.]
"NO!"
2. it's like riding a bicycle in hell [On the bright side, at least Hornet has her thread back.]
[It seems she can barely take ten steps without another husk rising from the darkness, eyes glinting with the Old Light's power. A pillbug stumbles before breaking into a sprint, arms flailing before it. Hornet drives her needle into it's head and throws it aside without breaking stride. Another leaps at her, has its head sliced off.]
[They're relentless, following her every step of the way. Just like home.]
[The horn sounds again, and this time a horde springs up all around her. Instantly she throws her needle, not to attack but to dig it into the ceiling like a grappling hook and launch herself out of the fray, give herself a moment to think. More threads spring up between the floor and ceiling, tangling a few husks and slowing others, but more keep rising until the tunnel is choked with bugs all swollen with glowing pus.]
[Hornet takes a deep breath and throws her needle into the nearest husk. It explodes, and three more take its place. She swears. Some help would be appreciated.]
3. this is about as restful as it gets. [Hornet paces rapid circles between the seats of the rest area, muttering furious theories to herself. Well, not really theories. That implies a degree of uncertainty, and Hornet is quite sure of what's going on.]
"...Old Light... blasted dreams... I'll stab it myself if I have to. Giving us a false sense of security. I knew it. I knew it."
[She comes to an abrupt stop, turning on whoever else is in this station who she's ignored up to this point. There's a frantic edge to her voice.]
"If we don't all die in this accursed fever dream, I believe I may weave a nice large banner that reads 'I told you so' and hang it where everyone can see it. It shall be exquisite."
4. Wild Card [Any other horrible dreams you want to share with Hornet? Go ahead! I'd be especially happy to play out the Trust No One nightmare, I just can't think of how to write a generic prompt for that.]
[If you wanna plot something first, feel free to PM me here or on Discord (BrushApocalypse#7677)!]
Hornet | Hollow Knight | OTA
[Hornet is accustomed to sitting vigil in the City of Tears, crouched with her hands on her needle for ages on end. Days, weeks, months— the lack of clear time is a blessing, and so too is the lack of sleep. She does not need to rest to see intruders approach.]
[And then, as if her non-stop vigilence has finally caught up with her, she dozes off.]
[For a moment she stands still, feeling the weight of her blade in her hands. She stares into the depths, feels the warm air rush past like the breath of a monster swallowing her whole. She smells sweet rot.]
[She's not panicking. She's not panicking, she's not going to panic, she's fine! She's fine. It's fine. She is a calm and collected warrior, the child of a god, sole protector of Hallownest. It's fine. Any moment now, she'll wake up and perform a thorough sweep of the city for any sign of the infection, and then maybe she'll get more of that coffee stuff and never sleep again. This is a one-off occurrence. Just a regular, meaningless dream.]
[...She's not waking up.]
[Hornet takes a very deep breath, grip tightening until her hands shake around the hilt of her needle. With a wordless scream, she whirls and throws her blade at the nearest wall. It embeds itself a foot deep and stays there.]
"NO!"
2. it's like riding a bicycle in hell
[On the bright side, at least Hornet has her thread back.]
[It seems she can barely take ten steps without another husk rising from the darkness, eyes glinting with the Old Light's power. A pillbug stumbles before breaking into a sprint, arms flailing before it. Hornet drives her needle into it's head and throws it aside without breaking stride. Another leaps at her, has its head sliced off.]
[They're relentless, following her every step of the way. Just like home.]
[The horn sounds again, and this time a horde springs up all around her. Instantly she throws her needle, not to attack but to dig it into the ceiling like a grappling hook and launch herself out of the fray, give herself a moment to think. More threads spring up between the floor and ceiling, tangling a few husks and slowing others, but more keep rising until the tunnel is choked with bugs all swollen with glowing pus.]
[Hornet takes a deep breath and throws her needle into the nearest husk. It explodes, and three more take its place. She swears. Some help would be appreciated.]
3. this is about as restful as it gets.
[Hornet paces rapid circles between the seats of the rest area, muttering furious theories to herself. Well, not really theories. That implies a degree of uncertainty, and Hornet is quite sure of what's going on.]
"...Old Light... blasted dreams... I'll stab it myself if I have to. Giving us a false sense of security. I knew it. I knew it."
[She comes to an abrupt stop, turning on whoever else is in this station who she's ignored up to this point. There's a frantic edge to her voice.]
"If we don't all die in this accursed fever dream, I believe I may weave a nice large banner that reads 'I told you so' and hang it where everyone can see it. It shall be exquisite."
4. Wild Card
[Any other horrible dreams you want to share with Hornet? Go ahead! I'd be especially happy to play out the Trust No One nightmare, I just can't think of how to write a generic prompt for that.]
[If you wanna plot something first, feel free to PM me here or on Discord (BrushApocalypse#7677)!]