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"Callan..? What just happened?" She'd peer towards the pulsation of the magenta organ in the center of the chamber, reaching behind her to perhaps intertwine her hand with the guitarist. Desiree had yet to brave the Ultra Deep Sea, and at this point, she knew nothing of the sort other than tiny rumors she had heard when passing through the Hoennian cities. One of those portals had encompassed their bodies instantaneously, a peculiar yet alluring rumor, just like that mahou shoujo show she used to watch with her sisters. It felt like a trip gone to dust, perhaps laced with fentanyl; was this even real life anymore?[break][break]

Reality soon morphed in her vision, the crystalline fragments upon the sanctum's walls shifting back and forth. "I had a vial of spore oil in my purse, but I got it from a good friend, so it can't be laced," Her eyes would meet with his for a moment before returning to the glowing center, flickering in her eyesight, ".. are you okay? I'm seeing things."[break][break]

Desiree hoped that he felt fine and perhaps knew at least a tad of what, or where, they found themselves. Finding solace in being in his company in this wretched cosmic container, a small smile crept across her face, though her eyes were filled with both fear and the hallucinogen- if Hoenn was foreign territory to her, this was the pits. The acid-bath of darkness kind of trenches. But she didn't want to play the role of the damsel in distress in this scenario one bit; if anything, she was more concerned about his well-being rather than her own.[break][break]

Wiping a bead of sweat off of her forehead, Desiree would hold his hand firmly and look around at the glimmering fluctuation of their surroundings, taking in the effects of the chamber. "I'm grateful I'm here with you and not alone ♡," she'd look at his shifting face, the shine of the magenta core casting light upon the two, ".. we've got to take this on together."

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The curiosity that metaphorically glimmered off the fluctuating walls of her mind was nothing in comparison to Callan's serious tone- he seemed angry, upset at the fact that the universe and whatever portal that brought them here, well, brought them here. "Where are we going?" She'd ask with a hint of discordance in her voice, the shifting hallucinations causing her vision to go into the zone of haywire. Illuminated by the core, the walls only seemed to shift even more, and with that, the whisps of reality.[break][break]

Pitting in her stomach, the optimism of braving this uncharted territory was cloaked by the feeling of anxiety- and she could not help but think, within her radiation-afflicted mind, of the glimmering veil of darkness that haunted her within her dreams. The darkness of her father's actions and her own; focusing on the pressure of Callan's hand wrapped around her own, the anxiety and false delusions made it feel as if it stung. Stinging over her painted-over scars, ill-met by the paranoid false laughter of Godfrey Bloom's attempt on her life.[break][break]

"Do you hear it too? Do you.." Glimmering tears fell down her tattooed cheeks, partially due to the sensation of pain and the delusions that were presented within. It felt as if her deceased father's voice had taken over her inner monologue, reinforcing the fact that she was not as innocent as she was portrayed to be; all she could hear was that he would exact his revenge for what she'd taken from him, which despite being submerged in false delusions, it was as if her internal fears and struggles were speaking to her ravenously.[break][break]

Hyperventilation took root with their quick pace through the chambers of the gargantuan core, passing all the crystalline constructs spiraling up the walls, her cries turned into wails. "I didn't want to, I didn't want to at all," She'd cry, gripping onto the musician's hand harder than ever before, ".. I didn't want to kill you!"[break][break]

She was too estranged from the true realities itself to notice that it slipped, or to even find solace in the company of Callan at all. The tears accompanied by the hallucinogenic effects made it hard to see anything other than flickers of magenta and violet; she was unable to sight her Cradily's ANCIENT POWER attack against a hostile Nihilego in the slightest. All she wanted was to run away from it all, guided by his grasp, as if they were wandering through a winding ultraviolet river of rapids.

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All Desiree wanted to do was peer into his eyes like they had at purgatory, but the echoing booms and fluctuating magenta ripples of reality were far too overbearing, overwhelming, and fear-inducing. At her attempt of interlocking her eyes on Callan like he desperately encouraged, all she could see was his figure metamorphosing and peeling like layers of citrus fruit, whisping and tripling his body like a moving aura; she was far too aware that this was nothing as she'd ever witnessed before in her indulgence of hallucinogens, this was something else entirely. Hyperventilation took root as the voices of her father that overtook her interior monologue concluded, but they would soon be met with a foreign shriek and the manifestation of something much more.[break][break]

In front of the two would first appear a squelching pile of flesh and blood, though as if it were traversing time backward, it would slowly float into the air and form into a humanoid shape before sulking back to the ground. Facial structures would reform, a backward sight that Desiree was oh so familiar with; this was a reiteration of her father, playing like a reversed movie of when she'd pushed him off of the penthouse balcony. A few cuts lined his skin and dripped with blood, shining under the magenta flicker of the gargantuan core's rippling lights.[break][break]

"It's quite the shame that I was the one to die rather than you in our little scuff, daughter. Does this man holding your hand know you were the one that killed me? You proclaimed yourself as a murderer in your mind when you woke up in that hospital bed, and that couldn't be more true." The hallucination come to life would cackle, flicking his serrated dagger covered in blood clean. "And you- you're not worthy to lay hands on my daughter; are you the reason she ignored all of my proposals of courtship with the sons of the highest Kalosian business executives? It's surprising, I thought she was gay- but I can tell she hasn't been honest with you."[break][break]

Desiree's heartbeat felt like it was going to shoot out of her chest with how fast it was beating, her eyes fighting back the tears that ever so desperately wished to come out. But now she felt numb in every place except her mind, it ticking endlessly; this couldn't be real, and she wanted to trust Callan's reassurance no matter the cost. "Kill it, Trance. He's not real- he.. he can't be anymore." She'd cry, catching the attention of the Cradily that rested beside the two. Sending a fluctuating array of rocks in the direction of her father, the rock type would use its ANCIENT POWER to cause one to blast through his stomach, leaving a clotting hole where his intestines once resided. But all he would do was laugh, twirling his weapon through his fingers as if the pain had never been brought to his chest.[break][break]

Though with the effects of the radiation swirling her vision and numbing her senses, a dark dreamscape, Desiree would not be able to see or feel the hilt of the dagger protruding from her thigh, soaking her white dress's underparts with red. It was as if he'd thrown it and had it reappear back in his hand.

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What was a grim reiteration of her father faded into nothingness, turned into fading whisps and chunks that dissipated into the dim flicker of the core in the distance. It felt relieving to see his manifestation turn into dust, as was it all the more terrifying; even within the spells of the pulsating core Desiree saw it perfectly, a perfectly crafted replica in appearance and words. All the things he said sounded so real, so painful to live through once more. But 'he' was gone thanks to the one that had encapsulated her within his arms, the only thing holding her down from spiraling into the grim depths out of control.[break][break]

However, it was hard to keep in regardless when Callan pointed out the trickling blood spanning down her stainless timepiece of white ink upon her thigh. Gasping at the sight of the blossoming crimson, which appeared to be flowing into the air within her hallucinogenic visuals that cloaked her eyes, she lowered one of her hands and pressed it against the wound. With the pace they were going amidst their struggle to get to the nearest rift, there was no time to rip her dress and wrap it.[break][break]

It was strange how the core seemingly numbed the pain, or perhaps it was just her grief and overstimulation. Tears continued to fall down her cheeks as Callan scooped her into his arms, releasing a small clump of crystals she kept from her purse; she wanted all of this to go away, to be buried within the depths of the deep sea. "I owe that to you, I-" She stuttered, hyperventilating as she tried to continue on with the thought. All the onlooking eyes of the walls, the galaxyscape that existed upon them.. were they listening? What was this wretched place?[break][break]

"I'll tell you everything." Burying her face into his chest, she trembled- is this what she deserved for all that she did? She couldn't help but feel it was divine punishment for running away, for experiencing the light on the other side of the world.

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