ya_assemble | Light at the end of the tunnel [closed]

The worst part of having your memories consistently messed with was that anytime there was any sort of inconsistency, you knew that someone was trying to hurt you or make you miserable, trying to knock the ground right out from under your feet.

Guy remembered being in a strange world where people couldn't see him and remembered getting pulled back home after. He also remembered Panem and getting pulled from his world into it. But he also remembered that in Panem he hadn't remembered being in this place where he couldn't be seen, to this strange workshop full of bright lights and machines.

Now he could remember being in this world again and being in this strange workshop and remember that he hadn't remembered and -

The confusion had layers.

And after dying by being set on fire in the arena, after being informed by Penny of the horrors that were waiting for him back in the Capitol, Guy pretty much lost it. Having his mind messed with yet again? Was the last straw. The last, very confusing straw. Especially since he didn't know if this was in his head or if it was an illusion or if it was the arena or -

He still had the spear and knife from the arena and he waved them in wild gestures.

"What is it now?" he cried out, to the Gamemakers, to Penny, to whoever was behind this. "A dream within a dream? A dream in the arena? An arena in a dream? An arena in an arena in another arena? We're reaching territory here where it's almost a nesting doll of horribleness."

He knew what nesting dolls were. Some stores sold ones that had Tributes' faces on them.

He screamed, his voice shrill, "Can't you just pick something miserable and stick with it? I don't think that's too much to ask for, everything being consistently terrible."

His voice was shaking. Every part of him was shaking. He want to rip his way out of his own skin, wanted to scream until he couldn't speak anymore.

Everyone had their breaking point, where they just...lost touch with things. Where their brain just wandered off. Apparently spending a whole arena dreading the punishment that was waiting for him after, dying after getting set on fire and fighting zombies, and being in a situation where his memories were confusing and jumbled together so that he couldn't even tell where he was or where he'd been, had caused Guy to reach his.

His long, agonizing time in Panem had finally taken its toll and he had finally broken.

The screaming in the workshop was pretty noticeable but as soon as he was noticed, Guy made for the door and made a break for it outside, not really thinking about what he was doing as he wandered out into the ice and snow, where he was running to, or whether or not it was a rational choice. (It wasn't.)

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Palmon had simply been closest to the door when Guy came blazing past. The plant digimon's eyes went wide with confusion for a moment and she decided whoever that was they might need her help!

Trotting out into the snow she gave a shiver as her bare roots touched ice. She was more of a tropical sort of girl but her newfound strength would keep her safe even out here.

"Wait come back! Hey! What's wrong!?"

Her petals bobbed as she chased after him, if he got too far ahead she might have to digivolve, and she hadn't tried that without Mimi around.

Simon hadn't been as close as Palmon, but he'd heard the screaming and yelling, and had come running - only to find a door and two folks running away from the workshop. He didn't miss a beat, and charged out after them, catching up with the little plant in short order - for an old fellow, he was pretty fit.

Once he'd caught up with her, he glanced down as he ran, expression serious, but concerned. "What's going on? I heard screaming."

Guy looked back over his shoulder, eyes wild. They were gaining on him. An old man and a...thing. A plant thing. (A muttation?)

Too close. They were getting too close.

After countless hunts back home, countless hours of practice in the Tribute Center, and countless times he'd had to fight to survive in the arena, Guy had become quite skilled with a spear. He turned, and in one quick, fluid movement, threw the spear at Simon.

It wasn't thrown as a warning shot - it was meant to kill.

Palmon let out a gasp as she saw Guy take the first shot, and instinctively she brought her hands up letting out a echoing cry "Poison Ivy!"

Her tendril-like fingertips grew into long green vines and she easily swatted the spear out of the air. It was a good Digimon's first priority to protect humans and allies from harm!

The spear vanished in a puff of powdered snow where it had been slapped and Palmon's vines retracted into her hands.

"That wasn't very nice! We're just trying to help!" She called back.

The spear was a surprise - as was the reaction of the little plant-girl, though the latter was definitely a welcome one. "Nice work," he says, quiet enough for her to hear, before raising his voice. "She's right - I heard yelling, I came to see what's going on! If you're new here, it can be rather disorienting, but we mean you no harm!"

"You really think I'm going to believe that?!" he cried out.

Guy didn't believe it but then Guy just didn't know what to believe anymore. He couldn't even trust what was in his own head. After all, the Capitol could change what was in your head, change memories, implant memories or take them away.

Guy reached a ridge that led to a dangerous downward slope, briefly looked back at the man and the muttation-like creature approaching, then jumped over the edge, slipping and sliding down the steep slope there.

It was a very dangerous thing to do, give how slippery the snow and ice were and it wasn't long before he slipped, sliding and tumbling his way to the bottom, landing in a painful heap on the hard ice there.

Apparently, that wasn't enough to slow him down, though, because he got up and started limping, still trying to get away.

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Palmon let out a strangled cry watching him tumble and slide down the slope. Her breath steamed out from between her leafy limbs as she covered her mouth in worry fretting for his safety.

"I-I heard that some new arrivals were confused or scared but I've never seen this before!" She confessed worriedly to Simon.

Without waiting to see if they should continue she dashed forward to follow, roots slipping out from under her at the top of the incline and crashing and bouncing down it with comical amounts of yelps and cries landing in a tangled heap at the bottom. That was a significantly faster way to get down even if it sounded painful.

If Simon had known Palmon was going to tumble that badly, he would've grabbed her for going down the slope. Instead, all he can do is follow, doing his best to slide down on his heels. It's tricky for sure, and he wobbles a fair bit in doing so, but he manages to not tumble.

He stops at the end, huffing before shouting again - "Maybe not, but if you keep running, you're gonna find a fat lot of nothing out there but ice and snow! You'll freeze!"

"I'll take my chances!" Guy snarled back at them over his shoulder, limping furiously.

But it was all for naught anyway. He found himself at a dead end, blocked by a wall of ice. He tried to climb it but between his injuries and how slippery it was, he just slipped back down again.

So instead he turned to face his pursuers, pulling out a rusty kitchen knife from the homemade sheathe at his belt.

"Stay back! I'm warning you! You're probably too new to know better, but if you think I'm easy prey, you've got another think coming."

Once again Palmon attempted to put herself between the newcomer and Simon. She didn't know him all that well, and she knew the odds were that if he was here it meant he could take care of himself...but her instincts to protect humans over herself was strong.

"Please calm down, this is all just a misunderstanding." She tried again holding her hands up as if to show she didn't have any weapons. In reality however she was testing the wind with her roots. If it was blowing in Guy's direction there might just be a peaceful...if not slightly sneaky way she could end this.

It was not however in Palmon's nature to be particularly sneaky either so this could still be a huge mistake and someone might end up getting stabbed.

Palmon had the right idea, at least as far as Simon could tell, which was doing her best to look peaceful. He tosses his drill-staff aside, letting it fwump into the snow.

"All I think you are is someone that's probably very worried about themselves. And with good reason, showing up in a strange place out of nowhere, kinda ruffles one's feathers to say the least." As he says this, he takes a few steps forward, very slowly, testing to see what kind of reaction Guy will have.

The wind was blowing in Guy's direction if she wanted to try that sneaky thing. It was possibly the only way they could get him down without a fight. Clearly, he was feeling threatened, regardless of what they did.

"Ooooh don't even pretend I'm somewhere else! I know what's going on. You're just trying to trick me, make me think I'm not in the arena anymore."

Then they'd attack him the moment his guard was down.

"Never mind that you were armed -" he gestured to Simon with his knife "- and you, you're - you're some kind of muttation or something. Or another weird, non-human Tribute."

Interestingly enough, Palmon actually pouted at that.

"I'm not a Mutt-a-whatever...and I'm not weird. I'm a Digimon and my name is Palmon."

And while she was normally the kind to let something roll off her back like that, it was so cold out here and this guy was trouble.

Taking a deep breath she let it out slowly and a pink dust was caught on the wind blowing towards Guy swiftly. Sleep Pollen.

"I'm sorry you're so confused, but we're really not here to hurt you." Maybe if they kept talking he might not notice the dust right away?

Light at the end of the tunnel [closed]

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