She has- had a kind smile~! She would have liked you, Yu-
[The phone slips out of his hand...
The snow is almost too heavy to see through. Blowing with icy winds. Hazy images of the dead trees. They're moving, but not with the wind; moving as if they were sentient. Their branches elongate and reach out like hands, searching for victims in the snow. He walks closer to them. Blood seeps into the top layer of snow in places, slides slowly across the ice in others. There's screaming coming from more than one direction. Branches red on the ends with blood and bits of organs; dangling intestines. One of the trees reaches for him with its skeleton hand branches. He hears the crack of his ribs as the hands enters to chest to rip out his heart. He's lying in the snow, looking up at the trees. The others are still screaming. The girl with the antlers laughs in the background when the closest tree branch holds up a still-beating heart. It's his. The bark of the trees slowly turns to scales, red and yellow like the daemons.
...He screams and presses his hand against his chest, expecting to feel the broken bones and oozing blood and why is he still alive with no heart!? How it can hurt so badly if he's dead!? It was too much, and he's not giving a thought to taking notes this time.]
at least it's the last one in the queue, cw: gore, blood, organs
She has- had a kind smile~! She would have liked you, Yu-
[The phone slips out of his hand...
The snow is almost too heavy to see through. Blowing with icy winds. Hazy images of the dead trees. They're moving, but not with the wind; moving as if they were sentient. Their branches elongate and reach out like hands, searching for victims in the snow. He walks closer to them. Blood seeps into the top layer of snow in places, slides slowly across the ice in others. There's screaming coming from more than one direction. Branches red on the ends with blood and bits of organs; dangling intestines. One of the trees reaches for him with its skeleton hand branches. He hears the crack of his ribs as the hands enters to chest to rip out his heart. He's lying in the snow, looking up at the trees. The others are still screaming. The girl with the antlers laughs in the background when the closest tree branch holds up a still-beating heart. It's his. The bark of the trees slowly turns to scales, red and yellow like the daemons.
...He screams and presses his hand against his chest, expecting to feel the broken bones and oozing blood and why is he still alive with no heart!? How it can hurt so badly if he's dead!? It was too much, and he's not giving a thought to taking notes this time.]