THE DETENTION DIMENSION

[tiredcharmer]

WHO: Tyzias and YOU
WHERE: Primarily Lumiere dorm, but other places around the academy as well.
WHEN: The week or so after arriving back from the bone horror mission.
WHAT: At Ekkehardt's request, Tyzias develops a security system to prevent students from going on the roof of Lumiere dorm. At least that's what she heard. Unfortunately for everyone involved, Tyzias has refused to accept that for whatever reason she has human limitations now, and created the system while sleep-deprived and under the influence of enough caffeine to kill somebody. Shenanigans ensue.
WARNINGS: Anybody who dares to tag into the roof prompt will experience ELDRITCH HORROR. Be warned, but the roof prompt is opt-in.

Signs and Portents (Closed to Lumiere floor 1 and visitors)
Tyzias isn't exactly the best dormmate, but at least she's far better than her first few days at the academy. She still works late into the night, but the noises coming from her room are no longer unbearably loud. Tyzias even removed the garbage from the dumpster she sleeps in lieu of a bed and deodorized her side of the room. But it seems that of late, she's... relapsed. Now her room not only smells like a dumpster, it smells like a dumpster fire. Explosions rock the first floor every hour on the regular, followed by shrieks of eureka and/or cursing. Every thirty minutes on the dot, she emerges from her room to stumble to the vending machine, pay for three Monsters, guzzle them down in under a minute, and sprint back to her room. And worst of all, the partition that separated her and Shuuji's parts of the room has become a solid wall, with no way in or out.

Somebody should really talk to her about this. But who's going to?

Cutting and Clearance (Closed to faculty and RAs)
Usually, Tyzias is the epitome of a diligent student. She takes notes at a prodigious pace, asks insightful questions, and remains quiet and on-task. Usually. But she hasn't shown up to class for days now, although the teachers still somehow get all her work in their inboxes.

But perhaps what's even more concerning is how Tyzias just popped into existence right in front of you, haggard and red eyes visible from behind her goggles. "JustStayStillForAFewSecondsThisWon'TTakeAMoment," she chatters, jittery hands manipulating rapidly spinning teal runes in the air.

Eureka (Closed to Ekkehardt)
Out of nowhere, an extremely pale-looking student, shivering, clutching their knees, eyes wide and pupils dilated, and wearing a dunce cap of all things, appears in Ekkehardt's office.

Moments later, he gets a message from Tyzias over the network.

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D/D/D (Open!)
There's a new sign on the entrance to the Lumiere dorm roof.

"STUDENTS, DO NOT ENTER UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES"

That, of course, is bait for a number of daring fools. There's a fairly large sum of money up for grabs for whoever can brave whatever new security measures the faculty have put up and post proof to the network

But it's there for a reason.

Who dares brave the roof?

Aftermath (Closed to Michael)
Michael feels something tugging at the back of his mind. An urgent, desperate call, by a very familiar--if too busy to actually visit him, gosh--soul.

Tyzias feels very, very scared.

Comments

[made_up_names]

And yet, for some reason, his spider-senses absolutely do not want him to land! Like, they are not happy with him for even thinking about it, and increasingly stridently painful the closer he gets. He winds up having to stop below the lip of the roof itself, not quite on it just yet. Shh, shh, it's fine. He's not sure how to soothe spider senses, but he pictures trying to pet a scared, eight-legged dog or something. Don't bark at the roof. Roofs are perfectly safe when you're Spider-Man.

He slings a web up over the edge of the roof like a grappling hook, moving to scramble up in the next moment. Gotta do his nightly check to make sure Kano or Toki aren't up here being dumb.

[tiredcharmer]

As soon as Peter's hand touches the gravel of the roof, a black void through which squamous shapes can be seen opens in the center of the room. Geometric tentacles which hurt to look out lash out towards Peter, ten, two dozen, fifty, a hundred, all flying at him with uncanny speed.

[made_up_names]

Okay what the actual fuck. Who put a fucking eldritch tentacle monster on the roof?! And why is it invisible, and why is it attacking him?

Which is to say - Peter yelps in pain and terror, instinctively backflipping the hell away from all of this nonsense --

Directly back off the roof and into the bushes below. Ow.

[tiredcharmer]

The tentacles recede as soon as Peter steps off the roof, thankfully... although his geometries feel off somehow. "Somehow" as in his left leg is clipping through the ground, with accompanying psychedelic flickering.

[made_up_names]

Oh. That's. Not good at all, is it. He sits up in the bush, groaning a bit. His spider senses still haven't shut the hell up - yes, thanks, he's glad he knows what "I told you so" sounds like in spider - but he tries to get back up anyway. Tries being the operative word here. As soon as he starts to move, he realizes his leg is glitching somehow. Like, some full on Superman 64 shit.

"Oh god. Oh god, oh god." He backs up awkwardly using only his arms, gingerly trying to remove his leg from the ground. But all of him kind of feels off too. Like, if he stands back up he's going to just fall right back over again.

[tiredcharmer]

Whatever it is, it seems to be spreading, since the arm that first touched the roof is glitching out too--like someone is stretching and compressing a part of a videogame model. It isn't painful, per se, but it's nauseating to look at.

"WARNING. WARNING. IMPROPER GEOMETRIES DETECTED OUTSIDE OF DESIGNATED RETRIEVAL ZONE. INITIATING BORDER BREAK PROTOCOLS TO CORRECT," blares a tinny voice coming from the roof.

[made_up_names]

First his leg, now his arm, and then he's got an evil robot coming after him? What gives? Is this going to involve more tentacles? Somehow Peter Parker gets the idea he'd rather not fight villains with tentacles, thanks.

"Shit! Okay, okay, move it already!" He twhips out with his non-migraine-inducing arm, sending a web at the Aube dorms just across the way. And then tugs on the shooter, using it to reel him in. This also means he's skidding across the ground and definitely ruining this pair of uniform pants but. They're ruined already! Why not put grass stains in there too.

[tiredcharmer]

An actual flood of tentacles erupts from the roof, hurtling towards Peter at a speed that far exceeds his shooter's. It appears that whatever corrupted his limbs really doesn't want him to get away.

[made_up_names]

Oh yeah, he's toast. This is happening. He tries to haul himself along faster, but the damn things are too fast. Rather than keep going, then, he stops where he is, trying to web the damn things? Will that even work? How do you even web something up when it has impossible geometries.

[tiredcharmer]

The webs clip through the mass of tentacles, and soon Peter is engulfed. Everything is chilling, stifling, grainy static, which fades with a colorful shriek to black.

Except... it isn't all black. In the distance, impossible large shapes fold their own tentacles at impossible angles.

[made_up_names]

Welp he lost ten sanity points just now. But - it's also not quite what he was expecting? He sort of expected the tentacles to pull him somewhere, or otherwise attack him. Instead it's just ... quiet? Uncomfortable. His senses are still yelling at him, but they seem as confused as he is.

"Where the hell...?" He struggles to get to his feet, uncertain if that previously impossibly angled leg will hold any weight. Or where he's even trying to go.

[tiredcharmer]

Peter opens his mouth. Moves his lips. But no noise comes out. Just... static. There's the brief comfort of all his limbs having the proper weight and feel to them again, but that's immediately superseded by the mass of tentacles showing up again, binding Peter's mouth, legs, and arms in an uncomfortable, but not painful position.

Then, the voices start. It begins almost too hard to hear: a voice that sounds vaguely familiar whispering, "Repent."

[made_up_names]

Well shit, how is he supposed to be sarcastic if he can't say anything. Getting all wrapped up with tentacles is also very not cool. He's glad the eldritch horror isn't doing anything worse, but. That's rude as hell man.

He struggles against them, testing his strength? If it even works? He has no idea if spider-strength applies when you're being grappled by non-euclidian tentacles. Mostly because that voice telling him to repent gets a great big question mark from him. He's not sorry about trying to go up on the roof, sorry Squidward.

[tiredcharmer]

"Repent." The voice is louder than last time, and it sounds like... Ned.

"Repent." MJ.

"Repent." Aunt May. The voices are all now clamoring to be heard, growing louder and louder and louder.

And then... Uncle Ben's voice screams "REPENT!" in Peter's ear.

All of the Avengers soon join in. Then the Vulture. Then the monsters in the background begin screeching, which is somehow even worse than the voices of everybody else.

...

This goes on for an hour. After a while, it's difficult to tell what voices are the monsters and what voices are the people Peter knows.

[made_up_names]

Yikes. That's legitimately upsetting, actually. Not that this little eldritch funhouse has been enjoyable, exactly, but it's been a weird party. He's had those before.

This, though. From the first moment one of his friends' voices shows up, his eyes go wide. No. That can't be their voices, right? They're not even here, and Ben is dead, and --

(Does he hear Gwen's voice? He thinks he does, and she is here, and that sort of cuts straight to the core of him. He brought that daemon down on her, almost as surely as if he'd done it to her himself. His fault. He should have told her, he should have let her know he was okay.)

Within five minutes, he's repenting all right. The roof, his uncle (catching up to Peter in an alleyway, he doesn't see the lycan spring up behind him, tearing his throat out in one cruel swipe), May (hugging him like he'd been gone for months and not days, like she'd seen a ghost), Ned and MJ (standing off to one side, drawing further away, why did you leave them alone, Peter), and Gwen --

Can he pass out? If he can pass out, he's doing that.

[tiredcharmer]

Unfortunately for Peter, it feels like static is running through his veins instead of blood, which is just on this side of uncomfortable instead of pure agony. Whatever the case, it's definitely enough to keep him awake for the whole hour.

When the hour is up, with absolutely no fanfare whatsoever, Peter will show up in Ekkehardt's office, sitting on a chair, with a blank piece of paper that has a frowny face sticker on it.

He's also wearing a dunce cap.

[made_up_names]

This definitely ranks as one of his worse days. Not the worst, but. Like. Bottom tier, for sure.

He jolts when he finally finds himself in euclidian space again, falling out of his chair with a yelp and a thud. He's just going to lie here, dunce cap and all. Either until he manages to pull his sanity back together or until Ekke finds him, whichever comes first.