# From Darkness, Comes More Darkness #
Intrestingly enough; I can't just walk up to someone, poke their nose and cause them to enjoy their deepest, darkest desires.  It has to be a desired effect of what one might wish to experience - I just act as a catalyst for that.

I had a strange dream the other night in which I was fully in control of a mannequin of myself, yet it burned to touch it as I was a completely darkened figure of a Tyranitar, and it was made of pure, white light.  Impossible for one so corrupted as I to use, and yet it was willing to tank hits for me like I was its greatest ally; its best friend in a time of utter strife and despair.  The doll was no taller than my leg, and yet it was a shield in my faintest hours within this terribly cold and dark place I reside in.  I can't bring myself to do the same, as if I were to take a hit from THIS particular darkness... well, that light wouldn't be so bright anymore, so to speak.

I sat with a looming black sphere of black, malevolent evil swirling all around, taking manifest every now and again as my most secretive fears, each one coming to attack and break me down into my core elements - my emotions ran rampant in this; my most quiet space yet.  And that doll still followed me, without any input but to help guard me from the attacks of the unknown enemy I faced.  I kept asking myself as blow after blow struck the doll; its light never completely fading, but dimming a good bit as it absorbed the dark, oozy substance each creature left per attack.  I seemed to be such a creature myself, as I couldn't approach - I didn't want to.

The scene changed to a more familiar one - a broad meadow, full of lush, almost-pitch-black grass set amidst a stream that chopped through the earth, flowing behind me.  The sun was out, and the sky was deep purple; as were my eyes.  I sat down in the lonliness of the meadow and contemplated blending in with the millions upon millions of blades of grass.  (By the way, the light from the sun was actually that doll high in orbit, shining its everpresent bastardizing light to illuminate the silhouetted organisms that bounded about.  I killed all the grass I sat on, making it wilt underneath my dark butt; and I cried for someone; anyone to give me something to hope for.  I got nothing but that blazingly hot and strangely comforting light... I wanted it to die and leave me alone.  It was the only thing that seemed to have some type of enjoyment of my company; even if it was just to protect me from myself...

I tried to end the dream, to get away from that doll and its glow.  I wanted to just be normal; have friends, go fight, be myself.  I just wanted to be naughty.  But anytime I raised my arms to ask for a penance of some sort, they flopped down and kept me anchored to the dirt floor.  All the while, the dead grass had turned into a choking miasma of disgusting smells, beckoning me to sniff their foul musk and shun the light that made the rest of the grass glow a vibrant, life-sustaining green.  I sat in my miasma, huffing age-old farts from dung beetles that gathered from underneath the soil; taking a liking to the stench and rolling me up into a huge, black dungball.  The beetles were strong; only fifty or so of them set on rolling me through the miasma to collect it, and pushed me along towards their hovel. As I was rolled, I remember watching my shadow follow; the dark grass wilting along the way, only to be slowly regrown back to health.  I wouldn't ever see the 'normal' grass again; just the inside of a dung beetle colony's disgustingly smelly hovel.  The number had dectupled once I was pushed inside, and a micro-army of beetles took to breaking off pieces of my pitch-black shell, using it to fertilize their young inside balls of feces they'd rolled previously.

*italic Why am I treated like I am shit?  To be nothing more than a breeding ground for young dung beetles?* I thought idly as the beetles slowly devoured and bred their eggs into me.  They covered me in their own feces in the process.  They weren't dark and tainted, but they knew what I liked.  A huge beetle emerged, full of her eggs, and proceeded to pry open my jaws with hers and opened it wide, spinning around and quickly defecating both beetle butt-paste and her unfertile babies into my stomach.  A beetle carved open a new tunnel as I was forced to chow down, swallowing in huge gulps from the insect's tailpipe.  The doll in the sky immediately shook his head, and the heat grew blindingly hot again; washing over the tainted miasma hole and whitewashing the scene.

I drooled with a disgustingly full belly, belching and hacking up lots of snot, saliva and shadowy mucus in the process of burning up in the completely white space.  I could feel that I was in the beast's stomach now; the doll having enveloped me inside its bowels while I baked almost in its oven-like gizzard.  The glowing, white Tyranitar rubbed its stomach, knocking me forward as I gasped for breath, sloshing in a pit of liquid mush; mainly meat and spicy berries.  The air was so acrid it burned my lungs to breathe, and equally made me hungry too - I slobbered over the incredibly acidic mixture as I dipped my head through its sloppy digestive juices and was burned from the inside out.  The meat was delicious; it packed my own shadowy, dark bowels; only to have more of the same mixture of Tamato berries and steak plop down on my skull.  The beast snickered as I became obnoxiously fat off its waste and pseudo-digested food - I spewed vomit and upchucked into its dung-filled bowels as I travelled deeper into his depths.  Yet, I had to eat its light-infused, molten feces;  if I didn't, I'd immediately just feel the need to scarf down more of it!  Impossible to resist; and my dark self was feeling the effects of its feces gurgling amidst the eggs in my bowels.

The beetles had started to feast and hatch inside my brown guts; eventually popping back out of the beast's bowels and down into an empty city septic tank.  The completely shining Tyranitar's anus was sullied by my gooey, black skin; and as I exited, I landed with a thick and resounding plop at the bottom of the tank; about thirty feet deep and only a foot wide.  Being made of darkness just made it worse as body parts flailed about; struggling for cohesion in the tight, cramped space.  It was like pouring maple syrup over pancakes; except the mixture was far from sweet.  Giving birth to dung balls the size of a large watermelon yielded varying numbers of beetles that quickly took to carting the waste material away and up the sides of the tank; the young beetles instinctively knowing what to do with my gray waste matter.  I felt myself enjoying the dump more and more without any inhibitions at all; like I was pooping out my brain or something.  With the last few eggs peetering out, I laid below that dinosaur's rump above and gazed up at it - only to jolt back into reality.

"Gods... what's fake and what's real in my head?"

I sniffed about, turning up my nose at having pooped in the bed from the exciting dream.  (And it was a lot of poop; thanks for asking.)  Cleanup was easy as normal; just a few gags this time as I chomped down the lumpy waste material, and went about getting set for the day.

That's when I started seeing things.  Every second blink was filled with complete white, like being stuck inside that dinosaur's gut again, then back to the bathroom mirror.  Something was looming in wait for me to go off guard...  I didn't give it the time of day, though.

I ate some hot dogs for breakfast, then went back downstairs to get dressed for the rest of the day.  The Tyranitar I'd seen was shimmering underneath my bed, its tail quickly wiggling underneath it, before the light equalized in the room and everything was 'normal' again.  I peeked underneath; then suddenly felt a swat on my rump; making me bump my head on the bedding pretty hard!  I recomposed and swung my tail in retort, knocking over a table and my diaper pail in the process.

Now I was pissed.  I knew something wasn't right about today; I don't bother with drugs apart from allergy medications; so I wasn't going crazy... until that beast hovered above and farted right in my face.  It was a pleasant smell, like chlorof--

*thud*

I woke up some time later, extremely dizzy and feeling next to puking because of it.  (And no, the poop doesn't make me puke that easy.)  I stood wobblingly in my room and struggled over to my chair to sit down.  Putting down a Pepsi seemed the best course of action; so I did that, and proceeded to log into my computer - my background quickly flashed a couple times from that solid white tyrannosaurus to its normal state again.  I jolted back, now stuck in a state of brash fear.  I couldn't be losing it; not to a ghost...?

"Wait..."

I had the bright idea to play dumb for a second.  All this time I'd been trying to attack; when I really needed to start countering this shit head-on.  So, I reached for my pants and shoes and decided to do something I never would try and do - go outside and play in the sprinkler!  Everything took about five minutes to set up, and it was hot out to boot - easily enough to get drenched in my clothes; being as odd as I could.  I looked up at the sun; only to have it replaced by that dinosaur again - this time I knew what to do.  I smirked and knocked the beast from its precipice with a rather intense Dark Pulse of pure shadow energy; and the facade fell like a ton of bricks!

The shiny Tyranitar had been a Haunter all along.  It tended to hang about and harass the local block of humans by overturning vases and breaking china every now and again, but this time it'd been hit pretty hard.  Hard enough to stomp on his face, that is!  One more smelly-toe-darkness-infused punt later, it retreated in fear somewhere.  Ghosts run away at the slightest hint of resistance, I've found...

Plus it was sunny out; and my clothes were drenched.  Pretty wild dream for a single day~