DC Headcanon's 6: Sparkle Sparkle!

Distorted Reality

depersonalization tw

disassociation tw

Basically how I imagine the breakdown happened

Guess which partner/dad/family member it was who managed to get him at first. I personally think they went down too fast to be Texas or Kentucky. I lowkey think it was either New York or California 

DC dashed around the corner of a house, slumping against the wall and breathing heavily.

They were after him again.

He didn't know what those "things" were; one minute he was safe in an office, the next these "things" were talking to him, trying to touch him, trying to make him feel better.

Why wouldn't they GO?

DC panted hard and snuck a peek around the side of the wall, good. They hadn't followed him yet. Where did they even come from anywhere? How did they get inside the house? Isn't breaking and entering illegal?

Wait

Was that even his house?

As he contemplated, his ears perked up to the backdoor opening and his head snapped back to the deck. The"things" were all standing together, looking around, looking for him. DC looked back in front of him at the empty stretch of road the house was connected to, deciding if he was going to make a run for it, he was going to have to go now. With a deep breath, DC started walking away from the wall, hoping none of the "things" would hear him.

But with just his luck, the gravel crumbled under his feet and the "things" turned to him like predators.

DC heard a strangled cry from one of the "things" and he started to take off, wondering how far away from his home (was it?) he'd have to get before the things caught up to him. The "things" called after him as he ran off, DC praying he'd find a safe spot that he could duck and hide in so the "things" wouldn't catch up to him. The shouting got louder, how did these "things" know his name, why wouldn't they leave him alone, he was just one person.

He felt his body getting tired but couldn't slow down, knowing the "things" were right behind him. DC tried to focus on the houses and road in front of him when something grabbed his arms, making him freeze. One of the "things" caught up to him, and had grabbed onto his elbow not letting him go.

"LET ME GO!" DC screamed, thrashing and trying to get out of the things grasp. The "thing" spoke, it sounded like static, and DC couldn't make heads or tails of what it was saying. DC thought quickly and kicked the "thing" in the shin, making it yell out in pain and allowing him to get away. He looked at the "things'' standing in front of him, and out of the corner of his eyes he spotted a large stick just laying in the middle of the road. Quickly, DC grabbed the stick pointing it at the "things" and backing away.

"GET AWAY FROM ME. NONE OF YOU ARE REAL." DC screamed. More static, the "things" trying to talk to him. DC swung the stick trying to keep them all away, wishing he could just disappear.

Static again, it hurt his ears, he couldn't make out anything any of the "things" were saying. DC swung again, narrowly missing a couple of the "things", eyes stinging his eyes.

"YOU'RE NOT REAL." DC screamed. He wanted to leave, he wanted to disappear, god why couldn't he GO AWAY.

Suddenly everything was quiet. DC dropped the stick and looked around the living room he'd suddenly appeared in. It was a bit messy, and looked like it hadn't been touched in weeks, but DC recognized it.

His apartment.

DC dropped the stick and sighed, still feeling anxiety coiled in his chest that the "things" would appear again. He knew he wasn't safe, he had to get out quickly, but he didn't know where to go. DC wandered through the apartment, touching everything, making sure it was really real and in-person as opposed to what he'd gone through back in....

Orlando? Why was he in Orlando?

Having the sense to collect some clothes, DC tossed some in a duffle and hurried out of his apartment before any of the "things" could find him. He didn't know where he was going, he didn't know if the "things" would find him, but he knew he had to get to safety. Maybe he'd visit one of the more western states, see if he could find a quiet place out there where he could collect his thoughts, put enough distance between the "things" and him as possible.

Still DC couldn't get the image of one of the "things" out of his head; his soft gaze, his gentle touch on his arm, the begging, how some of the static became clear before DC had to kick him.

"Dee. Please. We're real. Let us help you."

DC shook his head as he stepped into the crowd, thankful it wasn't full of "things" although he still felt paranoid and nervous. He put his head down and trudged through the crowd, mind set on his destination, trying to figure out why he was seeing those "things", why they insisted they were real, why did his head hurt so much, why was he in Orlando?

Why did his anxiety perk up as he passed the National Mall?

He shook his head and continued on his trek, occasionally looking behind him to make sure the "things" wouldn't find him.

He'd figure it out. He just needed time alone.