31 - DreamScape Realisation

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Hell waged in the headspace.

a faceless black being, with a hoodie of white trails and dots, pants of the same pattern, a red cap, holding a weird hand gun

Facing up against a expresionless white person, black hair, shorts, tank top and a knife

it was a weird fight, as no matter how much the initial dream invader shot at omori, Omori managed to parry every bullets, well, he was owner of this dream space.

but it still couldn't stop the massive destruction caused by the seemlessly unimpressed being, the way he fights, shoots, holds a gun, it reminds omori of Lumine.

This moment of inattention prompted the being to throw his gun at omori, disarming omori from his knife, then rushed in with a ferocious punch

the punch was so vivid it woke Sunny up, he felt the punch on his face.
sunny was weirded out, what had just happened?

Outside, Lumine had finally awaken a super ego, despite being very unstable, the power surges from it are intense, he was alone, he looked at his form, faceless, torn clothes with the same pattern from sunny's dream, no cap, glowing red blood, black puffy hair to go with the light absorbing skin

The SUPER.E.G.O had no name, it seems the ability of speech was impossible, Lumine had approached space, the power emanating from lumine was giving out so much pressure Space fainted, so lumine stood away from him, he manifested a broken, shattered gun, the gun shot out beams of light from it, despite it being linear, the power from the gun was able to change, despite having a offset trigger and a explosion, well, it wasn't an explosion, an implosion rather, instead of exploding outside, it warped and shattered whatever was victim to it

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Tough time for Uzi, she was going through her depression arc again, but this time it was violent, scars had been imprinted on L's arms from the intense outbreak of Uzi's scratching

Uzi looked much taller and harder to discernate her colors as her glow became white, while her hair became black, she had also much darker color, sort of claws and a frightened/terrified expression, she clawed herself often, her clothes being torn, she always looked down, looked at her sides from the corner of her visor

Despite L's attempt at reassuring Uzi, Uzi was quite frankly dangerous, L's visor was now cracked, slowly healing but it hurts to have a sharp object jabbed into your eye

L could remember himself screaming and whailing in pain, stressing that he couldn't pull out the dense debris from his face, once he did, of course some oil dripped over

What even is uzi anymore?

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