[The music continued to play, the spotlight moving in time with the heavy beat. Every time the spotlight passed over Marley, she found another burn on her body. Her arms, her legs, her stomach, and even her face were subjected to the torture. No matter what she did, she could not avoid it.]
I can't--make it stop...make it stop, please!
Marley's fault!
[She felt dizzy. The stage was spinning in front of her, making it hard to focus on the faces in the crowd, her fellow glee club members. The music suddenly sounded muffled, as if her ears were filled with cotton. For a brief moment, she had the thought that she was going to pass out. Suddenly, though, everything just...stopped.
Silence.
Darkness.
The dizziness was gone, but she still fell to her knees. She winced and gasped in pain at having landed on scrapes still sore from falling earlier. Her chest heaved with deep breaths before she lifted her eyes, hoping for an answer to what was going on. Her eyes only widened when a pair of familiar voices reached her ears.]
The judges, by unanimous vote, have declared the Warblers victorious.
Yeah, well, we'd all be here if you hadn't face-planted at sectionals!
[Coach Sylvester...Tina...
That's right. It was her fault they didn't make it. She had failed them. She messed up and it kept the New Directions from going to Regionals. Tina was right...
With a shuddering breath, Marley pushed herself to her feet and looked up. Blinking, she found herself standing in a war zone. A battlefield. Hundreds, no, thousands of Digimon were fighting, but there were also humans on horseback carrying flags adorned with crosses piercing others similar to them with lances and spears, blood flying everywhere. Tornadoes flung creatures of all kinds in every direction, some of them impaling on A cheetah flew past her at top speed before careening into a gazelle not three feet behind her. Marley turned just in time to see the poor creature's windpipe ripped out by the victorious cat.
All of it made her stomach churn and when she faced away, she had to gasp at where she was. It was a restroom, decorated like the restrooms at McKinley. The sound of applause outside, Artie telling everyone to get into their places for the next number in Grease...
Grease?
Marley looked down at her clothes and found herself wearing her yellow Sandra Dee dress. And it was tight. So tight. She felt like she couldn't breath in it. Her stomach was doing flip flops. The dizzy feeling came back and everything felt like it was going to fall out from under her.]
I was distracted by Marley's unfortunate and very noticeable weight gain.
[Kitty...
That was the last straw. Marley flew into a stall and hunched over it, and attempted to throw up anything and everything in her stomach. Nothing came up. Her body wracked with wave after wave of dry heaving. Only when she felt completely exhausted did her body finally stop writhing.]
Well, get over here and let Femme Fatale tell you what she sees. You look H-O-T-T, hot.
CW: Eating Disorders; Blood and Gore
I can't--make it stop...make it stop, please!
Marley's fault!
[She felt dizzy. The stage was spinning in front of her, making it hard to focus on the faces in the crowd, her fellow glee club members. The music suddenly sounded muffled, as if her ears were filled with cotton. For a brief moment, she had the thought that she was going to pass out. Suddenly, though, everything just...stopped.
Silence.
Darkness.
The dizziness was gone, but she still fell to her knees. She winced and gasped in pain at having landed on scrapes still sore from falling earlier. Her chest heaved with deep breaths before she lifted her eyes, hoping for an answer to what was going on. Her eyes only widened when a pair of familiar voices reached her ears.]
The judges, by unanimous vote, have declared the Warblers victorious.
Yeah, well, we'd all be here if you hadn't face-planted at sectionals!
[Coach Sylvester...Tina...
That's right. It was her fault they didn't make it. She had failed them. She messed up and it kept the New Directions from going to Regionals. Tina was right...
With a shuddering breath, Marley pushed herself to her feet and looked up. Blinking, she found herself standing in a war zone. A battlefield. Hundreds, no, thousands of Digimon were fighting, but there were also humans on horseback carrying flags adorned with crosses piercing others similar to them with lances and spears, blood flying everywhere. Tornadoes flung creatures of all kinds in every direction, some of them impaling on A cheetah flew past her at top speed before careening into a gazelle not three feet behind her. Marley turned just in time to see the poor creature's windpipe ripped out by the victorious cat.
All of it made her stomach churn and when she faced away, she had to gasp at where she was. It was a restroom, decorated like the restrooms at McKinley. The sound of applause outside, Artie telling everyone to get into their places for the next number in Grease...
Grease?
Marley looked down at her clothes and found herself wearing her yellow Sandra Dee dress. And it was tight. So tight. She felt like she couldn't breath in it. Her stomach was doing flip flops. The dizzy feeling came back and everything felt like it was going to fall out from under her.]
I was distracted by Marley's unfortunate and very noticeable weight gain.
[Kitty...
That was the last straw. Marley flew into a stall and hunched over it, and attempted to throw up anything and everything in her stomach. Nothing came up. Her body wracked with wave after wave of dry heaving. Only when she felt completely exhausted did her body finally stop writhing.]
Well, get over here and let Femme Fatale tell you what she sees. You look H-O-T-T, hot.