Too Disco, Baby

by godisadyke

Summary:

there's a disco ball suspended haphazardly from the ceiling fan.
and there's a body attached to the disco ball.
there's a head attached to his neck and he's in it.

alternate title: the skills are having a field day and harry's brain is the field
what are they playing you might ask? foosball with the disco ball that is harry's head
alternate alternate title: Inland Empire and Conceptualization Team Up Just To Fuck Shit Up

Notes:

hi friends!
this is my first ever disco fic, i wrote it in an hour between classes my first week at college and then tucked it away in a corner and never posted it... for some reason...
and now i'm like 2 weeks away from the end of the semester and something in me is just compelled to post it

INLAND EMPIRE — Tired of being the monster you are, Harry? Don’t kid yourself.
Your fatal flaw: humanization. You aren’t an animal at all. Sure, you may ravage all that lies in your path. May tear to shreds everything that so much as glances your way. But you can’t help it can you?

RHETORIC — It’s only your nature. Not human nature, no. You’ve lost that long ago.

CONCEPTUALIZATION — You are the Pale, Harry. A never-ending void eating away at anything that dare set itself in your path. 

          You are nothing. 

          You are all. 

INLAND EMPIRE — You have no conscience, yet too many voices. The wires got crossed somewhere and now you’re going crazy. Certifiable, Harry. You’re off the deep end. Become what has been driving you all these years. There’s no turning back now; take the plunge. 

CONCEPTUALIZATION — You’re hanging from the ceiling, Harry.
Spinning, spinning, spinning.
Greedily, you gobble up all of the light given to you and blind the room in return. You claim to make the light—the life—more interesting. Bright colors. Dancing patterns. Raucous music. No one can keep up with you though. You’re an endless loop and they’ll be forced to dance ‘til they drop.
Twirling, twirling, twirling.

ESPRIT DE CORPS — Elaborate footwork required to step around you and your erratic patterns. Go round and round the eternal circle. They’ll tire beyond repair. You’ve seen it before. And when they leave? Then what?

SUGGESTION — What are you left with?

LOGIC — It’s just an empty room. And still you continue to spin. You don’t know how to do anything else.

DRAMA — Eventually, the light may dull. With nothing to reflect, you no longer have a purpose. But you don’t know how to do anything else.

 

SHIVERS — YOU WILL SINGLE HANDEDLY BE THE END OF THE WORLD, HARRY. WIPE OUT ALL OF CIVILIZATION UNTIL ONLY YOU REMAIN.

 

SUGGESTION — Cut yourself down.

VOLITION — Being an animal is better than nothing right? Walk among them. Learn their ways. Maybe one day you'll even believe you are truly one of them. 

EMPATHY — At least that way, you’re the one slowly withering away. 

ESPRIT DE CORPS — They’ll be okay without you. Better off even.

INLAND EMPIRE — Your disco days are over, Harry. It’s time to become the animal you always thought you were.

Notes:

btw this is based off a piece of fan art i saw when i was first getting into the fandom and i for the life of me cannot find it no matter how much i search. but it was essentially what the summary says, it's harry with a disco ball head suspended from the ceiling (i'm pretty sure) and it's beautiful and i want to link it if it still exists and anyone knows what i'm talking about! i know there are a couple ones that are the same idea but there's one specific one that inspired this

also thank you for reading! i know it's just a short lil guy but it was all very spur of the moment and then i came back to it recently and was like "oh huh there are skill voices in here" so i revamped it a little bit.. i hope you liked it <3 i hope to write more soon!

you can find me on tumblr you can find me on tumblr at @god-is-a-dyke ! my contributions to fandom are mostly shitposts and i'm only a little sorry