Some of the fog in his mind clears at the loud yell, and he dimly registers that he’s got his back pressed against the wall now with a broken chest across from him spilling miscellaneous items out of it.
His panic only multiplies where he doesn’t recognize the room he’s in and there’s a hand on his shoulder why is there a hand on his shoulder don’t touch me get off me please go away let me go let me go let me– The book's pages flip of their own volition now.įundy jolts awake with a gasp tearing out of his throat as he coughs violently, sheets tangled around his legs. If he was able to turn, he would see the cloaked figure standing there, glowing face eerily reminiscent of something he couldn’t quite put his finger on. He’s rooted to the ground, unable to move even as the feeling of eyes on his back grows to an almost unbearable uncomfort. He drops the book, the pages flipping by themselves now and spelling out a sickeningly familiar phrase. Simply put, i know what you don’t remember.
You most likely won’t remember the events “Just stop…”īut as if compelled to do so, he keeps flipping the pages. He feels tears prick at the corners of his eyes, furiously blinking to hold them back. The book and quill sit on top of the table’s remains, like always. The table sits in a pile of wooden splinters, the skull laying sideways on the floor next to a pile of snapped chains. He slowly walks down the stairs, dread building. Here, the only hint of the storm existing is the occasional sand flung in through the crack underneath the door. He wrenches the heavy wooden door open, and the storm quiets behind him as the door closes. It had never stormed here before, never even so much as distant clouds. Still, he forces his legs to move as the wind batters the sand against him.ĭistantly, he realizes the weather has changed. The small hut is closer than ever before, but even taking one step towards it feels like there's an invisible weight tugging his body down, holding him in place. His cry echoes in the sound of the desert storm, dark gray sky and thunder rumbling in the distance. Stats: Published: Updated: Words: 16208 Chapters: 7/? Comments: 47 Kudos: 184 Bookmarks: 22 Hits: 2622Ī rabbit hops into view, head cocking at him before its prey instincts kick in and it bolts away.
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