He drops for what feels like an eternity, his flight ring doing absolutely nothing, his teke not even providing a spark. After a while, he stops being scared. It's like the bottomless pit outside the Mystery Shack -- he doesn't even know if there's a bottom and that means it's pointless to be afraid of hitting it. Either it'll happen or it won't.
In the end he does hit something. The darkness disappears and the sky is bright around him, a bright unnatural white. He gets only a glimpse of deep red as he drops into an ocean and kicks his way to the surface, sputtering, a metallic taste on his tongue. He kicks off his boots to keep them from weighing him down and tries to keep his head above the surface. The water is almost too thick to swim through, so he stops trying, instead floating on his back and looking up at the sky. Holding up a hand, he sees that his arm is soaked in...
"Blood. Ew." So unhygienic. Ugh, he hopes that since it's a realm of nightmares and horrors that the blood in it doesn't have any diseases. It wouldn't have diseases if it's not coming from real people, right? It's not like whatever evil demon or spirit or whatever's behind this would try to kill someone with hepatitis.
He tries to angle his head to look around, but all he sees is red in every direction he can get a glimpse of. It briefly occurs to him that the danger here might be something in the blood sea under him, like a sea monster, but the gentle ebb and flow of the waves lulls him into a state of calm that makes the fear flow right out of him.
Overhead he hears the screech of gulls and sees them fly above him, moving against unseen winds. They have no flesh, just white bone that clicks as they flap their wings. It's actually all very relaxing, and feels like a normal day at the beach back home in California.
He's getting tired of fighting this. It's not so bad, right? It feels like...home.
The waves push him onto a beach with bone white sand. Nearby he sees bones sticking up like driftwood and realizes that the sand actually is bone, ground down into gritty dust.
The pain behind his left eye gets worse than ever and he closes his eyes and presses his knuckles against his eyelid.
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In the end he does hit something. The darkness disappears and the sky is bright around him, a bright unnatural white. He gets only a glimpse of deep red as he drops into an ocean and kicks his way to the surface, sputtering, a metallic taste on his tongue. He kicks off his boots to keep them from weighing him down and tries to keep his head above the surface. The water is almost too thick to swim through, so he stops trying, instead floating on his back and looking up at the sky. Holding up a hand, he sees that his arm is soaked in...
"Blood. Ew." So unhygienic. Ugh, he hopes that since it's a realm of nightmares and horrors that the blood in it doesn't have any diseases. It wouldn't have diseases if it's not coming from real people, right? It's not like whatever evil demon or spirit or whatever's behind this would try to kill someone with hepatitis.
He tries to angle his head to look around, but all he sees is red in every direction he can get a glimpse of. It briefly occurs to him that the danger here might be something in the blood sea under him, like a sea monster, but the gentle ebb and flow of the waves lulls him into a state of calm that makes the fear flow right out of him.
Overhead he hears the screech of gulls and sees them fly above him, moving against unseen winds. They have no flesh, just white bone that clicks as they flap their wings. It's actually all very relaxing, and feels like a normal day at the beach back home in California.
He's getting tired of fighting this. It's not so bad, right? It feels like...home.
The waves push him onto a beach with bone white sand. Nearby he sees bones sticking up like driftwood and realizes that the sand actually is bone, ground down into gritty dust.
The pain behind his left eye gets worse than ever and he closes his eyes and presses his knuckles against his eyelid.