This was not great to say the least. One moment things had been trucking along, business as usual, the next moment, bits of wall were crumbling. And it kept happening. It would always be in his periphery he first saw it. Turning his head to look where things had just been fine moments before netted more destruction.
But there was no apparent cause. No sounds of war or destruction. Just decay and ruin everywhere he looked. He was almost certainly hallucinating. It didn’t make any other sense. And it looked far too familiar, like something from a distant memory, to be real. And yet it seemed to be. He could reach out and touch the rubble, smell the ruin. Smell the… what was that?
His head whips around, looking for the source of the scent. It didn’t seem human. He wasn’t sure what it was exactly, not yet, but he didn’t think it was going to be friendly when it made its presence properly known. He ought to get to Licht, make sure his Eve was okay. But that would be easier said than done with all the debris and the disconcerting presence’s impending arrival. Planning his strategy is momentarily interrupted by a voice, not entirely unfamiliar to him, as it belongs to his flatmate, but unexpected, since they didn’t really tend to socialize much due to how often Hyde was simply not at his actual condo.
He tilts his head at the question. “In where? There isn’t anything to be in here. Just looks like pile of rubble has done me in, but I am way more durable than that. You might want to watch out for falling rubble though. That thing you’re standing in front of doesn’t seem too stable. As much fun as watching it squish you might be, I don’t think we’ve got a whole lot of time to be standing around taking in the entertainment.” He steps out of the rubble toward the diminutive figure, warily eyeing the surroundings.
❆ i... wha?
❆ there's, there's a building right here...
it shifted atop the snow, reaching forward to pat the rather solid wall before it just to prove its point, expression a little less sad as it picked up on the rather nonchalant air the other was giving off and a little more confused as what he was saying was completely against what snow had perceived to be true - though the solemn air to its voice didn't completely pass.
and as it watched the man practically phase through what looked to be a very solid building, it stumbled enough to fall on its backside in the slush, wide eyed as its snowglobe friend quickly moved to try and help it back up. once it was standing again, wringing its mittened hands against the sad, wooden replacement for its usual staff, it gave him a curious look, shifting anxiously in the snow as its expectations for what was real were completely subverted in a matter of seconds.
