MSA time travel idea (part 1)
Summary: Arthur falls off a cliff and lands in the past. Hellbent spoilers.
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“Lewis?”
Arthur’s grip falters as the ghost’s hold loosens. Air rushes past, pulling at his hair and clothes. The ghost, Lewis, rapidly shrinks, gravity pulling him away.
Half-formed memories pool about beneath his surface thoughts, dragging his attention away from the death currently rushing to greet him. Visions, tinted green, of caves, many tailed beasts, and red agony, flash by. The world is fuzzy, no longer making any sort of reasonable sense. Lewis was dead. A ghost. All that time spent searching and Lewis was dead. Something rips through his back and up into his chest. A brief flash of sensation akin to pain.
And he lands heavily on something soft.
Arthur violently spasmed, throwing himself up, flinging himself to the side. He rolled and there was the brief sensation of falling followed by a sudden thud. It stunned him long enough for his mind to catch up to his flailing limbs.
He’s not dead. Not impaled. He’s lying on a hard surface, smothered in tangled cloth. Whatever it is folds around him, warm and comforting. Arthur, panting, forced himself to still, listening to his hammering heart and hash breath. A blanket is draped over his head. It’s not the hard rocks and spikes he was expecting.
Shakily, Arthur reached and gripped the cloth, pulling it down. Sunlight, warm and yellow, hit his face and he squinted up. There’s a familiar window partially blocked by an equally familiar bed. He’s lying on the ground next to a workbench, head resting adjacent to his comfy work chair. He twitched, pulling himself partially upright, looking about wide-eyed. This is his room. In the sudden silence, he can just make out the metallic hum of equipment and distant shouts of the mechanics on shift in his Uncle’s shop.
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