#daphnepost

[hermthebackstreetsrat]

// blog admin here, Daphne took over herm's blog, so she's gonna be the one talking until further notice ;3

[hermthebackstreetsrat]

Herm finds himself in a dark room. He's certainly not on the bus, nor is he back in his reality...

"Hello?" He says into the darkness, praying for a response

But nobody came

"This ain't funny, you know that right?" He prayed this was a prank, just another day with the sinners and whatnot

But there was no response

Silence.

He hears something pounding

A rhythmic tremor he could feel all throughout his being and this mysterious room

It reminded him of drums, not unlike those you hear before a great battle in ancient warfare

Thud

The tremors grow louder

Thud

He begins to run

Thud

He keeps running until

He's hunched over the bathroom sink, his face wet. He doesn't know if it's from tears, water, or sweat

He looks into the mirror, his eyes bloodshot from a lack of sleep, his hair thick and matted from a lack of care.

He feels cold. Why does he feel cold? It's too cold he needs to get warmer he's t o o c o l d

Then, he hears an all too familiar voice in the back of his mind

"Hello, My Beloved"

He's w a r m now

He's s a f e now

He's h o m e now