Do you ever write snippets before you get to that plot point? Yeah...
Here's an Oasis snippet that had been itching at my brain~! :D
Something felt off.
It was something strange... Something watching. Waiting.
Patiently.
Pomni shook off the mild tremor crawling down her spine and merely rolled her shoulders once ā twice ā to ease the chilling pull of goosebumps that rose the hair on the back of her neck.
Someone was watching her ā she should be used to this by now.
Slowly, Pomni turned to the entrance of the great hall, eyes trailing the expanse of the red carpet leading up to the main room. There was no one. Fine.
Was it always this quiet?
Pomni looked the other way, down the hall, towards Zoobleās room, only to meet the empty space that didnāt spare her as much as a nod. No one was there. No one was with her. She was definitely the only one there.
Unless...
Pomniās shoulders sagged heavily, letting out a long sigh, before looking up and aimlessly dragging her eyes along the rafters, so high above, that she could not see what lurked among them, but fairly certain that their was someone there.
She had been very quiet lately.
The jester, looked down, to the side as she got lost in thought, as she tried to ease herself into calmness. She tried... Hopelessly haunted by that sinking pull of the gravity in the dread that just didnāt seem to quite leave her, despite knowing who was watching.
Her eyes caught onto something odd. Something unusual when compared to the norm. The wall paper just didnāt seem right. There was something off.
Oh!
A small tear in the paper ā just barely noticeable ā just off to the side from where Pomni was standing. A line... Carving a subtle trail running down the side of the hallās wall. It beckoned her eyes to travel along the etched path, slowly entrancing her follow. It felt so long. It felt so intriguing.
Helpless to the beckon of this odd little etched trail that slowly seduced her down the hall. Hyper fixated, obediently following... as if to answer a soft, yearning call.
The trail was abruptly swallowed into an inky, black void, and the immersion was ripped from Pomniās mind. She blinked as she found herself standing in front of a door, merely opened by a crack.
Ice burnt itās sharp crystals into the jesters veins at the sight of Jaxās toothy grin sported onto the label adorning the doorās large flat surface, nailing itās menace and perversion into Pomniās peripheries.
She couldnāt tear her gaze from the black from what she saw inside the crack in the doorway, unable to see what is inside and overwhelmed by what she knew, lurked inside. The door didnāt feel like a door anymore... It felt like the open maw of a beast, waiting for her to step closer to swallow her whole.
Pomni knew that it had to be a play on her mind, but the room was breathing, creaking open itās jaw oh so slowly just to beckon her inside.
the funniest thing about my friend and i is that i have the exact same placement as atsumu in EVERYTHING (mbti, enneagram, attitudinal personality, the big 5, our temperaments, socionics) and my friend has the same everything as sakusa
