@irrelevantbirthed
Where... where is he? This place it... it wasn't the bad place. Dream, perhaps? No. Felt too lucid. Felt too... REAL. Each step against his soles felt like a ticklish warmth. The humidity in the air also mixed with coldness, as if that Drake couldn't decide what his body temperature is. Fever, it felt like. Drake's legs were strangely okay with walking considering that they were punished earlier for acting out. For trying to disobey. He had been tasked with hurting another subject, and failed.
Now? Drake's legs weren't even burning or in agony. Not even bruised. Drake felt like the air around him too is slightly hard to breathe, which is the only complaint he's gotten so far. Drake's steps were cautious and slow. This dream... it took him out of that place, and for what? Drake's arms curl against his chest to try and soothe himself. "Hello...?" Drake calls out into the void. This loneliness. Yet above, it was like an aurora of galaxies and stars in the distance, mixing colors and wavelengths. "Where... am I?" Drake musters out. His voice in sheer awe. In the last few years he's been apart of this bad facility, never had he seen anything so majestic and beautiful. Drake's body didn't feel fear, no. It felt... a strange sense of pure and utter peace. Like nothing in the world could hurt him or do anything to him.














