ok so a lot of cringe going on, I got my garten of banba oc, next we got a self portrait but I’m crazy, and lastly we got a ii au/labfic or at least soon to be where fusion and sciency shit happens and I drew lightbulb because I can.
(I just realized now I drew paintbrush/microphone always looking like their on the verge of a panic attack lol)
Darkness claimed everything in this cave, or at least that was the case now. The eerie glow of green, with its accompanying fog had faded away. Nothing else remained save for the outline of stone. The constant sound of water dripping down from the ceiling could be heard not too far away… or was that something else dripping?
Then something happened.
Purple began to bleed into the darkness, forcing it away. Its light began to shimmer off the stalagmites jutting from the cave’s floor, mixing with pools of deep red. Like a corruption, the light tore at every surface around it. No rock face was safe from it, crawling its way from a source, pulling itself towards the entrance of the maw.
He pushed himself up, gazing around the sea of sharp points. For a moment, his memory was a foggy mess. How had he gotten down here again? Oh right, he fell.
When he looked up, he could see the safe cliff edge he had fallen from. No one remained there now, but there was no real good way to tell how long he had been out for. As far as he knew, that was nothing surprising. Still, it made his mind race over the events that had taken place. If everything was a bit jumbled from him being out, then best to get the timeline back in order.
The four of them had come into the cave, two inquisitive and eager to investigate while the other two were on edge. The former two didn’t seem to pay much heed to the smarter ones, all of them pressing deeper and deeper into a sea of green.
At one point, there was a fork in the path, the same split he came to now. He must not have realized he had begun to move while he was lost in thought. Well, it wasn’t hard to follow the few slats of wood encased in stone along the edges. Wouldn’t be of much use if they were just left on the floor to rot.
Like something else here.
Where was he again? Right…
Two went along the upper path, and two went down the lower one. It was them, those that chose to go up instead of down that caused everything to spiral out of control. Twisted grin, tears, screaming, the sound of flesh being torn apart, blood. Cries of pain rang out, echoing off the walls until there was nothing but still silence. Death hung over the floors.
And now he was trapped. Still in the living world, just taken a new form.
Where confusion once lingered, anger began to take over. None of this was supposed to happen. Why him? Everything was going so smoothly, nothing to worry about, and then it all fell apart in front of him.
Blonde… Arthur…
It all started with him. It had to be him didn’t it? Always the perfect little pawn for these sorts of situations, always the coward hiding behind others. Always the one getting into trouble. Danger seemed to cling to him, or rather guide him along the path he called his life. Now another life had been taken by his hand, quite literally, and he paid the price. The blond didn’t have the strength on his own.
He remembered the screams, even after he had fallen. Before everything grew dark.
There was no place for him here anymore.
He had to find Arthur, it was the only way to undo what had been done to him. Anger over one person was a bit hard to get under control, but also added fuel to that base desire. It seemed to be all that mattered. A growl echoed through the passage, the moon of the night sky becoming visible now that he had come to the entrance of the cave. It was night when they all came here too.
Had time even really passed at all?
A sound drew his attention forward. Slipping out of the entrance, he paused behind a collection of rocks. He shouldn’t have been worried about anything else coming here. What reason would there be for such an act? Peeking over the top, he could see what looked like a tiny white tree. There were pink blossoms among the leaves, roots blue. That was worrisome.
And it only confirmed his suspicion when the upper half of her head popped out of the ground. No reason to stick around here anymore.
He took off, eye narrowing. Being trapped in this limb was humiliating. He had to find him. Find Arthur and the damn mutt.
