The Glitch - Closed RP - profoundly-niave
The sky lit up the moment it started to rumble and crack. It was so dark out here, so empty and wide and terrifying.
Ram's legs were aching like they were falling apart pixel by pixel, and perhaps that was happening but he couldn't tell; he didn't want to look down again and see the blackness that had engulfed his once light suit. Well, there was light on this suit, too, but the circuits were thick and they didn't feel like his own. He wasn't at home anymore, he wasn't in a recognizer with Flynn anymore, and he certainly wasn't suppose to be here.
It took him what felt like cycles to finally find a place that looked somewhat alive and occupied, his sore system flickering, desperate for energy. As he climbed the steep, rocky mountainside he hoped with all his might that whoever lived here had the decency to offer him some of this precious energy, and maybe even an explanation.
"Ngh-!" he grunted, hoisting himself up and over the ledge and landing in a breathless heap by what looked like a back-door. You can do it, he encourages himself, attempting to ignore the pain in his dry system as he lifted himself up onto his feet.