... What’s going on.
The last thing they knew was that they were scrambling to get to the top of the tower, to reach Habit before they passed out from whatever the hell was being pumped into the air. Kamal wasn’t kidding when he said there was no turning back from this. It’s not like Flower child was going to lay and wait for something to happen. The second they woke up they ran towards the tower. Long story short, they didn’t quite make all the way; recalling enclosing darkness and only the sound of Habit’s disjointed voice before they hit the ground cold.
They blinked once. Twice. They tried to take in their surroundings, despite the pain and wooziness they felt. Panic ensued as it became obvious that they were now restrained. They tried to wiggle their way out, as if it would help. Stuck, stuck, stuck. They were stuck. They hated it. They hated feeling like there was a pit in their stomach.
Why was it so dark in here? They couldn’t see anything until their attention was captured by a pair of glowing yellow eyes. There was something... inhuman about them. Was that Doctor Habit? They weren’t sure what they expected the other to look like, but it certainly wasn’t this. It was unsettling. All the Flower child could do was shift uncomfortably, feeling like prey in the eyes of a hunter.
@smilinghabit !
