[ Well, he definitely panicked. Maybe it was a bit much, but he really couldn't think of anything else to do.
He can't seem to move like he normally does, which is concerning, but then again, he was dying, wasn't he? So being aware enough to not be dead is a good thing, he thinks.
He calls out, but it feels like he's forgotten how to speak, or what words are like. All he can make are wordless sounds, and he's not sure if those are coming out like he wants them to.
It's very dark, wherever he is. He's never been scared of the dark (you can't really live in Subcon that way), but this blackness seems to stretch on forever. ]
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He can't seem to move like he normally does, which is concerning, but then again, he was dying, wasn't he? So being aware enough to not be dead is a good thing, he thinks.
He calls out, but it feels like he's forgotten how to speak, or what words are like. All he can make are wordless sounds, and he's not sure if those are coming out like he wants them to.
It's very dark, wherever he is. He's never been scared of the dark (you can't really live in Subcon that way), but this blackness seems to stretch on forever. ]
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