WARNING: PANIC ATTACK, PLEASE SKIP IF YOU FEEL TRIGGERED
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The world grew gray, clouds sat up in the sky casting a dark shadow over the forest.
It felt real, the wind that caused the trees surround Taz sounded real, the crunch of old and new leaves under his bare-feet felt real, the duel hue of different sorts of colours looked real, and finally the smells of the old earth and the smell of wet leaves all seemed real.
So why did Taz not remember how he got here? In fact the last thing he remembers was graffitiing the walls of New York. He twisted around searching for any answer, any possible clue as of how.
All he found was a whole lotta of nothing. The longer he stood there, the more he felt the presence of something, the trees seemed to reach out for him, the branches growing longer, looking more like long claws by the minute.
Taz shivered, having no idea where he was headed he took careful steps inside the dark musky forest, his feet seeming to know where he was needing to go.
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After some hours, or was it minutes? The denseness of the forest seemed to grow less, more light showed itself, bright cheerful moss flowed around like a bed of water.
His feet hurt, his throat hurt from calling out for someone, and his mind was blown out in full panic.
He couldn't figure out where he was, the world around him was a maze of confusion.
A loud creak echoed around Taz, he whipped his head towards it, searching, he felt his breath speed up and his heart seemed to beat like drums.
"Hello?"
No answer.
"If you answer me I'll suck ya for free?"
Still no answer.
"I'm really good at it too, so if you're worried about dat don't be"
