Waken (UT×MLP) [STC]

Figure

The silence grew louder, ringing in his ears.

The light screamed into his eyes, the darkness staring back.

Colours, colours, colours-

Disjointed words bubbled in his mouth, leaking out against the stark contrast of the walls.

The light was almost... weaker.

He wasn't there.

But why then, did it still hurt?

He could feel his lungs erupting with noise, a ear-piercing static that tugged at him.

But it wasn't real.

He existed.

But maybe... this wasn't about him.

He turned around.

A hunched figure lay nearby.

Shaking.

He reached out, and if only for a moment, he was there.

The person he was seeing was trapped in there.

He stretched his arm further, and further, the figure turning towards him.

It looked four-legged.

The figure turned around, also reaching out.

He swam through the pixely mess of static, and grabbed the figure's hand.

The room came into view, the world out of reach, your mind glued into a horrific reality of non-existence, forced to live watching everything and helplessly watch everything die. Over. And over. And over again.

The figure was twitching, jerking around helplessly, their flesh ripping itself apart and gluing itself back together.

He held them still, and took a good look at their face.

The figure's mouth was open.

Stuck in an eternal O.

They were screaming.

He hugged the figure.

He knew them.

"p in k ie p ie" was all he'd managed to say.

A croak of sound escaped her torn mouth.

Jumbled syllables flowed out.

Noise that he could make sense of.

"s a nsss" was the last thing they said.

He felt himself yanked into reality.

Someone was shaking him, tears pouring onto him.

He felt the world spin back into view.

He woke up.