KLOVER

Chapter 5: "Welcome To Hell!"

Klover didn't know how long for, but it was clear to him that he had died. However, the question was... what was next for him?

"Where the hell am I?!"

Klovers voice echoes throughout the darkness.

He couldn't see at all,

he couldn't hear at all.

He couldn't even hear the echo of his own voice that protruded throughout the darkness.

Only his thoughts he could hear.

"Is this nothingness?" He asked himself.

He had no concept of time whilst in this state. He felt like he couldn't breathe but at the same time, he felt as if he didn't need to. It was as if he was afloat in his thoughts within an unmarked territory, for hours and hours when it had been only mere seconds.

He felt...

stuck.

Like he needed to somehow escape this place but...

He just couldn't.

"What is this place?" He thought.

"I want to go back... is this what hell really is? Is this what death really is?" His voice echoed before he paused.

He gave up on talking and only thought to himself by this point.

"I want to go back..."

After some time he thought back on his past life. The kind of person he was, who he may still be. He regretted the way he lived after experiencing this wretched afterlife.

But that all changed, after some time. He began to regain his senses.

First was his hearing.

He could hear other people...

"I can hear. Who are all those people? It's like they're... Whispering, but I can hear them clearly."

He began to listen closely to the voices that sounded like quiet whispers and after a bit of time passed he heard a loud buzzing sound that pierced his eardrums.

*ERRRRRRRR*

He quickly tried to cover his ears but all he could hear was the dreaded noise that shot through his brain.

He wanted to rip his ears off.

The sound gradually dialed down.

Slowly...

Finally relieved of his stress, he opened up his eyes.

He could see again.

He looked at himself and saw his body was fully recovered and healed.

"Am I... alive?" He thought.

"My arm... it's recovered." Klover examined his left arm and moved around his body. He was still floating, but after he opened his eyes, he still couldn't see any people.

All he could hear was their voices. It was a mixture of irritation and confusion that he was feeling.

His mind was crowded with the sounds of many but... it didn't feel particularly loud.

It was better than before atleast.

He didn't know if this was all in his head but,

he felt at peace.

"Maybe dying isn't so bad after all--"

Just as Klover says this he feels his body get pulled down by a sudden force.