Tbate reaction

Hello Darkness

It's time guys to watch what happened after

Author note

I will make them forget about grey from now on he's just a mysterious man

Arthur POV

It's time to look at what occurred to me after what happened, I felt terrible that I couldn't save her.

"All right, let's sit down," Claire murmured, anxious.

                                                                                     -Start-

Darkness. Complete darkness.

Everyone was relieved that he was still alive.

 I was floating, hovering in an utter reflectionless black. Whether I was drifting along or suspended in place, I couldn't tell.

 All knew was that there was nothing else—no sound, taste, smell, or touch in this sea of perpetual darkness.

 It was peaceful at first. I felt like I was both nothing and everything at the same time. I felt like a tiny spec in a vast universe, yet I also felt like nothing else existed aside from myself.

"Where is he?" Mica asked

 However, as time passed, I recalled more of what I was. I was a human...with hands, feet, and a body.

"What makes him think that way?" Ellie inquired.

 Yet, I couldn't feel anything. I tried curling my fingers and toes. I tried flaring my nostrils, opening my mouth. I couldn't feel anything. I couldn't even feel myself breathe.

 Fear took hold quickly. It didn't come in any physiological signs that I was accustomed to. No thumping of my heart, no quickening of my breath, no trembling of my body.

 Hell, I wished I could feel it—anything to verify that something more than just my consciousness existed. But I was stuck here as time passed by with no way to keep track.

"So he was in his mind, contemplating all that." Varay stated

 I tried everything to stay sane. I screamed, yet no sound came out. I tried biting off my own tongue yet there was no sensation.

 I simply existed.

 And I grew more and more mad with each subjective second that passed.

 Insanity effervesced, spreading and covering every corner of my consciousness. However, the hallucinations that I expected, hoped for—wished for—never came. None of the symptoms of insanity could be materialized in a world with literally nothing else and a body that I wasn't even sure I had, let alone felt.

 I soon grew bored of the incessant fear, anxiety, dread, and paranoia that gripped at my insides...if I even had insides. Memories that felt like they were on the tip of my hypothetical tongue were never within reach for me to truly recollect.

Time passed but in a state of nothingness, it was hard to even guess whether it was going by fast or slow. 

"I'd rather die than be in that state for days," King Glayder stated.

It was only when I felt a slight prickle on my...arm—yes, my arm—that I jolted out of my stupor.

 I had felt something for the first time. A few moments later, I felt another prickle, this time one that spread across my chest. Those prickles soon escalated into sharp piercing pains but I didn't care. Even pain was verifiable proof that I existed outside of my consciousness.