FE2 oneshots, I guess.

[DM] To Truly Drown

I wonder how long I will be down here.

Perhaps this is my punishment for leaving. Even if the moderators never actually caught up with me. I'm not sure which is worse.

Death did seem to be desirable after the first few hours, however.

I've drowned before. Everyone from my game has, but it is rather quick and painless. It is part of the game, anyway. Or it has to be coded like that, for the players' safety.

Out here though, it appears that this world is more unforgiving to those who drown.

When I finally got out of player civilisation, it was just me and the endless wastelands. It appears that the citizens of Robloxia have decided to use it as a giant landfill - especially the developers of Roblox's games. There was corrupted data mixed in with the piles of trash, which would make traversing this place even more dangerous for NPCs like me.

I wasn't really safe anywhere, anyway. Home was hell to live in, even if Ghostly tried to make things more tolerable. I do wonder if they alerted him, though. As much as I would despise it if it were anyone else, I really can't blame them. I never told them that I was leaving, and they'd be worried. Even then, they're only doing their job, anyway.

Although that meant my face was plastered on the news, being listed as a rogue NPCs. The players are taught to fear those who are rogue, so I really can't trust anyone there. The moderators are meant to bring us back to our developers, but I'm sure they'll just kill me on sight, anyway. I don't think I've heard of a rogue actually being spared.

I only had forward to go, away from Robloxia.

For days I hiked through, occasionally getting jumped by other rogues and those living in exile. I ran away from them all, the ability of flight usually having an advantage.

But the strong winds out here meant that it would be dangerous to fly, so I kept walking.

At some point, the garbage stopped, but the amount of corrupted data seemed to increase exponentially the further I got. I decided I've gotten the furthest I could, so I decided to just set up camp.

It's a good thing NPCs don't need food or water.

Out here, free to do what I wanted without judgement, I decided to start using the trash around me to build. It was rather fun, being able to make something truly for myself for once. I wonder what those I knew would think of this.

Disappointment, probably. Definitely disgust.

I don't care.

Over time, I had to travel distances to get resources I needed. I wondered if I should pack up and move somewhere else with more resources. I wouldn't be dying anytime soon, so I could always come back to see my creations later.

So that's what I did. I didn't have many things I needed to pack in the first place.

I picked a direction, and started walking. It wouldn't take that long, I had thought.

I do not know if I tripped over something, or moved anything. One moment, I was walking through two hills made entirely out of trash, the next thing, I was tumbling down in a landslide of garbage. I only caught a glimpse off the glitching ground before I fell right through it.

It felt like my senses immediately got confused, my sense of direction suddenly misplaced as I struggled to tell up from down. I could see the sky, but it was quickly disappearing as I seemed to sink further and further. I couldn't get back up.

Although what I noticed the most was that breathing hurt.

A lot.

I thought that was the worst of it, I simply decided to hold my breath as that should prevent me from hurting. But I could only cough as I gasped in more of what I could only assume was a liquid of sorts.

It stung.

I could only thrash around as I attempted to get back to the surface, but I was pretty sure I was only sinking further. At some point, I just decided to gasp in a lungful of the vicious liquid and held my breath.

I fully expected to die from this, but NPCs don't need air to live.

I really wished I was dead.

There was the issue of breathing in water for the first couple of hours, until I got used to it. At some point, my body just got numb to the pain, starting to disregard the uncomfortable feeling of breathing in water instead of air. It got easier to deal with, but the entire time I was slowly getting even more tired. Even if I didn't need air to live, I was built after a player, after all. I needed some stuff to keep myself going. And air may have been one of them. It became harder to focus, and my mind seemed to be in a sort of fog. I also started feeling unusually calm, too calm for the situation I was in. And I guess what people would call drunk, almost constantly.

One thing I had come to learn was that it was really hard to fall asleep down here, no matter how exhausted I got. Perhaps the unconscious knowledge that I'm drowning still kept some sort of adrenaline pumping through, but it's been a long time and it's honestly rather annoying. It just made me feel much worse, already on top of the aforementioned symptoms of lacking air and the absolute lack of stimulation wherever I was. Most of the time, I just close my eyes and tell myself repeatedly that I was sleeping. Perhaps to keep me sane. The days started blending together, to the point that I wasn't sure how long a day was anymore. It was pitch black by then, so I couldn't see anything anymore. I was sure that I had sunk so deep to the point that it was just utter silence.

So I only had my thoughts to pass the time.

I wonder why I don't regret ever leaving.