DUSTED TRUST - C!Faded's Perspective Of The Outsiders Roleplay

Welcome to the death trap

FADED

An echo of a voice rang through his head "Devil", the word devil was repeated to him.

By what by who? Well to that much he had yet to figure out himself.

Numbers flashed through his eyes 1 2 3. Eventually the whatever those were settled down.

He looked around, he didn't know where he was looking up he saw a hole?

Sighing he saw a lever the same thing echoing devil echoed to pull it.

What choice did he really have?

He pulled the lever as the ground underneath him began to rise.

He sighed Standing his feet in a fighting stance, he felt something shuffling on his back grabbing it and pulling it off.

He didn't know what it was but it was familiar, he decided he would keep it unsure what to do with it he put it back on his back.

Now then to focus where was he? He could see the surface not to far away...

He had no idea where he was or who he was, all he had was whatever it was he saw before waking up. Sighing, he eventually came to a wall seeing names before seeing the name 'Faded' was he Faded? But how does one forget their name? Amnesia? He wasn't old enough for that was he? Wait no that's not how it works. He sighed, he knew one thing for sure though, He was Faded.

Sighing he left where the names where coming to a gap in the wall, "Hmm." He cooed, taking step after step slowly as if he were balancing.

Faded sighed looking around, corridors. "Why have a hallway with a dead end?" He muttered to himself.

He walked over a tripwire, hearing the sound he cursed under his breath as an arrow shot toward him impaling him.

"Well that's gonna be a pain to deal with." He sighed, Faded had made the connection that wherever he was it was a death trap.

He just continued deeper in, he could go back later besides others would just hurt him.

Faded didn't know why but he remembered so many people hurting him, their faces and names were blurred but it had happened when he saw the numbers.

Who were any of those people anyway? Did it even matter? Probably not.

Faded didn't want anyone to hurt him again so he had left where people would of been.

Slowly he turned a corner seeing a skull, his stomach twisted.

"What in the" He muttered before cutting himself off "Death trap faded death trap." He sighed as he began to walk back to that clearing.

He knew one of those names called to him he just didn't know which one.

He had to go back didn't he? Besides maybe the people wouldn't hurt him?

What if he was just paranoid?

Eventually he stepped foot back into the clearing, looking around he couldn't see anyone shrugging he just walked around looking for someone, anyone.

There were multiple names Faded knew that, there was no way he was alone.

Sighing he walked back to the wall with names reading them over and over as if in a trance.

Eventually sighing he pulled his scythe off his back and closed his eyes. Getting into a stance as if preparing to throw it.

Sighing he let out a heavy breath and let go of the scythe, he stared at it before realising it wasn't a generic scythe.