Character: Chip Cookie
Elf, wizard, cleric, chef, baker
(You blink awake, the darkness instantly overwhelming you. Staring up into the tiniest speck of light above you, you realize you managed to survive the jump. You were at the Bottomless Pit. All the evidence of the world above you was in the tiniest speck of light above you. Besides that, darkness. But... you were not alone. You heard two grown men aggressively demand answers from a seemingly genderless being with a high voice. You didn't expect there to be other people in here... Someone approaches you. They hold something in their hand, a source of light. Upon closer inspection, it's an elf dressed in classic, rather ragged adventure garb. He has a dark green cloak and holds a wooden cooking spoon, which illuminates like a torch. He squints his turquoise eyes, watching you through the darkness. Approaching carefully, he kneels by your side and takes your jacket, which fell beside you. He looks a bit worse for wear, a splint on his forearm made from twigs and old fabric and scratches marking his exposed skin. There's a bandage wrapped around his head, blood marking the cream white bandaging right above his left eyebrow. He has very long hair for a guy, long hair for a girl even. It's kept out of his face with a loose fishtail braid, pieces falling in front of his eyes. It's a golden color. He's going through your jacket pockets, unaware of your conscious state.)
Ooooh~
Now, what's this-
Oh. A rock.
... Well, that was anticlimactic...
Let's see, what else did you fall down with...
GAH-
(He clutches his chest after falling back. All it took was for you to flinch.)
... D-don't scare me like that,
That's wicked terrifying!
And-
(He pauses, realizing he's holding your jacket. He grins sheepishly and folds the jacket up, putting it by you and patting it twice before going back to just sitting at your side.)
So, uh...
Welcome back to the land of the living.
Nice weather we're having, right?
... I was NOT going through your crap!
Don't give me that look—
I'm innocent!
Just look at this face!
C'mon, don't-
Oh. You're, uh...
You're bleeding, quite a bit.
Didn't expect someone else to
Y'know
Be at the bottom of a Bottomless Pit.
But, uh... you took a pretty nasty fall, huh?
Let's see-
Gods, you're like a living icicle!
Hang on-
(He shrugs off his tattered cape, holding it by the ends, as if ready to drape it across you)
Huh?
What do you mean...?
Is it the cape?
... Dude, I know I have long hair and all,
YOU ARE READING
Doing Just Chipper
PoetryWhen you hurled yourself off the edge of a 'bottomless pit' you didn't expect to find, well... other people down there. TW for suicide. (School assignment, a character I'm working on. A second version where you talk with Death himself coming soon.)