Diving down the hole

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"Danny! Get down from that tree! You're going to hurt yourself sleeping there!"

A raven haired boy of about sixteen blinked open tired blue eyes and looked down a the orange haired woman frowning up at him, arms folded over her chest reproachfully.

"I'm not gonna hurt myself Jazz, don't worry," the boy called Danny replied, stretching his arms above his head as he tried to sit up on the branch...only to lose his balance and tumble out of the tree face first with a yelp.

"You were saying?" Jazz said, looking down her nose at him, "why do you keep coming out to the woods like this?"

Danny rubbed his head as he sat up, "because I like it here? It's quiet and I don't have to deal with Finks harping at me over every little thing?" He stood up and crossed his arms, looking away from the older girl with a scowl.

Jazz rolled her eyes, "well, unfortunately you can't stay out here anymore; you need to come back before they send out a man hunt for you," she smirked at him, "you're lucky I know all your favorite hiding spots."

"Oh yeah, really lucky," Danny said drily as he gave her an unimpressed look. Jazz ignored it however and turned around.

"Come on, we're gonna be late."

Danny huffed, dropping his arms and slouching in defeat, "fine, I'm coming."

The two teenagers began walking out of the forest quietly and Danny looked around, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he walked leisurely. Sure they could send out a search party, but he knew these woods like the back of his hand by now; they wouldn't catch him if he didn't want to be found. With that thought in his head along with the fact that he wasn't ready to go back home quite yet, Danny grinned devilishly and altered his path slightly, silently distancing himself from the fink he called Sister and heading deep into the foliage. He heard Jazz call out his name exasperatedly but kept his camouflage in check, knowing that running would only give away his location.

However, a flash of white caught his attention and caused him to come to a halt, looking around for whatever it was that darted across his path. He heard leaves rustling right behind him and assuming it was Jazz, took off, his assumption proving correct when he heard her squawk and call for him to wait. He ducked under low branches and ran through thick bushes, trying to throw the orange hair girl off his trail when he seen the flash of white in front of him, a rabbit he realized, and felt the urge to follow it. Trusting his instincts, Danny chased after the rabbit, Jazz's voice getting farther and farther away.

He lost site of the rabbit and with his lungs screaming and his legs aching, came to a stop. He put his hands on his knees and took a moment to catch his breath, cerulean eyes darting around to catch a glimpse of the rabbit again, when he spotted something under the base of a tree. Feeling drawn to it, Danny approached the tree and pushed the grass aside, coming upon a rabbit burrow.

'Is this where he went?' Danny thought, carefully leaning closer to try to see into the darkness.

The ground under his hands crumbled and Danny had only enough time to gasp as he fell forward into the darkness with a yelp. When he stopped tumbling, Danny found himself in a surprisingly roomy, but dark tunnel. Blinking to try and get his vision to adjust, Danny got on his hands and knees and began creeping forward again, only for the ground to give way under him once more.

This time, Danny found the voice to yell as he plunged into the void.

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When Danny came to, he found himself waking up in a room of whites and greens, laying on a bed that was covered in black and white sheets. He sat up and looked around, finding a table and cooking stove, a plush chair and table by what looked like a window, and what looked like a grandfather clock painted on the wall by the foot of the bed. He got up and walked around, only to blink in surprise when the clock became three dimensional, ticking solemnly against the wall. But when he stepped closer and touched it, he just felt the wall again. What was-

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