Dark-Side-Cookies
" It was dark. An imperceptible figure stared into the vantablack, unblinking. It had stood there for an indistinguishable amount of time, unwavering. Silence echoed. The dark glowed. The painlessness stung.
There was Nothing in the dark. Nothing but it. It was alone. Familiarity had budded, and the figure smiled behind a mask of tenebrosity.
“Will she be okay?” Echoed a shaking voice. It bounced off the Nothing and repeated, answerless, continuously.
It didn’t like the sound. The noise was loud, and repetitive, and hummed with conversancy
“Why?”
“Such a height…”
The voices penetrated the Nothing. Its Nothing. It panicked.
“She’s breathing so quickly!”
“Control her! Control her!”
“Hurry!”
It cowered, momentarily. The voices were growing louder and louder. It covered its ears, a shrill sound resembling a howl escaping its mouth.
“Stabilize her!”
“Hurry! Please, hurry!”
“We’re running out of time!”
It stumbled backwards, slumping against the Nothing. Someone was screaming. It was screaming. Their cries didn’t mould into one, but rather increased, rising like souls until one was suddenly cut off. It clutched its throat and felt (paleness of skin red of blood purple of bruises silver of chain) and shrieked no more.
“She’s… she’s going to die!”
“There’s still a chance! Hurry!”
Beep
Beep
“NO!”
It stopped breathing. It closed its eyes.
And it saw Something. "