Hernyswrite
Anger.
Anger is what they felt when they came to, way before any logical thought could form in their mind. Their incoherent self, too deep into this artificial sleep, still couldn't hope to numb the sheer frustration leaking from every fiber of their being. Even in the deepness of their slumber, they felt perturbed. Perhaps this particular feeling, felt even in their slumber, was instincts, hinting at their newfound predicament way before they could even realize what had happened. A gut feeling, that had their heart running wild, knowing the anger that is bound to be felt soon?
It was with the familiar feeling of the hot, molten wrath coursing through their veins that they opened their eyes to a crimson red sky, so unfamiliar from their usual landscape.
Or; an Oc falling into a demonic land, and making their way into RAD to hopefully gets out of this unknown universe alive.