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Pain
The pain
It burns, its cold, it rips at your very essence.
It feels like drowning!
*You call out for help*
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*But nobody came*
You awaken with a jolt, your lying face down in the snow. The pain quickly washes away, yet the memory is still fresh, the snow is cold against your hands. The hands that are holding you up from the ground are black with hints of purple, when you bring one of the hands closer you can see that it stained the snow… the fuck?!
Your clothes are covered in a black liquid that seems to only stick to you, you panic trying to remove it, but you can’t remember if you have ever not been covered in it. That thought terrifies you, why can’t you remember anything!?
Why are you covered in tar?
Why are you laying in the snow?
Why is the snow not melting?
Is it supposed to melt? Why do you think that?!
Are you another colour under the tar? Where the hell are you? Who are you? Did you hit your head and now you can’t remember anything?? Why are you so cold? Skeletons don’t feel cold! The tar drips from you and stain the snow, you scoot back away from where you awoke, trying to escape, to wake up-
-WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT!!??
Laying around you are four black tendrils? Tentacles? They are the same tar-like substance that’s on your clothes!
You try to distract yourself by looking around.
A forest is what greets you, pine trees that stretch high into the sky, nearly touch the ceiling in some places, snow covers the tops and the side of the trees that are facing the wind, it also covers the ground as far as you can see. Ignoring the fact that you are inside yet outside at the same time you shakily stand up, you brush away the snow that clings to your clothes.
You decide on a direction and start walking. You need to find someone before you die here.