The Dark Isn't So Bad When You're Not Alone [Mature] [End]
Jan 20, 2014 3:26:36 GMT
Post by peanutsandjello on Jan 20, 2014 3:26:36 GMT
Sometimes I really have to wonder about myself.
Louis Kelborn inched down a dark, grimy alleyway, flinching at the sound of his own footsteps. How long had he even been here? It seemed to him like it had been ages since he'd first started walking down this shitty alley, hoping it would lead him back to the center of Cat Street. Instead, the stupid thing kept twisting and turning and getting darker and darker until he'd lost all sense of direction. To be honest, he was starting to get a little dizzy, and he'd ran into walls at least three times already.
Suddenly, Louis stopped short. He peered down the alley, feeling a creeping sensation down his spine. Was he being watched? He spun around, expecting, well, something.
There wasn't anything. As in, the entire alleyway behind him had dissipated into nothingness, leaving only a black void where he had been walking.
"Yeah, I'm fucked." He laughed, feeling some strange form of hysteria flood him. Still giggling, he turned back around, only to find that the consuming darkness had swallowed the way forwards too. His giggles turned to guffaws, and he bent over, choking and sobbing in between snorts.
"Hey!"
Louis looked up, tears and snot dripping from his face.
"You look damn pathetic, kit. Scared of the dark?" Louis nodded, looking around for whoever was talking.
"Scared of the dark... weird. I thought the one I'd been waiting for for so long would be more... evil." The voice muttered, more like it was talking to itself.
"Who... waiting for me?" Louis asked, wiping his eyes and nose. The void surrounding him seemed less... void-like, somehow. Less like a bottomless, hopeless trap.
"Yeah. Over here, kit." Out of the dark, a small blue furball appeared, eyes shining bright green. Louis smiled, the last bit of apprehension gone. The furball pads over on teeny legs, its large ears perking up as Louis made eye contact.
"Oh. It's you, that's for sure. Louis, right?" Louis opens his arms and the furball jumps in, nuzzling close to his chest.
"So... what exactly is going on here? Like, what are you and what is... this?"Louis gestured helplessly at the void, careful to keep the fluff in his arms stable.
"Listen, kit. Let's go home, and I'll explain on the way there. There's a lot of exposition with this story." Louis nodded and stood unsteadily, and the unlikely pair plod off into the soft blanket of night.
Louis Kelborn inched down a dark, grimy alleyway, flinching at the sound of his own footsteps. How long had he even been here? It seemed to him like it had been ages since he'd first started walking down this shitty alley, hoping it would lead him back to the center of Cat Street. Instead, the stupid thing kept twisting and turning and getting darker and darker until he'd lost all sense of direction. To be honest, he was starting to get a little dizzy, and he'd ran into walls at least three times already.
Suddenly, Louis stopped short. He peered down the alley, feeling a creeping sensation down his spine. Was he being watched? He spun around, expecting, well, something.
There wasn't anything. As in, the entire alleyway behind him had dissipated into nothingness, leaving only a black void where he had been walking.
"Yeah, I'm fucked." He laughed, feeling some strange form of hysteria flood him. Still giggling, he turned back around, only to find that the consuming darkness had swallowed the way forwards too. His giggles turned to guffaws, and he bent over, choking and sobbing in between snorts.
"Hey!"
Louis looked up, tears and snot dripping from his face.
"You look damn pathetic, kit. Scared of the dark?" Louis nodded, looking around for whoever was talking.
"Scared of the dark... weird. I thought the one I'd been waiting for for so long would be more... evil." The voice muttered, more like it was talking to itself.
"Who... waiting for me?" Louis asked, wiping his eyes and nose. The void surrounding him seemed less... void-like, somehow. Less like a bottomless, hopeless trap.
"Yeah. Over here, kit." Out of the dark, a small blue furball appeared, eyes shining bright green. Louis smiled, the last bit of apprehension gone. The furball pads over on teeny legs, its large ears perking up as Louis made eye contact.
"Oh. It's you, that's for sure. Louis, right?" Louis opens his arms and the furball jumps in, nuzzling close to his chest.
"So... what exactly is going on here? Like, what are you and what is... this?"Louis gestured helplessly at the void, careful to keep the fluff in his arms stable.
"Listen, kit. Let's go home, and I'll explain on the way there. There's a lot of exposition with this story." Louis nodded and stood unsteadily, and the unlikely pair plod off into the soft blanket of night.
