It’s the Apocalypse, But We Can Still Have Fun
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The bright red glow of Raph’s ninpo illuminated the hallways as the building settled. The sounds of cracking and rumbling echoed through the building, like thunder in a rainstorm. It wasn’t going to hold for long. Dust from the concrete started to fill the space, making it difficult to breathe, and harder to see.
“Help!” A tiny voice called out. It came from my right, but I couldn’t see anyone. “Help! I’m slipping!” Slipping? Oh no, they’re holding onto something. They’re about to fall. Look down. There was a giant hole in the ground, and a small hand gripping the edge. The floor was barely holding on, and just above it, a support pillar was caving under the weight. That was a loaded space. He had to move.
“Kid, if you can hear me, I need you to let go!”
“But- I’ll get hurt,” his voice cracked.
“You’re going to have to trust me,” I said as comforting as I could, “I’ll catch you, I promise.”
A chill ran up my spine as the very nature of the world felt colder and darker as that terrible purple monster returned to the corner of my eye. Something that always made me pause, just for a second and turn my head. Nothing. Nothing was really there. They weren’t really here. It’s just a mind game, a trick of the light, something I still can’t explain. But I could hear his voice. Whispering words that carried the weight of screams. I woN,T mÆKe Įt iÑ tïMe. I hAve nØ iDęa wHErë hĒ Įs. I dOn,T kńOw Whæt I’m d°1ng. Agh, this isn’t the time. The kid wasn’t letting go- but the massive pillar was and the ceiling collapsed.
“DROP! NOW!” The little hand slipped over the edge.
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