*quietly slides this at @voidscattered*
When he wandered out of the ancient ruins-esk area he fell into, Jeremy was not expecting to step right out into the middle of winter-
Heâs underground- how is it even snowing???
Shivering, he pulls his cardigan tighter around his shoulders, and squints, trying to make anything out through the glaring white of the snow surrounding him.
He should turn around. There might have been no exit there, but at least he wouldnât freeze to death. Itâs the moment he considers turning around that a ghostly image of that damn computer flickers at the edge of his vision, and he jumps at the sight, stumbling sideways into a snow drift.
|đ| âShit shit shit-â |đŽ|
It was gone as fast as it appeared, but he struggles to stand back up, now even colder than before. His Cardigan, as warm as the thick knitted sweater usually is, is not enough to keep him warm here.Â
Heâs too far from the Ruins, to feasibly make it there like this. He has to keep moving forward, and hope to find somewhere warm closer ahead than the ruins behind him.
Itâs not very far trekking through the snow (god, converse are the worst shoes for this; his toes feel frozen) beyond that that he nearly runs head long into someone-
Into a...
Skeleton??????Â
He should be screaming. He just nearly ran headlong into a Skeleton, but heâs just speechless, staring at the black clad figure in shock.
|đ| âWha-â |đŽ|
After a moment he groans, hiding his face in his hands, trying to process this. He did just see the SQUIP trying to turn back on. Is this it? Is it on and trying to play tricks on him?
Augh. That doesnât make any sense. That doesnât make any sense-
|đ| âT-This cannot-cannot b-be happening-â |đŽ|














