*quietly slides this at @voidscattered*
When he wandered out of the ancient ruins-esk area he fell into, Jeremy was notĀ expecting to step right out into the middle of winter-
Heās underground- how is it even snowing???
Shivering, he pulls his cardigan tighter around his shoulders, and squints, trying to make anythingĀ out through the glaring white of the snow surrounding him.
He should turn around. There might have beenĀ no exitĀ there, but at least he wouldnāt freeze to death. Itās the moment he considers turning around that a ghostly image of that damn computerĀ flickers at the edge of his vision, and he jumpsĀ at the sight, stumbling sideways into a snow drift.
|š| āShit shit shit-ā |š®|
It was gone as fast as it appeared, but he struggles to stand back up, now even colderĀ than before. His Cardigan, as warm as the thick knitted sweater usually is, is notĀ enough to keep him warm here.Ā
Heās 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.
Itās 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??????Ā
He should be screaming. He just nearly ran headlong into a Skeleton, but heās just speechless, staring at the black clad figure in shock.
|š| āWha-ā |š®|
After a moment he groans, hiding his face in his hands, trying to processĀ this. He didĀ just see the SQUIP trying to turn back on. Is this it? Is it on and trying to play tricks on him?
Augh. That doesnāt make any sense. That doesnāt make any sense-
|š| āT-This cannot-cannot b-be happening-ā |š®|









