He suddenly wakes up to a world no longer his own, filled with people who don't matter and then he comes across the plethora of individuals who were already a big part of his life or had crossed paths with him at some point. Now he's stuck here with an entity he just awakened to, unstable and confused and now-
His hand-!
"Aghh fnnnnhhh-" he curls in on himself as he clutches tight to his arm- still sprawled on the ground as his destroyed arm shakes- charred black with red scars running across his arm. He's shaking in the pool of his own blood now dripping from his hand to his clean beige pants. All of this is too overwhelming, too fast and then he hears his voice again.
Through the pain is the flinching betrayal in his brown eyes. Gritting his teeth, he looks past his pain to glance at the gun in his hand. "How dare you- ugh!" His voice breaks as Azathoth's dark tentacles threateningly revolve around his curled up body. Raising his chin once more, he brings all of his energy together to scream at the once panicking boy. "You...You are the one with the gun in your hand. ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?!"
"YOU BLEW UP MY HAND!"
Help me. Someone help me.
My powers will break your being if I attempt to heal you in this premature stage.
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All he wanted was some peace and quiet.
He suddenly wakes up to a world no longer his own, filled with people who don't matter and then he comes across the plethora of individuals who were already a big part of his life or had crossed paths with him at some point. Now he's stuck here with an entity he just awakened to, unstable and confused and now-
His hand-!
"Aghh fnnnnhhh-" he curls in on himself as he clutches tight to his arm- still sprawled on the ground as his destroyed arm shakes- charred black with red scars running across his arm. He's shaking in the pool of his own blood now dripping from his hand to his clean beige pants. All of this is too overwhelming, too fast and then he hears his voice again.
Through the pain is the flinching betrayal in his brown eyes. Gritting his teeth, he looks past his pain to glance at the gun in his hand. "How dare you- ugh!" His voice breaks as Azathoth's dark tentacles threateningly revolve around his curled up body. Raising his chin once more, he brings all of his energy together to scream at the once panicking boy. "You...You are the one with the gun in your hand. ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?!"
"YOU BLEW UP MY HAND!"
Help me.
Someone help me.
My powers will break your being if I attempt to heal you in this premature stage.
"Do something- Azathoth!" He cries out.