Quite some time ago darkness descended upon the meteor. The Electricity went out. Small noises in the dark might be other persons. One particular troll with a hat resembling a cats face was hunched behind a small desk. Nepeta was breathing quite heavily. He was scared. Really scared.
Her head still was bleeding. But she was alive. The crazed clown let her live, for whatever awful reason. But he killed her moirail, poor sweet Equius. Tears streamed down her face again, mixed with the slightly darker blood from her head wound. There was a very faint sound in the dark. She picked it up. Was it a honk? She got even more scared. She got up and started running. Why didn't she have a computer on her? How often was she told to have one at all times? The Darkness was all around her, thick and devouring. Without really knowing it, she sensed she was near a doorway. Hastily she closed the door behind her, and continued to run. But then she stumbled and fell. She looked back, discovering with her hands that she stumbled over a unicycle. On the ground near that she found a flashlight. She turned the flashlight on and then jumped back. There was a message on the floor, written in brown.
IM WAITING :o)
She whispered to herself; "No. No. This isn't happening. I'm all at peace. No one is dead, no reason to be scared. It will be okay." Tears streamed down her face while she spoke. She began to slowly walk through the dark nothingness, the light in front of her. Many of the rooms had traces of colours in them, some were blood some were not. Arrows pointing in different directions. More faint honks could be heard in the distance. Others would not be able to hear them, but Nepetas ears were really good. She remembered how big these buildings were. She probably was on one of the lowest levels.
Far away from getting out. And all the buildings were connected. As she walked in another room there was another message on the wall, this time in tyrian.
dead end. NEXT MOVE MOTHERFUCKER.
"Oh no! Fefurry is dead. Who is even alive anymore?" she asked herself.
As there was no other way to go she turned around, searching for the next opportunity to turn.
She began to feel dizzy. The terrible events began getting to her, while her head still hurt like hell.
Suddenly she heard a loud bang from the ceiling. She was ripped from her dizzy sad thoughts and began to sprint away as quickly as possible. The doorway she ran to suddenly was blocked by a desk. She turned around and took the last possible way. In the distance a light flickered. All her Instincts told her to not go there. He walked back the way she came, finding a small secluded room she was able to block up from inside. She lays down on the floor, where she cried herself to sleep.