This is my first foray into a new fandom! I hope you enjoy it, hope it isn't too bad. This is a piece of flash fiction, really, but if you like it I will write longer pieces.
Breathe.
Don't blink. Don't think.
Breathe.
Above... It's wood. The sky isn't made of wood, is it? Can't... remember...
It's cold in here. And hot. It's suffocating.
Is this what it's like to be dead?
Dead. A sudden feeling. A dizzying, horrible rush. Like bile coming up the throat. Tasting like blood.
Understanding takes over, soothing, calming. It brings memories. Sparse, but there all the same. Screaming. Tears. Alleyways. Explosions.
Mostly, though, it brings back laughter.
The world seems to get colder.
Breathing is normal now. The sky is now made of wood, at least here. Is that right? Maybe. Nothing seems right here. Not even... not even...
Panic. It sets in, vicious, ferocious, merciless. A pounding headache. It didn't just appear, not really. It was always there.
Panic. The world was panic and laughter.
Hands, scrambling to get out, hit, bang, against wood, bleeding, splinters, panic, have to get out, he's coming, he's-
He's... coming. He's coming...?
He is. He is! He's coming. Coming to break the sky. Through the wood. Into here. He's coming. He is.
But he was too late before. Maybe he'll be too late now.
No. Everyone deserves a second chance. He'll come.
Just have to... wait.
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...
...
...
...
...Wait.
What if he doesn't come?
What if he forgot?
Have to remind him. How?
Bang on the wood. Nothing. Bang again.
What if he just, don't know, gave up, went away?
He's too important. Too important to come.
The laughter comes back. Louder, louder than ever. The laughter is saying something. No. The laughter is breathing. Breathing.
Just know, just know the laughter is breathing. Like death is a joke. He didn't silence the laughter, didn't kill the joke.
He didn't.
Too important.
...
He doesn't deserve a second chance.
He's not coming.
It doesn't matter. He doesn't need to find me.
I'll find him.
And make his sky into blood.
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