The tube of a crynogenic tube opend up making a crisping yet eefreshing sound.
"Huh," The inkling in the tube said when he woke up, "Where am I?" He walked for a while to see miles of debris scattered across where inkopolis would be. Everything destroyed. Few buildings still standing. Rockets firing.
"More importantly, when am I?" He asked himelf. He went through the doors and placed his hands inside of his jacket pockets not caring what was going on around him. He looked into a glass window to see he did not look the way he used too.
"WHAT!" He yelled "Since when am I five feet tall,"
"GAH!" He yelled in disgrace when he took off his toque, " Where the hell did my hair go, and why do I have theese blue tentacles." He entered the building hearing dark and eerie music. He froze in a spot. Hearing voices from his past.
"Taylor? Taylor? Where are you Taylor?"
"No, where is Erika?" He asked himself, "My most beautiful Erika?" He sprinted up the stairs. He thought running would help the situation. He got to the top.
"Erika, where are you my most sweet Erika?" He asked.
"I'm right here?" She responded.
"I can't see you," Taylor replied.
"Same here," She affirmed. Taylor the stop hearing the voice of Erika.
"No," Taylor affirmed, " No this can't be it, it is just a dream." He heard a voice that made a chill go down his spine. He slowly cautiously approached it, with each step taking being cautious of traps. The voice was coming feom a sword that was glowing in the gloomy gray sky.
"Touch it," A dark and eerie voice said to Taylor. Taylor, without hesatiation grabbed it and was teleported to a diffrent place.
"Where am I?" He asked himself.