In a swirl of light, he was sucked in.
Suddenly, all he could see was darkness. He could vaguely feel the walls surrounding him, pressing against his non-existent sides. He banged around helplessly, even though he knew it was no use. He yelled until his throat was raw. Not that he had a voice.
When he was completely worn out, he just sat there and waited, hoping to be let out. Time was nothing in this new world of blackness; it could have been hours, days, years, or even decades he was trapped.
While the nothing dragged on, he thought. He remembered amusing moments and laughed quietly to himself. He thought of friends and family, and pondered on how long he had been trapped inside. If - When he was let out, would they all be gone? It was a scary thought.
He thought of himself. Would Amity park ever accept that he wasn't evil? If they would just give him a chance to explain about Freakshow and the Mayor...
Soon, the thoughts faded away and he was left in a trance. Suspended in time, with no way of getting out. Admitting defeat.
There was only the walls, growing fainter and fainter, and the infinite darkness.
My first attempt at a DP fanfiction. I hope it turned out well. I originally intended for it to be longer, with more of a plot, but I kind of liked how it was now. Please review!