Life wasn't fair to him.
Especially after the accident.
It seemed cool at first, the sweet powers and stuff, until the utter realization that he was half dead came into play.
He was half dead.
Dead.
How was someone supposed to respond to that?
He could feel it in everything he did. How a small part of him would constantly shift or how a small itch in the back of his brain would go off, reminding him that part of himself was gone and turned into something else. He felt colder than before, more hollow.
But his friends didn't know that.
Especially his family.
It was sad, that he couldn't confide in any of them. They wouldn't know or understand.
This cold and hollowing feeling only got worse when the weight of protecting the town began to trample on him. When Vlad, Phariah, Undergrowth, Nocturne, Skulker… Dan… everyone and everything came rushing in, seemingly at once. How fast he had to become accustomed to sleepless nights followed by needles, surgical thread, and ice packs. Yet besides that, he's always known what he needed to do.
Protect the town.
Now… He doesn't know what the hell to do.
He's not even in Amity.
He doesn't know where he is.
Skulker or who knows what could be threatening his town at that very second, yet he was stuck somewhere in a white abyss, freezing his ass off.
What kind of sick joke was his life?
He took another step, twitching when his hazmat boots hit the snow with a loud crunch. He was so tired.
It had been a couple hours since he was bantering with the bucket covered green blob of a hunter then magically poofing to a snowy wasteland.
It became quickly apparent that it wasn't the far frozen, however sadly, because of 1) the lack of yetis and 2) the lack of ectoplasmic energy. If he was in the Far Frozen, he'd be able to feel the renewing and energizing energy of the ghost zone.
He grunted.
'Definitely not feeling renewed right now.'
Skulker was able to get in a couple good hits before he found himself here. A particularly good one on the left side of his torso. He could feel a decent sized bruise forming there. Maybe he even had a couple cracked ribs.
It was hard to tell because of the mind numbing cold.
The only thing he had to be grateful for was the fact that it wasn't entirely 'storming' out. It was actually quite peaceful. Slow descents of snow drooping down on the top of the ice, the sun barely setting in the distance.
But it was still freezing.
He stopped and stared in the distance for a while. Then he sighed and sat down in an exaggerated heap.
His legs were aching and so was his body.
He guessed flying and walking around aimlessly for a couple hours could do that to a person.
"UUUGGGHH," He fell onto his back and slammed a fist into the snow and ice under him. "God damn it!"
The hero furrowed his eyebrows and glared up at the sky. He was so confused. What had happened to make him go from fighting Skulker to being in the fucking arctic?
For a long moment, he just laid there, staring at the stark sky. The snow above him lazily falling onto his face, annoyingly reminding him where he was yet oddly soothing his temper.
He took a deep breath than sat up.
I guess It won't do any good to just lie here and wait to freeze.
He stood up and took one last glance to the lowering sun. Then he hovered off the ground and took to the sky. Hopefully he'd be able to find something or someone soon. He didn't know how much his ice core could take before it itself freezes.