After he killed the horrid looking creature, he kept on walking. He didn't walk too fast though because, that might trigger something horrifying. Well, more horrifying than this whole experience already was. He adjusted his glasses and, shifted uncomfortably. This was just horrible. It felt like he was living a nightmare. All he was trying to do was find a coworker. Why the hell was all of this happening?
He looked in the over to the side and, noticed something. There was..a…a..hole. A giant hole was in the middle of the dispatch. He couldn't believe it. A giant hole literally cut the dispatch in half. He stopped in his tracks. This was getting even more terrifying by the second and, he still hadn't found Grell. He was now very worried about him. At first, he thought that it might have been a dream caused by work related stress but, then this happened. He sighed.
That was when he heard a blood curdling scream and, a loud, "Will~!" He jolted and, ran to the rim of the hole and, saw the most frightening thing that he had ever seen in his life. There was a pool of blood and, something that look like a centipede only, with humanoid limbs and, a face that looked like…
"Grell?" He exclaimed in shock. It turned to face him and, with a meld of voices, growled at him. It rose above him. He looked up at it with a terrified glance. It was hissing at him now and, spitting what looked to be spider webs at him. He walked backwards and, then bumped into a wall..No, wait.
It was a door.
He threw it open and, ran inside and, slammed the door behind him. He slid down it while panting. His eyes were wide and, his hands were shaking. In fact, everything was shaking and, it wasn't just him, it was the whole room. He got up and, tried to looked around the room.
It was his office.
Or, well it was supposed to be. It still had that grated floor and, it looked as if everything was rusted. Even his name plate looked rusted! He adjusted his glasses and, looked around nervously as the shaking stopped. He walked towards the window that he had in his room that overlooked the city of London. But, when he looked out of it now, it was just pitch blackness. It's as if there was nothing else out there. He tried to open it but, it wouldn't budge. It was stuck.
He tried hitting and, piercing it with his scythe but, that did little to nothing. He sighed and, sank back down to the floor. This was hopeless. He was going to be stuck here forever. That was when the sirens began again and, he had a head splitting headache. He cried out in agony as he clutched his head. He ended up passing out on the grating.
He woke up and, groggily looked at his surroundings. Everything was…back to normal?
He adjusted his glasses. This was so strange was everything a dream? He stood up and, noticed that the window had a hole in it. He looked out of the window and, noticed that everything wasn't just black anymore. But, it was still broken meaning that he had broken it with his scythe. Maybe it hadn't been a dream. He groaned out in pain and, held his head. He held the wall to support himself and, hobbled to the door. He opened it and looked out and, saw that all of his reapers were standing before him.
All of them except Grell that is. He looked at them all. They all looked as if they were worried about him. Ronald walked up to him. "Boss..we think that you might need help." He said softly. He looked around the room and, eyed them all coldly. Hadn't they seen the alternate world and, the monster with a thousand limbs as well? That couldn't have been his imagination. It felt too real. This can't have been all in his head.
No. He wouldn't believe it. "I don't know what you're talking about." He said adjusting his tie. That was when he heard a scoff. He turned quickly to the source of it and saw that it was Eric. He frowned deeply the other. "I don't see what's funny, Slingby." He said, looking at the other with a reproachful glare. The rugged man looked at him with a smirk. "I find this whole thing hilarious. You gripe about Sutcliff not bein' in touch with reality but, you're just as bad! I mean, you're covered in sweat and, some strange black shit—" He looked up at him with a surprised expression and, then down at his shirt.
So, the stain was still there!
That meant that he wasn't completely insane!
"This stain was from killing some mutant." He said with frown as he adjusted his glasses. Eric looked at him incredulously. "A mutant? Are you completely out of your mind? You killed something? What— No, No… Who did you kill?" He asked in outrage.
He adjusted his glasses.
Maybe that wasn't the best thing to say. Ronald and, a few other reapers approached him slowly. He eyed them warily why were they coming at him like that? He backed away from them and, ran. He heard Ronald's voice fading in and, out down the hall. "We only want to help you!" He heard him yell in frustration. He still kept on running. He couldn't let them catch him. He heard deep laughter and stopped. He looked around but, everything seemed to look normal. He looked up and, noticed that Grell was there.
He cocked his head to the side. "Grell? What are you doing up th-" He never finished his sentence. He was swallowed up in darkness and, slight pain.
When, he finally woke up, he was in an all white room and, he couldn't move. He looked down and, saw that he was in a straight jacket. He looked around and, frowned deeply. He was in the reaper asylum.
