Darkness.
Not simply the kind that happens when you turn the light off at night; the kind you can feel.
It presses against you.
Into you.
Through you.
Perhaps it is you—perhaps you are darkness itself.
Chara gasped mouthfuls of air until their lungs stopped feeling like they'd burst. They opened their eyes, blinked. Blinked again.
The darkness around them was so dense they could almost feel it crawling on their skin. It looked as still and thick as the night sky, but seemed to be charged with the feeling that something was about to jump out of it. No night had ever been as dark as this.
Heart pounding, they raised their hands in front of their face: they had an odd desire to see themself, for the reassurance that they were real—but the darkness provided no comfort. There was nothing but blackness in front of them.
If you couldn't see something, did it really exist?
They tried to call out for help and immediately wish they hadn't: the silent darkness swallowed up their voice before it had even left their throat and they were left clutching at their neck, trying to suppress the fear that rose up like bile.
"Oh, very clever."
The voice came from everywhere and nowhere—echoing in Chara's mind as if it were their own thoughts.
They spun around, trying to determine its source, blinking uselessly against the impenetrable gloom.
"Very clever indeed."
The voice was right by their ear and they tried to scream, to yell, desperate to hear themself—desperate for any sign they still existed.
Then the shadows penetrated their very skin, swimming through their body and filling it with a heaviness that dampened all fear, and Chara felt themself fall as though from a great height.
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