"... Shit."
Waking up in a open field for no reason will do that to you.
Don't mind me, just sitting here in a field, trying to remember who I am just like every morning in my life... Ah! Yes. I remember now.
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"...Fuck," I sigh. "My life."
I get up and grab a stick, a large one too...
"This will do jack shit but at least I have longer eye-stabby range." I then look around...
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What? It is literally the most generic field possible, not even worth describing.
"I like how I'm not freaking out or anything. I mean, I've always had surprising emotional control, but this..." I sigh, chuckling in my natural way, which makes everyone question my sanity. "I've read too many cliche fics."
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growl
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"...God fucking damnit."