We made our way back to the room Yozora has been exploring before I interrupted him with that mad dash from the toilet. It was a bedroom with a simple yet relatively cozy layout despite its naturally untidy state. The bed was small with a sunken mattress underneath a foggy window overlooking the backyard. The floorboards were creaking and some of them were missing or broken in half. The dust left footprints wherever we step and the small lamp on the cupboard adjacent to the bed was bent up at the cover and littered with dust balls. And, oh joy, another closet.
"See? This is how your room will look like if you don't clean it up once in a while." Reprimanded Yozora half-heartedly as he was opening the drawers one by one, finding nothing in each.
"If you wanna start sounding like Ignis, try cooking for starters."
"He's not the only one who calls you out on your lethargic ass."
"You are always welcome to clean my room yourself."
"Which further proves my point that you're as lazy as a sloth." I turned to him sharply and it must have spooked him a bit from the way he flinched. He looked at me in apprehension as if awaiting my reaction.
"Relax. Not gonna smack you for uttering such a cosmic truth." I said as I went around the bed to look through the window. The glass was dirty so I had to wipe it with my hand then focus the lens on the spot I uncovered. I was totally expecting to find the shadow creep in the yard but all I found was a bare tree standing alone in the darkness. Just as I retreated, I gasped at the small deformed hand hitting the other side of the window with a loud bang then retreated again.
"What was that?" turned Yozo at me looking alarmed.
"I saw something that looked like a hand. It was there for a second then it's gone." I explained as I searched outside for the owner or whatever source the hand came from but, naturally, didn't find anything.
"Was it what caused that banging noise just now?" I nodded. "Wow, I'm- just wow."
"Someone needs to learn to use doors." I chuckled.
"Maybe they need a hand coming in? Hahahaha!" we both laughed at the shit pun. "Joking aside though, let's not stay here for too long. We will explore quickly then leave. I'm beginning to have a bad feeling."
"Got it." I agreed just as Yozo faced the closet shooting me a meaningful look on his half-covered face. We both knew what the other was thinking. After what we had seen earlier, it didn't need a psychic to read each other's minds. This time, we're gonna open the closet without hesitation.
Ok. 3... 2... 1... And it was wide open.
Aaaand it was empty. We shared looks that I wasn't even sure were amused or relieved but, in both cases, I'm glad it wasn't as bad as we had expected. Except that there's a catch…
The closet doors swung close on their own forcing me and Yozo to take a couple steps back in surprise. When he went to pry open the closet again, the door wouldn't budge. He yanked harder and harder and it refused to open, as if it was trying to hide a secret inside despite its emptiness. Just as I was about to offer my help, the door finally opened. The two of us just stood there exchanging blank looks. Without a chance to reflect on the situation at hand, the lamp fell off by itself and rolled underneath the bed. It was the incentive Yozo needed to kneel and record what's under the bed. After a couple seconds, he sprung to his feet as the bed began to shake and rattle and he grabbed me from the arm and dragged us outside the room.
"H-hey! Wha – ow!" just as I was going to ask him what he saw to make him freak like that, I yelped as I felt the bedroom door slam my back on our way out.
"Did the door just close by itself?" he asked wide-eyed.
"Yeah and it hit me. Good thing it didn't happen while we were inside." I grumbled rubbing the back of my head. I didn't even give Yozo a chance to ask if I was okay. I had to know what was shaking the bed that it evoked this reaction out of him. "Why did you run off like that? You saw Boogeyman under the bed or what?" he was about to answer but something got his attention. When I looked over to where he was staring at, I noticed it too.
The toilet door. It was open. Before we reacted, the lights began to flicker eerily.
"I thought this place had no electricity?" wondered Yozo as we warily approached the half open toilet door with our cameras.
"Well. Even with the absence of electricity, the paranormal energy can momentarily turn the lights ON!" the end of my explanation turned into a scream mixed with Zora's yelp as we simultaneously jumped back at the scene.
It was there for a second when the lights were on then disappeared in the next when they were off. But the small shadow I saw earlier popped up right at our faces for a little scare then it was gone.
"Is that what you saw?" demanded Yozo still aiming his camera but I was too shocked to talk. The lights continued to flicker for a few more moments until they eventually died down, leaving our flashlights the only source of luminosity again. And as if this wasn't enough, the door slammed close by itself emitting a thunderlike echo.
It took a while before one of us was able to speak again. "That's the thing I saw a while ago." I remembered to answer Yozora's question. "I didn't find anything in the toilet yet I saw it from the mirror standing right behind me."
"Funny how it decided to make itself visible in front of us. You got that on camera, didn't you?"
"Sure did." I confirmed. "This will be one hella interesting footage to review when we get back."
I guess that makes the bedroom and toilet scratched off our list. It was obvious from the way the doors slammed like that and the spooky whatever-the-heck entities behind them that we weren't welcome there anymore. Not that we were in the first place.
I gestured with my head to Yozo in the direction of the corridor between the two doors and when we walked down it, we stood in the middle of another hallway splitting into opposite directions. Each one had four doors.
Ok. Now what? Should we split up or stick together? But I figured that the faster we cover more ground, the sooner we end this. That's why I decided to take the risk and suggest we go our separate ways, each one of us record their share of rooms, then regroup in the center to report our findings. The videos should let us know what we had missed while the other was away. I expected Yozora to object to such a proposition considering the current events. But he just looked hesitant and every time he would open his mouth to say something, he would shut it again. Eventually, he complied.
"But we have to make sure that we don't take our sweet ass time exploring every room. We come back here in ten minutes. Can't stay separated for too long." He asserted.
"Fair enough." With that being said, we began to part ways. But not before I took my mask down for a good luck kiss. He knew what I was thinking and did the same. It was nothing more than a simple lip contact before we took off. Cheesy as that sounded, but you can't help but feel like things are gonna get out of hand soon.
You know it: I was fucking right.
The corridor I walked in had a couple doors on each side. three of them were closed and the one closest to me was open a crack. I pushed it open a bit aiming my phone at the empty room. I didn't even bother walking in this time; I just stood at the entrance gripping the door handle to get a quick peek inside then retreated. Last thing I need is a repeat of the situation from Yozora in the toilet. Hopefully the same doesn't happen again. Not while we're still apart.
I headed to the opposite door but it was locked, so I mentally prepared before kicking it open and it budged after a few attempts. I warily walked inside keeping my eyes peeled for any entity that could be in here. The window here was sealed shut, and it's because of that that it was stuffy as hell in here which made me cough a little. I must be inhaling decades old air in here for all I knew. I slowly moved my phone flashlight around totally expecting to find another shadow or creature in here sitting amidst the pile of junk and empty discarded cardboard boxes scattered throughout the small space. But instead of seeing something, I heard it instead.
"Mmm." My eyes bulged in terror at the disembodied voice coming from somewhere inside the room and I was through the door in literally a flash. My breaths were shaking as the mysterious moaning voice repeated itself inside my head. It can't have been a person seeing as the room had no one in it, no hiding place, and the stale air inside indicated it must not have been opened for quite a bit of time. That was definitely a Jinn inside the room, you can't tell me otherwise!
I wiped the sweet off my forehead then walked to the door next to the one I was just at. I carefully twisted the doorknob and simply peaked through the crack not having the heart to walk in. And there I saw this large bag hanging from the ceiling with blood dripping from everywhere. I took a million guesses to what might be inside it. My breath got heavier as it started swinging on its own with no air currents. The swinging increased until I could hear the rope straining from the pressure. And suddenly, just as I thought the bag was gonna fall off, it stopped. It didn't even slow down gradually. It just seemed like some kind of an invisible force held it in its place. I didn't put my mask back on again so the stench was unbelievable. It smelled a lot like the shit found in the fridge, bathtub and closet so it's safe to assume that what's inside the bag was no different. That was when I had the craziest idea since I started this investigation from the start:
I'm gonna open that bag.
Call me what you want but I have gone too far anyway. What one single push beyond the boundary is gonna do?
So I barged into the room without thinking, not even bothering to check for any entities or shadow figures even after they have made their presence known in this room, walked over to the stinking bag and summoned my dagger to open a large slit from top to bottom with a loud tearing noise and the person that was inside dropped to the floor with a squish.
Yes, I said a person. Or… what's left of a person.
When I said I might find a skinned corpse, I hadn't expected my expectations to be met this accurately.
On the floor, surrounded by a blood sea, was a grown human being missing the head, feet, skin and one of the hands. It was split open and relieved from all the viscera inside leaving nothing but literally a shell. My thoughts went instantly to the other remains scattered throughout the house. Needless to say, this was the owner. At least he still had his junk on so I knew it was male. I was aiming the flashlight at the half-human before me, walking around him in circles and making sure to record this poor bastard from all angles. That was until I noticed something in my peripherals… I looked up to notice weird smoke at the bottom of the bag I just cut open, followed by flickering flames erupting out of nowhere.
Shit!
I had a feeling this was going to happen! I knew the fire jinn were gonna start messing around sooner or later!
This was more than enough for me to bail out the room. I turned around and stood at the entrance recording the scene one last time. Then I gasped when the door suddenly slammed shut by itself almost hitting my nose. As if the ghost inside was saying 'do you mind?!'
If whatever was inside wanted privacy that bad, I could gladly give it. So I moved away from the door and turned my attention to the one right across from it, I opened it trying to get ready for the next shock but it was barely enough to prepare me for that small shadow sitting at the far corner.
My first instinct was to shut the door but somehow I remained bold enough to keep my camera aimed at the hunched black figure. But I couldn't get a hold of my nerves for long when that thing started moving! It stood taller than it seemed and, even worse, turned around to face me! it had undiscernible facials like it had them at all and all I saw were what seemed to be tiny glowing eyes. My heart almost stopped when it suddenly dashed in my direction but I reacted fast enough to shut the door at the last second straining to keep my yelp in. I took a few steps back expecting it to open the door or at least bang on it like what happened with the one downstairs. I was standing there waiting and hoping for the sake of my sanity that it wouldn't follow me. But to my relief, it stayed right where it was. Goodness, every room has worse surprises than the last one!
I huffed and breathed deeply to regain what little courage I have left, then turned to look in the direction Yozora had gone into. I wonder if he had found something. I could still hear footsteps (hopefully belonged to him) so that must mean he's still walking around. That leaves one final door at the end of the corridor. The door was shut and when I grabbed the handle to test if it was locked or not, it responded revealing a scene that made me chock on my own breath.
Because I have finally found the half pigeon hanging from the rusty ceiling fan by a long rope of flesh that looked an awful lot like an umbilical cord. Its blood has long since drained and it was hanging silently under my flashlight. But what made my heart rate spike at a maddening rate was the freakishly tall shadow figure standing against the far wall with the flashlight directed right at it yet it did nothing to faze it nor to erase the blackness covering its entire being. It was towering over there as if silently declaring it was the one responsible for what happened to the bird and, oh help me, Lord, are those fucking red eyes?
I took a few shaky steps back ready to slam the door and get the hell away from the terrifying view when I had another bigger matter to worry about.
"UGH!" I forgot about the monster before me and sprinted in the direction of Yozora's scream. Millions of thoughts were rushing through my head and I didn't know what to start with. Did something get him?
"Yozora?" There were multiple doors in here like the previous corridor I was in and I pushed through each one looking for him without hesitation. The first room was missing its door and it was empty save for the bricks and debris covering the floor almost making me stumble. And I was literally kicked out from the next room when some unforeseen force tried to toss a wood blank at me. "Yozora! where are you?!" the longer I didn't receive a reply, the more terrified I felt.
That's when feelings of regret began to gradually creep into my conscious. If I hadn't allowed those stupid videos to get to my head like an obsessed child, I wouldn't have gotten through with this meaningless trip. If curiosity and sense of adventure didn't fuck with my thinking, I wouldn't be rushing to save my possibly hurt boyfriend who got involved into this. If only I had been wiser…
I chocked on a sob when I barged into the opposite room to find his camera on the floor and I picked it up to find it still recording. And guess what? I found a blood stained helmet on the floor that must have belonged to the suit of armor downstairs. So is this where it has been? But how? Did some jinn bring it up here and hurt my boyfriend with it? But what made me really tear up was the trail of fresh blood as if something was getting dragged. And that 'something' was my own lover. Something has happened to him! It must have!
The trail led to a giant hole in the wall separating the two rooms and when I followed it preparing for the worst, there was no sign of my missing boyfriend but for the red wet trail which was not helping one bit.
"Yozora! Answer me, dammit!" I was freely sobbing by this point as I was frantically searching for my poor lover. Where the hell is he? There was nothing but a few rooms here and he wasn't inside any of them.
"Yozora!" I found him lying in the corridor and his condition made my heart sink. He was looking at me through my uncontrollably shaky flashlight with dazed eyes covered with blood pouring randomly from his forehead. He must have been moved between the rooms through the wall gap while I was busy looking for him in the other side. Just as I rushed over, I screamed as some invisible force dragged him away like in one of those horror movies and trapped him in the first empty room I checked.
Just as I was about to race for him, I felt weird pressure around my neck and I gasped and yelped as I was raised above the floor and got slammed hard against the wall.
"Agh! Eegh! Geehh!" I was sputtering, grunting and kicking against whatever unseen force chocking me a few feet above the ground.
This can't be happening! This seriously can't be happening!
In the midst of my struggle, I saw through my strained lids the shadow bastard standing at the end of the hall. As of gaining pleasure from watching the life getting sucked out of me.
"Let. The fuck. Go." I squeezed out the words through my throat that's being crushed by the paranormal monster, cursing at whoever or whatever was grasping me from my windpipe.
Yozora…
Who knows what is happening to him right now this moment? I imagined him getting toyed around with some psycho jinn this very moment and I'm too helpless to even breathe. Much less make a move.
The lack for air was starting to make me feel woozy. My lungs were screaming for mercy. My kicking and thrashing were starting to slow down and I could feel my phone slipping from my fingers to thud on the ground beneath me.
Hope it didn't break. I thought to myself. Question is, will I even live to use it again?
Are we going to survive this?
My thoughts went to back at home. Gallius, Ignis and Prompto must be living their lives normally entirely clueless to the fact that their dumbass ward and his boyfriend are on death's doorstep. They are probably thinking that Yozora is just accompanying me on another one of my midnight strolls. Oh, how I wished this was the case. Wish I was home right now. Wish I could go back into the safe embrace of my beloved advisor, bodyguard and lover.
I thought back to our other allies and friends. I wonder if Piers is doing well training his Zinogre. Am I ever going to meet him? Must be a good doggo. I never even got the chance to touch him.
How would everyone react when they learn of my and Yozora's ends if they ever find our bodies? How would our funerals look like? It would be nice if they played songs from my favourite bands. Skillet or Papa Roach sound about nice choices. Even if Ignis would deem it inappropriate to use rock music in a funeral.
Ignis… he is going to be devastated beyond help.
Gallius… he is going to be destroyed beyond repair.
Prompto… he is going to be broken beyond melding.
Those three will be lost and alone with no royal bitch to serve or nag at.
What a fitting end. The King of Lucis has met his demise inside an abandoned haunted mansion. Go figure.
Gallius. Ignis. Prompto. I'm sorry…
If only I could see them one last time…
My eyelids began to slowly shut for what seemed to be the last time. The faces of my three retainers flashed in memory amidst my gradually blackening vision.
The stoic sharp face of Ignis.
The resting bitch face of Gallius.
The goofy smiling face of Prompto.
Ignis.
Gallius.
Prompto.
Help…
Fight. My eyes snapped open at the thought suddenly popping into my head.
Fight back. You have people who care about you. At that notion, my body was up and kicking again like a machine coming back to life.
Fight, Noctis. That I will. I have a family, friends and allies I'm not ready to leave behind. I refuse to cause everyone heartbreak by our deaths. No, sir. Not today. I refuse to let it happen. I refuse to die today. I won't allow it.
Lucis needs its King. Not about to leave an entire kingdom without a ruler because of my irresponsibility.
You still need to finish that anime. And I won't be able to if I'm dead. Not my fault that Jojo's Bizarre Adventure has too many seasons.
Save your fucking friend, you idiot. That was the final push I needed.
And thus, in a blue flash of light, I somehow managed to warp myself free of the ghost's grip. I got up wheezing and gulping much needed breaths of air to feed my lungs with. But there was no time to catch my breath. The second I was down and I hurriedly snatched my phone up still panting and coughing a little. The device was facedown and under normal conditions that would have had concerned me about the screen but fuck that, that was the least of my worries as I picked it up and saw that it was still recording but who cares by this point? The flash was on and that was all I needed as I staggered my way to the door I've seen Yozo get dragged behind.
"Yozora! Get up! Open the door!" my voice cracked as I was banging on the door and twisting the hell out of the knob but it wouldn't open. Until the idea of using my Engine Blade dawned on me so I summoned the sword and slashed the door open with it. Aien't got no time for this shit!
I rushed in to find Yozo lying helplessly on the floor facedown. I dismissed my weapon then, with the phone still in hand, adjusted him on his back and held his upper half in my arms to inspect his condition under the phone's flashlight through my teary vision. He slightly squinted but showed no other signs of regaining what's left of his consciousness. The wound on his forehead was visible beneath his silver bangs revealing a bit of bloodied flesh in the broken skin. Just looking at it made my head hurt. Luckily, I came prepared with curatives so I produced a potion from my pocket and popped it on top of Yozo and the wound instantly melded leaving nothing but dried blood behind. However, potions don't wake people up from faintness.
"Yozo. Wake up. Baby, please..." I sniffed as I tried to shake him awake but all I received was a groan. "I'm sorry. This is all my fault." I blinked more tears letting them fall to mix with the blood on my fallen lover's face. How could I have been so stupid? Anyone with half the common sense would have known better than not to fuck around with a dangerously haunted mansion like this. But no, I just had to pull off the dumbest stunt I have ever done in my life and my own boyfriend took the brunt of it.
Forgive me, Yozora…
At least he was alive and okay for the most part which gave me a bit of relief. I sat there holding my semi-conscious lover rocking us gently until I suddenly froze, eyes wide open, my chest stung terribly in utter fear at the sound of the floorboard creaking from outside the room followed by an eerie growl. What the fuck was that?
"Grr!" The growling voice appeared again, louder this time, accompanied by more creaking noise causing my heart beats to rise up the more the voice got closer.
That's when I realized the deep trouble we're in.
"Yozora! Stand up! Now! It's coming for us!" I forced my boyfriend to his legs and luckily his body cooperated. I made sure his camera was still in my pocket, then put his arm around my shoulders and my other arm around his waist to drag him out the room. I knew there was a chance we might run into whatever was growling out there, but did I have a choice? I just prayed with all my might that it was gone or at least not standing in the way.
I didn't even bother, or dare, looking around and went straight to where we came from while holding my boyfriend. He was mostly able to walk on his own but I still had a hand supporting his midriff, the other had the phone recording and lighting the road ahead. As I was dragging us outta here, my thoughts wondered back to the room with the pigeon. Was this the doing of the shadow creep? Was it the one who was growling like that? Was it the one that dragged Yozo away then grabbed me from the neck and almost chocked the soul out of me? Was it the same one that I saw in the backyard and at the top of the stairs? Or are there more of them like the ones found in the toilet and the dark room?
But my thoughts were cut off when we got back to the large hall and, to my horror yet unsurprisingly, the chandelier had fallen from the ceiling right on the table with a loud crash. Told you this thing was gonna fall if you sneeze at it hard enough. The noise must have made Yozora snap out of it faster which made it easier for me to lead him back to the stairs. Relentless banging and crashing noises could be heard from upstairs as we were making our way to the bottom floor. What's wrong with that thing? All this paranormal bullshit is spinning outta control all of a sudden. That's when the realization hit me like a free wrestler's punch:
That was no ordinary jinn.
It was a demonic entity.
All this time, we've been intruding on the household of a demon!
And we just pissed it off!
As we were dragging our asses through the main hall, I saw orange flickering light coming from the dining hall and when I turned to look, the fireplace was lit by relentless flames.
"Where did the flame come from?" panted Yozora next to me.
"Must be the doing of the fire jinn. Hurry!" I urged as I pulled Yozo with me. My thoughts went back to the dog remains in that fireplace and that most likely nothing will be left from it this time. I was beginning to put two and two together. There never was a psycho serial murderer. No one took their own lives. There never were any accidents that caused the demise of those residents. All these deaths must have been caused by that dark figure which happens to be one violent and bloodthirsty satanic being. It somehow managed to get most of the incomers slain in the most terrible ways manageable and distributed their parts to be used as decorations for its sickly house.
But how? How could a ghost do all that? Either it had done all these horrible things by itself somehow, or possessed the residents to do its bidding only to get rid of them afterwards. But the question is: did the other jinn in the mansion play a part of this? Was the flame caused by the same entity or were the fire jinn participating into this mess? In both cases, we are as good as doomed if we don't bail. Judging from the way the entire house is going berserk on us that we must have overstayed our welcome, or lack thereof.
And now we are considered the next victims. By this point, it's only a race against time before our skins join those we have found inside the closet in the attic. My mind was already invaded with disturbing images of our severed heads being used as trophies on top of a shelf or inside a fridge. Or use my hand or foot to plug a hole in the wall. Or perhaps use Yozora's torso as a mannequin.
The exit was straight ahead. Come on, just a few more steps and we're out of this hell portal. But things just had to go wrong until the very last second.
"AH!" I was forced to let go of Zora when I felt sharp immense pain in my shoulder blade and I spotted the iron poker sinking into my flesh. So it did move after all. Wow… if only I knew it was gonna backfire like that.
"Noctis!" yelled Yozo in utter shock.
"SHIT! SHIT! IT HURTS!" I cried as I felt the sharp item twisting inside the wound as I moved.
"Hurry! Let's get out of here!" this time, he was the one dragging me to safety, careful not to agitate the rod inside me. I looked from a squinted eye to see Yozora's hand opening the front door and we were finally out of this nightmare. Just as we walked down the steps of the front porch, the door slammed violently shut as if telling us to get the fuck out and never come back again. Fine, bitch. That much I can definitely do.
But we're not out of the woods yet. The two of us have suffered injuries, and mine was especially serious.
"Easy. Easy." Cooed Yozora as he carefully brought us both to our knees in the midst of my sobbing and groaning. The pain was unbearable.
"Hurts... it hurts." My breathing was ragged as Yozo took my phone and aimed its light at the wound to cautiously inspect the bad injury.
"Oohh… this is bad." Dude! You're not helping!
"Pull it out…" I whined holding my right shoulder under which the rod was sticking out. My pants were loud and uncontrollably shaky. Sweet profusely streaming down my forehead.
"It's too risky to do that! The bleeding will get worse!"
"Please!" I was in too much pain and emotionally devastated from the previous events to care about the consequences. I just want this thing out!
"Alright. Hang on." He searched my pockets and pulled out a Mega Potion I forgot I had with me. Then he held me in an embrace with one hand holding the bottle for quick access and the other wrapping around the sharp object ready to pull it out. "Hold on to me." he instructed as he began to slowly and carefully pull the rod free.
"It hurts… hurts… ow!" I hugged him harder the more he pulled at the rod. Every once in a while, he'd stop for a quick break then continue with the procedure.
"It will be over soon, Noct. Almost there, baby!" but I was too busy biting on his shirt to accept his praise, my tears and muffled screams wouldn't stop flowing. "You're doing great. Hang in there." I felt his mouth moving against my heated forehead as he encouraged me lovingly.
"Aaahhh!"
"Ssshhh. I'm sorry! I know it hurts. I know."
It hurts. The pain. Make it go away. Please.
I squeezed Yozora's torso fisting the back of his shirt with all my might in my desperate attempt to tolerate the agony in the midst of my tears and sobbing. I had my forehead on his shoulder as I felt the sharp iron rod getting heaved from inside me.
"STOP! PLEASE!" I screamed again as he accidentally pulled too hard. I could almost feel my flesh get pulled along.
"I'm sorry! So sorry! Take a breather!" he stopped for a moment and let go to rub my lower back. We stayed silent with nothing but my sniffs and jagged breaths to listen to. "Ok, ready?" I squeezed his shoulders harder as a yes.
After minutes of torture, of me screaming and crying, and after what seemed as if Yozo was about to give up, the iron rod has finally been pulled free from my bleeding back. Instantly after that, Yozo used the potion on the wound and, in a flash, the wound was gone. But it doesn't change the fact that I have lost so much blood, I could barely see straight. While the potions do a marvelous job at healing injuries, they don't compensate for the blood loss. Add that to the traumatizing bullshit we just went through and hence, even after my treatment, I was feeling sick and dizzy.
"You did good, baby." He held me in a tight embrace rubbing all over my once maimed back. "You did good." He repeated as he gently rocked us back and forth whispering words of comfort and praise – words I could barely register through my half-conscious state.
"Ugh… umph… ooohhh…."
"Come on. Can you stand? You okay now?" he gave my elbows a light pull and the second I stood up, I realized I was not okay at all. I was coughing and grunting feeling like utter shit. My ears were ringing and there were dark spots invading my vision. Then I saw through the blackness gradually increasing in my eyesight the pavement getting stained with some gross fluid that looked an awful lot like mashed bread and cookies.
"My God, Noct. What's happening to you?" oh, I didn't even feel myself throwing up on the ground. I could barely stay balanced with Yozora's arms around my waist as I was gagging and some more of the semi-digested crap went gushing out my mouth.
"Uuugghh… eegghhh…"
"It's okay. Easy. Let it out." I think he was rubbing my back or something, I dunno. My senses were beginning to shut down that I probably wouldn't feel it if I got rammed by a Diablos charging at me. At least I could still feel the night air creeping through the hole in my shirt and it made the bloody wetness on it feel colder, which would have felt nice if I wasn't going to faint soon.
"Hey hey hey! Stay with me, Noct! Stay with me!" huh? "You're gonna be fine, buddy." I don't even remember what we were doing. I slowly closed my eyes against Yozora's pleads. The ringing in my ears covered all the surrounding noise, and my vision has entirely faded.