"I'm back!" someone was happy, unusually happy; happy for my demise?
"Did you miss me, of course you didn't." what did he expect?
I couldn't help but look grim. "Aww, don't be sad, you're contributing to a better cause." He said sarcastically.
Better cause, my butt! Cause to destroy the guardians! I couldn't snap back, what was the point, it didn't affect him. The good news was, I wasn't afraid of this, I just didn't want to do it.
Most of my time, all my fears scare me equally, not being scared, means I have some privacy. I wasn't scared, because I had a plan, I wasn't going to try to escape, just try to buy time. I would never help him, he would have to kill me first, then I still couldn't help him.
When the time came for "it" (still don't know what it is) to happen, I didn't know what was going to happen, but it was basically the same thing for all scenarios. I was going to do what I do best, avoid it.
I was alone. Something came seeping across the floor, like a black cloud, or oil, or black tentacles. It stopped, as in deciding what to do next, so far it hasn't come for me. Then it started gathering itself up, twirling like a whirlpool. It started heading for my cage.
I was prepared for the worst. It reached my cage door, the door flew open. That is when I carried out my plan, I jumped onto the perches. If it tried to grab me, I wouldn't let go, but meanwhile I was trying to get as far up as possible, then I could jump to the globe, from cage to cage, slide to the ground, and run from this "thing". If I'm lucky, I could get out of here. Sure, I don't know where I am, and it would be breaking my promise to Bridget, but who cares, I just want to get away from this "thing".
I climbed to the top. Once I was on the roof, I realized, 5 days sitting in a cage can make your footing terrible. I slipped, and fell right into this "thing".
It wasn't so bad, all I felt was a rush and whole bunch of black sand, like I was being swallowed and I haven't hit the stomach yet. I was then on the floor, and I wasn't in the "thing" anymore. Was that it?
I saw it shifting in the air, until it morphed into a monster, made of my fears. Looking at it paralyzed me, then I ran, so far the plan is going good, except I didn't run for the exit.
"It's" plan was to corner me, so it was herding me into a corner, in a scary sort of way.
I ran, until I got to a dead end. It was that place in the movie, where Pitch tormented Jack about his fear. Now I was going to be tormented by my fear in here.
Here it comes, it was rushing, eager to do "whatever" to me. It slammed right into me, right after I saw it's golden eyes. I experienced all my fears at once, it was so much I… I … slipped out off consciousness, so much for the plan.