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ID: ryHoe5Kv/qst/6230473#6235758
5/5/2025, 11:37:59 AM
Whispers. Like the tips of a feather these whispers tickle your conscience and with this tickling comes.. sensation. You stir gently, your fingers twitch and contract as they pass through cool and fine white sand, your eyes flutter open and the darkness you were in before is now a flood of iridescent white. You groan and free a few grains that are stuck to your dry lips. Lifting your head you slowly turn your head side to side, the area is blank, only white sand dunes and a featureless white horizon greets you. That is until you spot the smallest dot of color, a vibrant red, far in the distance. Your arms shake as you push yourself up to a sitting position, your muscles all ache and complain with soreness but they do your bidding. You run a hand over your head and sigh in relief as you feel sweat soaked hair and not a field of blisters and scars.
“Fucking magic..” You groan as you wobble to your feet. “Bullshit..”
Standing up you stretch and take a moment to take stock. Your outfit changed; from your usual patrol attire to a simple grey sweatshirt and matching sweatpants. The sand works its way between your toes as you test out motion, your legs still not fully cooperative but still managing to make progress. Your eyes lock on that red dot from before as you trudge forward, the dunes creating a canyon almost that leads straight to the striking scarlet. As you move the whispers get louder, echoing off the tall sandy walls that flank you.
‘...ayor has been properly primed. Make the an…’
You flinch slightly, the voice more clear than usual, as you keep marching onwards.
‘..ts never fail! I’m insulted you’d even sug..”
The words are clearer but your focus waxes and wanes.
‘..vis, that wasn’t my intent. You know how much I value your contr…’
As you shake off that last fading whisper you see the bloom of color growing larger and larger until you can see the fine details… the candy red heels half buried. The glimpses of pale skin through tears and gaps in her dress. Her face bruised and tear streaked as she looks up at you.
“Son of Gotham...” She moans, extending a hand. “Don’t leave me...”
>Take her hand and help her up.
>Don't take her hand.
AND
>"What is this place? Did you make this? Like the pizza shop?"
>"What happened to me? I'm not dead, am I?"
>"Are you real? Or are you a tulpa or whatever, like at the Asylum?"
>"I need to get out of here, is there anything you can do?"
>Write-In
“Fucking magic..” You groan as you wobble to your feet. “Bullshit..”
Standing up you stretch and take a moment to take stock. Your outfit changed; from your usual patrol attire to a simple grey sweatshirt and matching sweatpants. The sand works its way between your toes as you test out motion, your legs still not fully cooperative but still managing to make progress. Your eyes lock on that red dot from before as you trudge forward, the dunes creating a canyon almost that leads straight to the striking scarlet. As you move the whispers get louder, echoing off the tall sandy walls that flank you.
‘...ayor has been properly primed. Make the an…’
You flinch slightly, the voice more clear than usual, as you keep marching onwards.
‘..ts never fail! I’m insulted you’d even sug..”
The words are clearer but your focus waxes and wanes.
‘..vis, that wasn’t my intent. You know how much I value your contr…’
As you shake off that last fading whisper you see the bloom of color growing larger and larger until you can see the fine details… the candy red heels half buried. The glimpses of pale skin through tears and gaps in her dress. Her face bruised and tear streaked as she looks up at you.
“Son of Gotham...” She moans, extending a hand. “Don’t leave me...”
>Take her hand and help her up.
>Don't take her hand.
AND
>"What is this place? Did you make this? Like the pizza shop?"
>"What happened to me? I'm not dead, am I?"
>"Are you real? Or are you a tulpa or whatever, like at the Asylum?"
>"I need to get out of here, is there anything you can do?"
>Write-In
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