Next: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1283002614/ [ inspired off of the first draft/scrapped version of TFAU. ] [ TW: injury, talk of d3ath, minor bl00d ] [ Achilles come down - Gang of youths ] The ashes are bitter in Ren’s mouth. He can’t get them out, he lays behind a shadow of rubble. A small drop of bl00d pours from a cut in Ren’s cheek, and his right arm is shackled to the rubble. He whimpers, uncertain why the landscape feels so familiar, this dark desolate landscape filled with soot and ash and bl00d. The sky is both smoke-filled and cloudy and it threatens a down pour. It’s almost peaceful in a way at first really, as the first few drops land on his face and several smaller sprinkles follow. Ren lifted his head up, gazing up at the sky that is beginning to lightly sprinkle along his nose, he opens his mouth slightly, trying to catch some of the drops of rain that are growing stronger. The ash falls like snow now that the rain is shoving the particles down to the ground, and just like snow, it continues to carpet the ground, mycelium. He’s not sure why that matters. He’s not sure why anything matters. He remembered something about Hermitcraft and friendship and laughter and jokes. And.. and resistance. But it had all been in good fun then. Why… why was he tied to rubble of a burning building, had he been left her to breath in the smoke? He looked around wildly now, sensing that something was very very wrong, and that’s when he saw Doc stood a little further away from him. Ren jumped slightly, yet the shackle rattled and forced him back down with a small painful twing in his wrist. In fact, most of his bones ached, he became painfully aware of the ch0king smoke, the b rning in his muscles, And the scrapes of his hands and legs against the mix of cobblestone and mycelium. Doc stared down at him with a look of disappointment, rage, h4tred..? Ren didn’t know why Doc would ever look at him like that. Ren’s last memory of him and Doc was hanging out and talking about.. something, he can’t remember what, but he remembered that it had been positive. So why did Doc watch him silently, then walk away calling that the traitor was awake? Who was this traitor? Was it Ren? Surely not..? Right? He was incredibly close to calling out to Doc and voicing his questions, yet, any attempt at talking left his voice hissing painfully and cutting off and spluttering like a broken down car. He inhaled a shaky breath of smoke. He hoped someone would get help or unlock the shackle, he could barely move anyways due to the cramps in his muscles, yet the weight of the metal was definitely not helping the pain. He shut his eyes again, there was no point damaging his eyes further as the rain pelted him and the smoke grew hotter against his exposed skin. He seriously hoped someone would be back soon. [ daily writings, hope to post a new chapter every day at around 10:30 PM! So far very excited for this. Anyways, uh- no proper TN yet but- I dunno- may make one may not. Also, this thing is NOT edited. So you know- deal with it. ]
