C looks back. “Dylan, aren’t you coming?” Dylan smiles gently. The creases formed in the softness of their face suddenly made them look much older and much more worn. “Sorry, C, but i’m tired. Another day, alright?” C’s lower lip quivers. A familiar hand falls on their head and ruffles their hair. “Don’t worry about me, alright?” The hand turns him around and gently pushes him forward. “Go join your friends.” He nods and walks towards his friends. He nears them just as an irate Feld starts berating Mizo on how “napping is not a leisure activity, stop constantly doing that. You are going to ruin your sleep schedule.” C bursts out laughing, playfully slinging an arm around Feld. He turns in the direction his sibling was standing, about to call out, but his voice died in his throat as he noticed Dylan had disappeared. In fact, it looked like the entire section of scenery behind him had disappeared, shadowy tendrils consuming everything it touched. He turns back towards his friends, unnerved by the sudden silence that had fallen. They were covered in shadowy hands, slowly morphing into shadows that looked vaguely humanoid. “What’s wrong?” One of them piped up in a worried voice too similar to Feld- until you heard the quiet static overlaying Feld’s voice. “N-Nothing! Nothing’s wrong.” He was trembling. When did he start shaking? “Are you sure?” The typically soothing voice of Mizo grated on his nerves as he heard the same static covering Feld’s voice practically smothering Mizo’s. He nods jerkily. Mizo reaches for him, but he stumbles back as the hands reached for him along with Mizo. He hits a cold not quite solid yet not quite liquid surface, “Well then, you wouldn’t mind if we did this right?” The cold voice of shadowy Not-Feld rang by his ear as Feld’s fist swung towards his face.
Lol I actually started this off with the story spinning in another direction but this also works.
