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A Spot in the Preserve, Monday Morning
Jun. 24th, 2019 02:43 am"Ugh," Liam groaned as consciousness reasserted itself. "Wha-" This wasn’t his bed. For one, no girlfriend sprawled over seventy percent of the mattress (how did she manage to take up the majority of the space while also being so tiny? he had no idea.) For another, the surface he was lying on was absolutely not comfortable. He blinked up at the trees-
Wait. Trees. The Preserve. Memories of the past few days came flooding back, intechnicolor sharp relief.
It would have been too simple, of course, to wake up after a few days of Fandom messing with him with only vague memories of what happened. But no, he remembered every minute of it. Lashing out at Verity. Scaringher the mice. Destroying equipment in the gym. The strange pull he’d felt towards the Preserve, and how he’d eventually given in.
And- as he looked around, he spotted it- the half-eaten remains of what was once a teal deer. His stomach contracted violently as he recalled hunting down the creature, delivering the killing blow, and feasting on his kill. The nausea clawed at his throat and it wasn't long before the contents of his stomach spilled from his mouth onto the forest floor.
Eyes watering and stomach still roiling, Liam scrambled away from the disgusting combination of dead animal and vomit, stopping only when his back connected with the trunk of a tree. He sat there in silence as he contemplated what to do next. He'd have to go home eventually, that much he knew. But he wasn't sure if that was a good idea just yet; he didn't exactly relish the idea of being met at the door on his birthday of all days with an axe after all. Maybe he'd just... wait here, for a while. Let his heartbeat return to something resembling normal. Wish his creepy monster-brained self had thought to maybe bring a water bottle or two when he'd taken off the other night.
So caught up in all of this, the fact that the world was in greyscale hadn't even really registered with Liam on a conscious level. He'd get there eventually, of course, but that would involve having to open his eyes again.
[ooc: mostly for one, but also open if you had reason to be in the Preserve beforehand!]
Wait. Trees. The Preserve. Memories of the past few days came flooding back, in
It would have been too simple, of course, to wake up after a few days of Fandom messing with him with only vague memories of what happened. But no, he remembered every minute of it. Lashing out at Verity. Scaring
And- as he looked around, he spotted it- the half-eaten remains of what was once a teal deer. His stomach contracted violently as he recalled hunting down the creature, delivering the killing blow, and feasting on his kill. The nausea clawed at his throat and it wasn't long before the contents of his stomach spilled from his mouth onto the forest floor.
Eyes watering and stomach still roiling, Liam scrambled away from the disgusting combination of dead animal and vomit, stopping only when his back connected with the trunk of a tree. He sat there in silence as he contemplated what to do next. He'd have to go home eventually, that much he knew. But he wasn't sure if that was a good idea just yet; he didn't exactly relish the idea of being met at the door on his birthday of all days with an axe after all. Maybe he'd just... wait here, for a while. Let his heartbeat return to something resembling normal. Wish his creepy monster-brained self had thought to maybe bring a water bottle or two when he'd taken off the other night.
So caught up in all of this, the fact that the world was in greyscale hadn't even really registered with Liam on a conscious level. He'd get there eventually, of course, but that would involve having to open his eyes again.
[ooc: mostly for one, but also open if you had reason to be in the Preserve beforehand!]
