witheredblum | sinking down, down

Death is a drop into a blackness that swallows you. You feel the movement of not air but shadow across your face as you plummet, and there is no bottom. No crash.

If there is another side, you do not reach it.

It is neither the light of heaven or the fires of hell that greets you when you wake. And wake you do, to the buzz and flicker of old fluorescent lights.

You are laid out beside a full-size competitive swimming pool, half-filled with stagnant water. The doors out are blocked off by locked doors covered in caution tape. The locker rooms are long since emptied, paint peeling from the humidity. The only signs of habitation are a few pieces of scattered graffiti.

Welcome to your new home. There's no sunlight, no indication of time passing. Just you and each other and your thoughts. the stagnant water bubbles a little occasionally, but there's nothing in it.

Before long you'll realize that you no longer need to eat or drink. You might notice your hand go through something if you don't focus. You're a ghost now. What's that they say about unfinished business?

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[ Chris just gapes at the page before Hawke turns past it, blinking. ]

A-Apparently. It was in their will that I go here, but I thought they were just making sure I went to a decent school or something. I had no idea mom went here!

Edited 2025-05-24 18:55 (UTC)

[That feels like a lot.]

...She looked a lot like you.

…I guess so.

[ Chris looks down at the ground. ]

It’s weird. I never really felt like I had a real connection to her before, but now…

Did none of those assholes executing their will tell you this, really?

No. Not really. None of them ever said anything more than they had to to me, honestly.

Edited 2025-05-24 20:09 (UTC)

God do high-priced attorneys fucking suck- If we ever get better at this haunting shit you should definitely ghost-phone those guys and yell at them or something.

Edited 2025-05-24 20:39 (UTC)