[ his daze remains strong and blinding, even as the rumble of the oncoming vehicle rings through the ground and the lights to his side are getting brighter and closer. he only sees may's familiar smile as she leads him forward, and he feels compelled to follow her no matter what.
but all of that is suddenly broken when he hits the ground, thrown back by... something pulling him by the waist. the impact is what jolts him back to reality, his clouded-over eyes regaining their focus. he's not sure what to say or think, especially when he feels himself being pulled up by the collar. wait, he knows that voice... ]
...Silver? [ and beldum, apparently, who is burying itself between them into his chest, making distressed, almost weeping noises. and is that a weaville? but he just saw... ]
Where is she...?
[ his voice sounds confused and out of focus, like he's still waking up from some sort of deep hypnosis. ]
THIS IS WHY GHOSTS ARE NOT HIS THING
but all of that is suddenly broken when he hits the ground, thrown back by... something pulling him by the waist. the impact is what jolts him back to reality, his clouded-over eyes regaining their focus. he's not sure what to say or think, especially when he feels himself being pulled up by the collar. wait, he knows that voice... ]
...Silver? [ and beldum, apparently, who is burying itself between them into his chest, making distressed, almost weeping noises. and is that a weaville? but he just saw... ]
Where is she...?
[ his voice sounds confused and out of focus, like he's still waking up from some sort of deep hypnosis. ]