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It was a long fall, you could remember small segments of how you ended up down here.
A long, twisted, tangled vine caught your foot on the front of your boot, tripping you over. It wasn’t the first of many. Some of the vines you encountered had thorns, ripping the edges of your trousers, missing your skin by mere centimetres.
All you wanted to know is if the rumours of MT.EBOTT were true, those stories you were told when you were younger. Yet, you seemed to have just ended up as one of those children that went missing.
One more vine, thicker than the others, caused you to lose your balance. It seemed like it came out of nowhere. You didn’t get time to think about whether it was there or not. You were falling, at a fast speed too.
Your fall wasn’t like how an average person would describe it. Nothing flashed before your eyes, all you saw was the glow of the sun, engraving itself into your eyes. It hurt. Not to mention, you couldn’t even feel your heart’s beat. Everything just.. Happened.
You still couldn’t feel your heart’s beat.
You were dead.
Yet, part of you was still alive. You couldn’t move, or breathe, but you could see and feel everything. It felt pretty numb, and it was hard to see too, you had died with your eyes glazed over. It didn’t help that the sun was still looking straight down at you.
It seemed as if your fall was meant to be softened, you could feel something soft underneath you. This surface felt akin to flowers . Do you remember that? Could you remember the fields on the surface? In your little hometown?
This wasn’t what you’d imagine death to be like. This wasn’t what you were even taught death would be like. You were most certainly dead, you could almost feel blood beginning pool out of your head. But.. part of you refused to die. Was that something you barely took into account? Perhaps something like a soul?
Small silhouettes zoomed their way past the sun. Birds. Those were birds. They were alive, on the surface. You weren’t. Their chirps were audible above the gentle ringing in your ears.
Actually, was this even really death ? It felt more like sleep paralysis. You’d experienced it before… Right? Or did you just get the impression of what sleep paralysis was like from your family? Friends? Strangers?
It didn’t matter now, you’re dead.
Why did you even come here? It didn’t matter now. How did you know about this place? It didn’t matter now. Who were you? It didn’t matter now, you’re dead.
Existence nearly faded away, as you slowly accepted it. You were dead. The afterlife didn’t seem to look like darkness, or the bright light you were promised. It didn’t look like fire. It looked like a sort of nothing.
“ Hey bud! It’s time to wake up! “ Whoever this was, they sounded playful, clueless to the fact they were speaking to what was now nothing. They didn’t seem like the grim reaper, it sounded more like a child. “ Wakey-wakey! “
Of course, being dead, you, naturally, had no response for him.
He still spoke like he was having a conversation with you, “ …Hello? “ Something waved in front of your eyes, it looked like one of the vines that had tripped over, with a weird sort of hand on the end. “ ..Yeah, okay, sleeping is fine and all, but now you’re being a brat. Get up already. “
Get up? You couldn’t. Did he not even notice the blood? ..Was there even blood? Still, you weren’t breathing. Your chest wasn’t moving up and down, your heart wasn’t beating.
Yet it felt like something was still there, it wasn’t beating, but it was still present. This seemed to be stopping you from entirely passing away at the scene.
“ ..You’re awake, I know it. “ Your scalp was dug into, it seemed like one of those vine-hand-arm things. And now, you were face to face with… a flower. A flower with eyes, a mouth, a.. A face.
A small thought came to mind. He looked like those flowers you and your friends would play in. Yellow petals, white centre. You never found out what they were called. All you knew was that your friends would crush them under their feet, chasing after one another. Even in death, you were still thinking of the good times. Clinging onto your youth. Disturbing.
This felt like a weird dream, but you already accepted the fact you were completely deceased. The flower seemed to realise this, his hand now coated with blood as he had gripped the part of your head that had part of it smashed in.
“ Eugh.. Gross. “ Vines began to entangle your torso, pulling you down under the bed of flowers.
You had just been buried, as was traditional with most corpses. You were dead. Never to be seen again.
As dirt filled your vision, subtly stinging your eyes, as your senses were slowly fading away, your nerve cells seemingly dying out, the presence of your own soul died away. Your memories slipped, your identity was now just a still sack of flesh beneath the Earth.
You have died. There was nothing left here for you now. End of story.