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Martyn gained consciousness, feeling something simultaneously prickly and soft under him. He tried to open his eyes but immediately closed them again at the sight of the sun. He turned over onto the side and used one of his hands to block the sun a bit and pried his eyes back open. With the limited view he gave himself, all he could see were dark oak trees. He felt a little dazed, but for the most part he was uninjured. He pulled himself up and quickly brushed himself off and checked his time.
01:00:00
One hour? He swore he had more than that. At least two hours. Was he out that long? With his head still spinning, Martyn tried to remember what happened. Who was still alive? How did he pass out?
Digging through his memories, the last thing he can remember is the fight with Pearl. She had been chasing him, got him down to half a heart, and Scott came in and killed her for him. After that point it was just him, Scott and Impulse left, he thinks. Yeah, three people left.
He should find Scott to talk about what to do next. Or Impulse to get him out of the game. He reached for his comms device, but hesitated. Logically, it was the best way to find them. But the thought of checking his comms device hurt and he didn’t know why. So instead, he decided to walk around looking for them. Starting with the clock tower since he was next to it already ocean since that's where the coral isles and ties base are.
As Martyn came upon the ocean, he heard no commotion. Not like there was anyone to make commotion anyway. He decided to check the coral isles first, since that was where Scott would be. He didn't see any sign of Scott. He checked the house. No Scott. The storage room. Still no Scott. He even checked under the island. Scott wasn't there either. Guess Scott wasn’t home. So Martyn checked the ties tower next. He checked around the tower, underground, and even went up to check skynet. There was nobody there either.
The next closest base was the clock tower. That's too close to where it happened. There was a twinge of pain in Martyn’s chest at the thought of going near the clock tower. So that will be the last place he will check. Next closest is the Bad Boys’ Manor, so that will be his next location.
Martyn headed over to the burnt and flooded manor, looking for any sign of life. The sound of voices, the patter of footsteps, and splash of the water. But, instead of the sound of his friends, there was a deafening silence. Bubbling of water in the elevator, his own footsteps on wood, the ever-ticking clock in the clock tower. Martyn didn’t even know it had an audible ticking. He much preferred the ticking of TNT at this point. At least then he’d know someone was there. So, without another second to give to the silence, Martyn decided to jump down, being careful not to hit glass.
Getting out of the manor safely, Martyn made his way to the frog tower, kinda hoping he would find SOMEONE there. But, of course, no one will be there. Searching the entire tower, he had another empty base. There was only one base left. The one closest to spawn. Conveniently the opposite side of spawn actually. The thought of looking there sent nothing but pain shooting through Martyn’s chest. But WHY? Why would spawn of all things hurt so much?
Using all the energy he could, he forced himself to go towards the clock tower. But he didn’t need to get all the way there to know where Impulse was. To know where Scott was. All it took was lava. Right beside the clock tower, there was a flowing puddle of lava. Lava that HE placed. Martyn swore could feel the world freeze for a second as his memories hit him with the power of a tsunami. He killed Impulse. He took Impulse’s last minutes. And…and… and Scott. There were still gaps in his memory, Martyn knew there were still gaps, but he wishes the gaps would fill themselves in. Cause one memory that came back was that Scott was dead. His Mean Gill, his queer platonic partner, his Scott was dead, and Martyn was alone.
Martyn fell to his knees, unable to pick himself up. Scott was gone. And Martyn couldn’t remember how. He tried digging into his own memory, but he still couldn’t remember. No matter how desperately he tried to grab at his memories, they were all out of reach. And Martyn was terrified. What if he killed Scott. He didn’t want to think about it. Couldn’t think about it.
Martyn eventually gave up in his memory search. If nothing came up, so be it. Martyn checked his clock to see how much time he had left. 00:15:13. That wasn’t very much time left at all. At least not to most people. But that was 15 more agonizing minutes Martyn would be alone for. Alone. No one left on the server. No Scott to run to for comfort. Just him. That was supposed to be the point though, wasn’t it? To be the last one standing. But it didn’t feel very good. It was painful. If felt like someone poured lava over his heart, he could do nothing about it. Nothing except cry. So, he let himself have a few minutes to do so. Not like his life was on the line. Not anymore. And if danger did find him, at least he wouldn’t have to be alone anymore.
After finally calming down, or more so running out of tears, Martyn decided to check his time again. 00:04:43. Forcing himself back to his feet, Martyn made his way back to the coral isle, back home. He went home and moved the sand in the hourglass. Get rid of the time in the hourglass before time could get rid of him.
With nothing better to do, Martyn stood there watching every red grain of sand fall. One by one. In the distance he can hear the ticking of the clock tower, aware of every second that passes. Every grain that falls, every moment that ticks by. Standing there with every second. Until the last tick, the last grain, and the last of Martyn’s time. As his timer hit 00:00:00, everything stopped. The ticking of the clock, the falling of the sand, everything.
Everything except Matryn. At least not fully. There were parts of him that stopped. His breathing, his ability to move, his time. But he was still there, his thought and mind still fully functional. And so was gravity. As he felt suffocated by his own body, gravity pulled him down. As he fell, the space he was standing gave him no room, sending his body into the ocean. As the ocean consumes his body, darkness consumes his mind. His body continues to sink until there is no light or sound left.