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Miles backs up as whatever substance that creature spit gets in their eye. They can immediately tell it’s not acid, not a fast acting one at least, as they stumble back to the small tent they’d taken shelter in, their eye isn’t melting, and they don’t feel any pain in the area.
That’s when it started.
They felt woozy, not enough to pass out, but they needed to sit down. They did so, blinking a few times in hopes that it’d flush out whatever got into their eyes.
It didn’t.
Miles grabbed their water canteen to try and flush their eye out, but whatever it was stayed in their eye, even as their vision started to warp and twist. They close their eyes, it’s not real , they tell themself. They’re used to moments like this, their hallucinations. They’d been getting worse since falling into the portal, but they’d always been able to rein them in to some extent.
It’s not real.
They repeated, pressing the meat of their hands into their eyes so hard it hurt. If their mom was here, she would’ve grabbed their hands and pulled them away from their face and told them pain isn’t the way to get past things before kissing their hands and their head. Would ingesting the stuff in their eye kill a person? Miles shot up at that, and made the mistake of opening their eyes.
They couldn’t see.
They couldn’t fucking see.
Their vision was being obscured.
They were being watched.
The feeling covered their body, they felt like a product on display.
There were so many
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There were so many. Too many. More than usual. Was it the substance doing this? Why didn’t flushing it out work, why didn’t sleeping it off work?? What the hell was in this stuff. One of their hands scratches at the skin under their eye, pulling at it. Is it just their eye? The hallucinogens only got into one of their eyes, but it was affecting the vision in both. They were sobbing now, their brain fogged by sleep and panic, fighting each other for precedence.
Both were interrupted by a sharp sting of pain.
Their hand, moving like it wasn’t their own anymore, was trying to rip out their eye. Their brain was overwhelmed, the pain intense, easily beating out the exhaustion and the panic, but it wasn’t preferable , not at all. Despite that, they couldn’t pull their hand away, they could only scream and sob as their hand tugged and scratched and pulled, even scratching at their eyelid in desperation to get it out, to stop the hallucinations--Make it stop, make it stop, makeitstopstopstopSTOP.
That’s when everything went black.