sadfreezingbrit_archive: (something isn't right)
sadfreezingbrit_archive ([personal profile] sadfreezingbrit_archive) wrote2010-09-29 03:06 pm

An accidental video on the fifth floor [1/??? artefacts collected]

What--

[ Philip looks around, running his gloved hands along the wall. Where is the destruction? The decay? The ice? ]

No. No, this is not...

This can't be...

[ The door he came through is not the door he came through. And the frozen landscape behind that door? Is suddenly a warm corridor with a nice, carpeted floor.]

Where am I?

{ We're not in Kansas anymore, that's for sure. Not that you've ever been, far as I can tell. Heh, not that you're missin' out on much... }

What did you do?!

{ Calm down, monkey. For once in my life I'm just as clueless as you are and I've been around for a while, so that's sayin' somethin'. }

Turn it back!!

{ Now listen here: You can either go on yapping and blame it all on Clarence till you're blue in the face, or you can get a grip and have a look around. }

Turn it back...

{ Oh, and one more thing: How about you get rid of those gloves? We're obviously not below zero anymore and I'm sure you'd hate to have your monkey palms all sweaty when you shake hands with whoever brought you here. }

Oh God...

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[identity profile] sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com 2010-09-29 11:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He doesn't look back, doesn't care if he's still being chased or if he ever was.

He runs and runs through the corridors, down the stairs, until he's finally outside and the hallucination starts to break down.

An ocean. A forest. Fields and.... the weather is nice. He never thought he'd see anything like that again.

It's too good... too good not to be true, because everything he's experienced so far has been designed to crush his hopes, even the false ones.

Taking a deep breath he sits down in the grass and sees to his own notes... actual, written ones. ]