Post by catmaniac8x on Dec 28, 2011 20:35:59 GMT -5
A skinny boy lies facedown in a grassy field, arms and legs splayed out in a strange manner..his left hand stretched out near a dented up golf club. By the look of his tattered clothes, and the slight ditch he made with his body, he must of been through something quite chaotic, which explains his current unconsciousness.
His right arm, which was a bit closer to his body, twitched a bit. Unintelligible muffled noises came from the boy as he felt the grass surrounding him with his right hand, and then his left hand joined in, until finally he used his arms to get himself off the ground, grimacing in pain. "Okay.." Max muttered "..arms still work.." His face looked a bit worse, it was covered in scrapes, a few cuts, some grass smudges, and dirt. But judging by the way his eyes flicked open and glanced around wildly in fright, this was the least of his worries.
It was nighttime, this was bad, bad things happened at night, the monsters always came out at night. He reached out quickly and grabbed his golf club, trembling uncontrollably as he prepared to fight while still kneeling on the ground. He didn't recognize this park, it didn't look like any park he had ever been in before..this was getting too weird. He grimaced, trying to control himself, this was NOT the right place to have a panic attack, even if his friend could calm him down-
..wait..where was his friend?
Getting up as quickly as he could while still shaking, he turned around in a circle a couple times, looking for any hint of orange fabric...hopefully not ripped apart by whatever got him here. Then again if his friend had somehow been destroyed, he was pretty sure he would know about it. But as he searched the area frantically, he saw nothing but the inside of the park. This was not good..not good NOT GOOD
"DAVE!" He shouted, panicking now "DAVE IF YOU'RE H-HIDING ON ME I STHWEAR TO GOD!" still no response "THIS ISN'T FUNNY!" okay this was terrifying, he was alone in some godforsaken park without the friend that could get him killed if he was destroyed. Great. Just Great. He was going to die here. "ohgodohgodohgodOHGODOHGODOHGOD" Max shouted, grabbing his golf club with both hands and pinning it close to his body as his anxiety kicked into high gear.
If any cars came and honked at him now he would probably do something like..leap off a handle and..pirouette?.. maybe?...who the hell knows...stupid anxiety making him think of weird things!
His right arm, which was a bit closer to his body, twitched a bit. Unintelligible muffled noises came from the boy as he felt the grass surrounding him with his right hand, and then his left hand joined in, until finally he used his arms to get himself off the ground, grimacing in pain. "Okay.." Max muttered "..arms still work.." His face looked a bit worse, it was covered in scrapes, a few cuts, some grass smudges, and dirt. But judging by the way his eyes flicked open and glanced around wildly in fright, this was the least of his worries.
It was nighttime, this was bad, bad things happened at night, the monsters always came out at night. He reached out quickly and grabbed his golf club, trembling uncontrollably as he prepared to fight while still kneeling on the ground. He didn't recognize this park, it didn't look like any park he had ever been in before..this was getting too weird. He grimaced, trying to control himself, this was NOT the right place to have a panic attack, even if his friend could calm him down-
..wait..where was his friend?
Getting up as quickly as he could while still shaking, he turned around in a circle a couple times, looking for any hint of orange fabric...hopefully not ripped apart by whatever got him here. Then again if his friend had somehow been destroyed, he was pretty sure he would know about it. But as he searched the area frantically, he saw nothing but the inside of the park. This was not good..not good NOT GOOD
"DAVE!" He shouted, panicking now "DAVE IF YOU'RE H-HIDING ON ME I STHWEAR TO GOD!" still no response "THIS ISN'T FUNNY!" okay this was terrifying, he was alone in some godforsaken park without the friend that could get him killed if he was destroyed. Great. Just Great. He was going to die here. "ohgodohgodohgodOHGODOHGODOHGOD" Max shouted, grabbing his golf club with both hands and pinning it close to his body as his anxiety kicked into high gear.
If any cars came and honked at him now he would probably do something like..leap off a handle and..pirouette?.. maybe?...who the hell knows...stupid anxiety making him think of weird things!