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Jon is falling.
he is dead, he has to be, the knife went straight into his heart, but this was not the endless nothing of the end. This was still existance but it did not hurt. It spun and fell but it did not hurt, until it did.

Jon tumbles out of a purple cavity in reality onto the flour, now it hurts and it hurts bad
Time passed like that, face down on the cold dirt? Stone? Beneath, every inch of his body sparks in pain when Jon tries moving.

A groan was heard from on jon’s left,

he doesnt know who is there, a pleasant change mind you, but whoever it is is in pain like him.

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Mike wasnt dead, he wasnt dead, he should be but he wasnt.
He was falling, fast, it was comforting in a way, but he knew he would crash

This wasnt the land of the vast, he couldnt keep falling forever, and when he did crash it would hurt

He couldnt keep falling forever and he didn’t, mike crashes through reality and onto cold hard rock

It. hurt. so. much.

He let out a soft groan

Why did he have to crash?

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Tumble, fall, dead, no not dead, alive?, not quite, not neither either

Alive, yes alive

Finaly, no! Not again!

But it didnt hurt this time, maybe he’s ok
A crash, the pain returns, no! Not again! He can't go through that again, please

The pain fades a bit, he’s ok

Gerry stands up, he sees two people lying on the stone around him, one of which he recognises as Jon, what's he doing here, the other he doesnt know but their skin is split by a lightning like scar bolting around the, man?, person? ‘s face.

Where are they, should they hide? Probably, better safe than sorry anyway

Gerry drags jon and the unknown person to a nook behind a strange robot-like thing that opens up into a larger cave structure

Taking in his surroundings Gerry notices a smaller cave and hunkers down inside, hoping that whatever had brought him back, hopefully permanently, is not out for him now

For now he sleeps

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Jon coughs awake, his hand flying to his face only to be stopped by another jolt of pain.

He sits up taking in his surroundings, he was in a small cave next to a sleeping Gerra-Gerry Kaey and …Michael Crew?

Why was he there?

Jon didnt know, but he figures that with whatever was going on the best idea right now is to try to figure out where the three of them are and how they got there

Also maybe it´d be a good idea to find Martin

Mike shifts next to him, grogily waking up

“So uh '' Jon awkwardly begins “good mornig? night?” “...hello '' Mike replies “sorry for uh… dumping you in a hole” “it's fine, the past is the past, now if you dont mind me asking where are we?” “I think… we might be in another… universe?” “oh.”

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Gerry slowly rotates over a pit of spikes like a rotisserie chicken, to his left the mechanisms were performing their entire first album to a baseball diamond that has been filled  to the brim with seals and kangaroos and to his left a giant ferret chases down all his worst enimies. All in all a pretty pleasant experience.

When the ferret swallows Mary and Gertrude in one bite it turnes on Gerry and with a ferocious roar begins to advance

As the ferrets jaws clamp down around him and The Mechanisms finish playing No Happy Endings, Gerry woke up

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Jon and Mike sit in awkward silence broken only by Mike tentatively asking a question. “So, any idea where we actually might be?” “not a clue” 

and right at that convenient moment Gerry jolts awake.

“Okay now that you two are awake i have a question” Gerry stated , shifting to a more comfortable position and resettling his legs to fold over eachother  “how am i not dead‽‽‽”

 “well seeing as i'm also suposed to be dead i assume we got brought back to life somehow” Jon sighed hand running through his hair

“Wait, does that mean that the other avatar got brought back?” Mike questions, if so who else what was the limit, was it just the avatars that died at the hands of the institute or everyone, how far back did theu get brought back from.?

 “god i hope not, I dont want to deal with Jane again” Jon sighed remembering that unpleasant experience, his hand instinctively reaching towards where his worm scars splattered across his skin

“that's fantastic Jon but can you maybe explain to me what happened after you burned my page?” “page?” Mike confusingly askes

“Well El*as might have succeeded in a ritual… but instead of just bringing the eye to our world he brought all the entities” “hm” gerry acnowladges 

“of course he made the eye the most powerful but all in all it was fear everywhere, and then we sent the fears away with help from the mother of puppets and i guess all the avatars got dragged through”

“Well that's certainly fantastic” Gerry soundes rather calm but to be fair he literally spent years trapped as a ghost inside of a book, you can't really blame him for not being that fazed. “I assume we should probabgly stay down here until we know where on ear-in the multiverse we are''

“Yeah that would probably be the best option” Mike resolved “now if you excuse me i'm going to sneakily explore a large space to hopefully void, pun not intended, the effect the buried is having on me right now” standing up and heading out into the more open cavern Mike waves back at Gerry and Jon 

“Who knows maybe i'll even figure a thing or two out”

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Grian circles around the floating rocks enjoying the sensation of wind flowing through his feathers, it had been ages since all the hermits were off on another server, his wings ached a little bit from both disuse and being pinned so tightly to his back.

Goodtimeswithscar has joined the server

The message sent Grian into a bit of a startled panic and he dived way too sharply down crashing into the floor next to the rift with only half a heart left. 

He quickly hid his scarlet wings underneath his matching jumper and put on his elytra

It wasnt that hermitcraft wasnt a hybrid friendly server, it was just that there were only four hybrids out of the twenty one players in the server and he had a small amount of wing related trauma so Grian would rather keep hiden.

Strangely as Grian pulled out a rocket he felt the familiar prickling sensation of being watched and bolted the hell out of there as fast as he could.

Scar was fortunately working on his base in scarland and didnt notice a panicked Grian shooting off to spawn, which also means he didnt spot the glimmer of purple air that distorted around the flying figure.

Or if he did he didn’t make anything of it

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Its fluttering wings propelled it forward, always moving ever onward

Never find goal

always searching never finding

Down down down it flies 

The goal draws near

It's not meant to find

Yet it does

The moth nesseles among a head of dark brown hair streaked with silver

A sharp intake of breath can be heard and then gentle hands lift the moth away  

It now has a new objective

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Within sharp rocks and pipes the three outsiders sit, the goth and the man with the fractal scar tinker with technology they found around the cave. 

Like a little child the goth holds up a monstrosity of wires and pipes proudly 

“I think i'm really starting to get the hang of this” he states

“What on earth is that” The Archivist grumpuly mutteres, curled up in a little depression cinnamon roll shape

“Geeze Jon you’re starting to sound like you used to in 2016, get some sleep” mike helpfully pipes up from where he is having about as much luck as gerry when it comes to creating something technological.

“I would but this daṁ̸̜͆̂̅n̶̜͚̥̳͈̬̓́̓̓̀͊̒̌͋̎̕͠ moth keeps distracting me!”

“so grab it and put it in a jar or something” mike suggested

“…okay” 

The next few hours are spent in relative silence as the two tech boys work away, progressively getting better and better at their craft until gerry holds up something that looks vaguely like an analog clock

“Now we can tell time!” gerry nearly shouts, 

“We can't tell time if we don’t have a clue what time it is or exactly how long a second is” mike sighed

“That my dear mikey is why we have Jon” 

“Not if he’s asleep”

“Just wake him up!”

“... ok” mike shrugs stands up and walks a few steps toward the sleeping avatar of the eye 

“You'll have to do the talking though since this was your idea” 

Mike shakes The Archivist, hard

“Hu-pht wh-what?” Jon splutters, bolting upright “what’s going on!” 

At this mike and gerry wince, he sounds genuinely alarmed

“Sorry” gerry shifts “we just were wondering if you could help us with this clock i made. You know with all the beholding stuff?”

“Alright give it here”

Mike returns to trying and failing to create a multi component device that moves a hinge from several meters away. Gerry watches the two, insanely bored, then a flawless plan enters his grey matter noodle 

Gerry stands up and walks over to the little cave entrance, he steps into the larger cave and begins searching around. He realizes he is literally starving and since he's still human what he needs is actual physical food, luckily there is a large colony of bats just to Gerry’s left and he chases after them

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“This is so poorly made” jon grumbles

“well he did what he could” 

“I suppose, what are you working on?”

“I'm just figuring out multi component machines” mike answers “how's the clock going?”

“§̷͈͚͎̩̏̉̊͋̽͜h̴̟̱̟̮̋̊̃́̆͜it, this is all made completely wrong”

“Yeah that checks out, do you know why it does that?”

“Does what?”

“Your swearing is getting like corrupted or something”

“oh, i wonder if this universe has some sort of child lock on it” Jon laughs

“That would be funny i admit, but it's interesting nonetheless”

“Hey, it's my job to be curious! If you wanted to you should have picked a better Fear”

“And be stuck working for El!as, no thanks”

“I didn't know ok!”

“And I chose The Vast while being chased by an avatar of The Spiral. It's not like we all get exactly what we want”

“I suppose '' Jon sighes “it's a little trickier to Know stuff here though. It's still possible i’m just not really being spoon fed information from The Eye like i was during the apocalypse”

“Yeah i get that, i haven’t gotten hungry at all since we arrived here though, we should keep an eye on that - pun not intended - incase something's afoot”

“Come to think of it i haven’t either, i just hadn't noticed since well, fear was plenty then i didn’t really need to feed” Jon explains “and… there! Done the clock!”

“Nice, should we find Gerry?”

“Nah, I have a feeling he wouldn't want to be disturbed at the moment” Jon said with a small grin, static faintly humming in the air.

“Do you Know that?”

“Yup”

“Then let's leave him to it”

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“STUPID BATS!” Gerry hollars, 

Having failed to catch the flying creatures for the past hour and a half he makes one last ditch effort and winds up with a frantically flapping bat clasped in his hands

“I GOT YOU HAHAHAHA” Gerry gloated to the small critter “YOU CAN'T ESCAPE NOW, YOU'RE MY DINER MUAHAHAHA”

“Uhm are you ok?” Mike questions “me and Jon heard you shouting and we got kinda worried”

“Mike! holy - you scared me!” Gerry says loosening his grip on the bat. It squirms and gets its wing loose. With a strong flap of said wing the bat flys away to rejoin the rest of its colony.

“Well now look what you've done, that was supposed to be my dinner!”

“Jon fixed the clock”

“Op i’m coming”  

Gerry darts across the cave skidding to a stop next to Mike. the two of them wordlessly duck into their makeshift home.

“We really ought to name this place something” Jon huffs under his breath “can't just keep calling it ‘the smaller cave’ can we?”

“Lets see that clock Jon!” Mike prompts sitting down on the ground

“Well you see there's actually a different time system used in this world so-” Jon begins before being cut of by Gerry enthusiastically declaring “guys the moth is back!”

“Here i'll grab it” Mike begins

“No its fine, i think i have some sort of weird Control over them, like i can See out of their eyes or something”

“Oh… I bet that's why it has eyes on its wings”

“Maybe you can use it to explore around” Gerry helpfully pipes up

“Why not try?” jon mused

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Gem was chopping down one of the big spruce trees she needed the wood of and had gotten about two thirds of the way through when a moth arrived and snatched her com, it's not like that was her only one though she had six spares in case she lost one. But she was worried that this moth might eat it and get sick or give it to someone who shouldn't have it, and that's how she found herself wasting the afternoon by chasing a moth around the server

“Oh come ON!'' Gem huffed, the moth had just led her on a wild goose chase around scarland and now somehow she was lost. Gem didn't know how, as scarland wasn’t really that big, but she was lost and she lost the moth.
 

Gem started walking around attempting to find some sort of landmark, it was weird that she couldn’t even see Grian’s rock thing from here. 

Wait there, gem had seen that building before hadn’t she? Just take a right here and… wait this wasn't supposed to be like that, this was giving her a headache.

Eventually gem had made her way out, none the less The Spiral still had a good meal of her

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BeHoldItsJonny has joined the game

PushEmOffACliff has joined the game

ImNotDead‽ has joined the game

Grian: what.

BeHoldItsJonny got [Eye’s chosen]

BeHoldItsJonny got [Archive]

PushEmOffACliff got [Vast’s chosen]

ZombieCleo: Excuse me?!?! Since when were those achievements!?!?

ImNotDead‽: use interrobangs please

ZombieCleo: ????

ImNotDead‽: ‽

ZombieCleo: oh. sure why not

Geminitay: uhm x? Who are these people

PushEmOffACliff: *gasp* spiral marked!

BeholdItsJonny: oh really, that's interesting

XisumaVoid: I don’t know, please do not approach or further interact with these intruders until further notice.

Grian: well that's somewhat concerning

BeholdItsJonny: oh we mean no harm, to be completely honest we don't exactly know how we wound up here either, i mean we do have an idea but nothing concrete

(whispering to XisumaVoid) Grian: do you think they could be a bit like me?

(whispering to Grian) XisumaVoid: maybe, this “jonny” is “Eye’s chosen” after all.

BeholdItsJonny: also Gerry, the names, really

ImNotDead‽: suffer ;3

BeholdItsJonny: i certainly will

PushEmOffACliff: well mine’s funny, so thanks

ImNotDead‽: you’re welcome Mike, i'm glad that someone finds my jokes funny

BeholdItsJonny: how did you even come up with mine! My name is Jon not Jonny

ImNotDead‽: eh, it's the name of the lead singer of a band i really like, and he has like the opposite personality of you so.

Goodtimeswithscar: oooooh, what band?

Grian: Scar!

ImNotDead‽: The Mechanisms

BeholdItsJonny: 0-0

Goodtimeswithscar: wait you like the mechanisms too! What’s your favourite album!!!

ImNotDead‽: *gasp* a fellow Mechs fan, the Bifrost Incident 100%

Goodtimeswithscar: my favourite is high noon over camelot, favourite mech?

ImNotDead‽: Ivy, she's just, yes, although TS is close second

Goodtimeswithscar: for me Ashes and Jonny rain supreme, there is no beating those two

ImNotDead‽: favourite non mech character, mines inspector Lyf

Goodtimeswithscar: Alice, i don't know why but Alice is amazing

BeholdItsJonny: could you guys like make a seperate chat for this or something

Goodtimeswithscar: sure, hey fellow mechs fan, do you have discord?

ImNotDead‽: nope, sorry, my names Gerard by the way, but my friends call me Gerry

Goodtimeswithscar: aww man, hi i'm Scar yes that's my real name

Grian: Scar! don't talk to them!

Goodtimeswithscar: why not

Grian: because we don't know who they are or weather or not they’re a threat!

Goodtimeswithscar: but we didn't know who you were at that turned out fine

XisumaVoid: need i remind you of Ex and Hells

Goodtimeswithscar: fine

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Scar set down his communicator frustrated

“I don't get why I can't talk to the one, person who listens to the music i like!” he huffs “ i need to go for a walk” lucky today was a good day so he barely even needs his cane. Scar still brought it along just incase

He sets out walking in the opposite direction of civilization, he winds up deep in a forest, the birds are chirping, and the wind through the leaves is soothing. Scar sits down on a fallen log with mushrooms he recognises as amanita muscarias on it (the red ones with white spots, also known as fly agaric, poisonous and hallucinogenic). it is only then when he notices the small clearing to his left

The clearing is home to a small abandoned parking lot with grass, wildflowers, and plantain sprouting up between the cracks in the concrete, there within is an old abandoned car with a young oak tree growing up through the roof. In an old crumbling building a family of foxes sleep among thistles and rotting wood. A deer grazes on the grass before being startled away by passersbies.

It is the most beautiful thing Scar has ever seen, the golden sun filtering through the leaves, 

He wishes he could stay there forever

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Gem’s megabase was coming along beautifully, it was everything she could have wanted. The textured white towers stretching up up, towards the sky, and the massive cherry tree branching across the structure.

She hears a ping on her communicator, and glancing at it briefly she steps into a patch of shade so she can see the screen better

Xisumavoid: server meeting at spawn

ZombieCleo: on our way

With a sigh Gem pulled out a rocket and launches herself into the sky.

As she flies over the server Gem notices a few things, the rivers and lakes seem noticeably deeper, the shadows seem darker, flames scattered around seemed to not give off as much light, and all the villagers seemed to be looking directly at her. 

She couldn’t tell though, it might just be that weird experience in scarland getting to her.

Passing by Cleo’s base ( how had she gotten there) everything seemed ever so slightly off, like she was looking at a replica someone had made and gotten the proportions wrong.

When Gem finally arrives at spawn void she had been flying for hours all the hermits were already there, they were just waiting on her

“Sorry I took so long i… don't know why i did to be honest” she fumbles, her base wasn’t particularly far from spawn and pearl and Impulse look like they had been there for a while already

“No worries, stress just arrived as well” 

And looking around sure enough stress looks like she was just sitting down “found a cool bug” she shrugs

Gem takes her seat on the floor between Iskal and Scar, as it is one of the only spaces still unoccupied and the meeting begins

“I'm sure you have all heard of the… sudden appearance of new people on the server at the moment corect?” X begins around the room a series of yeses can be heard “uhm no?” mumbo questioned

Of course it was mumbo who didn't know about the main topic of conversation being shuffled around over the past day

“Check your com” someone pipes up from across the room from Gem, she couldn’t quite catch who “oh, okay i see” he says after a few moments of silence only broken by the occasional chirping of a very pesky bird and the jukebox quietly playing blocks in the corner by the door.

“Well the first topic of this meeting will be organising our information on the outsiders, we should try to decipher weather these people are a threat or in need of a shelter” many hermits nodded at that information

“Shall we begin?”

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Waking up from his not so peaceful slumber Jon notices a few moths scattered around the room, as puppeting the moths took a lot of his conscience thought to do so and he had something planned for today. 

He stands up and fixes his hair the best he can, through the hole in the cave roof by the purple crack in the universe they came through Jon could see the beginnings of a light rain pouring through. 

Walking over he cupped his hands to gather water to wash his face and hands.

“I soer ihswa o gelly oeer air” a voice spoke from above, they were far enough away that Jon couldn't quite make out what they had said but nonetheless he ducked behind the strange mustached robot

The person glided down on a pair of almost mothlike wings except they were grey and there were only two of them. The person themselves wore a construction workers outfit and they had short brown hair, their skin was absolutely covered in different scars. In their hands they held a grey cat who jumped out onto the ground when they landed

“Oh, Grumbot” they said Jon could no longer see them anymore because they were on the other side of the robot, grumbot? That certainly sounded like a robot's name “got any content to generator..?”

The machine went wir, click, pop and they spoke again; ”oh that's a weird one, oop server meeting bye!” they said as they whip out a… firework‽‽‽ and flew back out of the cave

When Jon is sure the person was gone he steps back out into the open and in front of the robot. Laying on a pedestal in front was a stack of paper and a pen, Jon Knew that that's how you communicate with it, he writes down a question ‘do you know who I am’

Jon inserts the note into the machine and after another wir, click, pop a note pops out ‘no, you are not from a universe with a grumbot’. After a few minutes of pondering the note he scribbles down a response ‘yes, i suppose i’m not. I'm Jonathan Sims the Archivist, who are you?’. Once again wir, click, pop! and another note was sitting there ‘I am Grumbot, where are you from?”

It took him a long while for Jon to write down an answer, it's not like his universe had a name exactly. Eventually Jon decided on calling it the First Fear World. Now that the eye had view of so, so many universes he could tell that his was the first to properly have the fourteen fears he knew so well

‘This is the world known as Hermitcraft’ the next note read his typed out response was ‘are the people of Hermitcraft friendly’ and this continues for a long while

‘Yes, but they don’t enjoy intruders’

‘What will happen if they find us’

‘I do not know’

‘Will you tell them i am here’

‘Not unless asked, it is against my programing to not answer truthfully’

‘I guess that's really all i can ask for, goodbye’

‘Goodbye Archivist’

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“Well from my experience over comms they seem like they’re at least a bit nice?” scar chips in, “yes but you know the lengths hybrid hunters wil go too” doc counters

This argument has been going back and forth for almost two hours according to the clock that sat in the corner of the room, and for some strange reason scar was only bringing this to light now, like come on dude it's been two hours for goodness sake.

And with one last “alright guys i think that's it for today” from Xisuma everyone slowly trickles out

Gem and pearl in the front are the first to leave, with sighs of gratitude and relief they return to their bases together

Jevin leaves a new music disk by the box that has now moved on to playing chirp.

Xisuma has already begun checking over the code for bugs and the rest of the hermits shuffle out one by one

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It was cold, so very cold

Who was it? Has it ever been someone?

It did not know

Was it an it? Or a he? Or a she? Or another

It did not know

All it knew was that it was here, cold, an oh so alone

The fog wrapped around it smothering its senses

For a brief moment he remembered a warm hand held in his and lime green eyes - so many eyes -

What was their life before like

Did it even have one

There must have been something before the fog and cold they were trapped in

Someone to hold his hand

Anything?

They could not remember

It curled itself into a ball on the floor

Was there even a floor, or just more fog

And tried to keep warm

What was even the point

Everything was cold, had it always been?

It must have

It could not remember

They wished they could see someone else

No one was coming for it

It would be alone until the inevitable end

Maybe that was how it was meant to be after all

Everyone leaves you in the end

But still

It persisted

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Dirt, worms, dirt, worms, dirt, worms, crush, dirt, worms, rock, dirt, worms

The squelches and tiny voices of the Worms around her

The crunch of fingers digging into dirt

Fingernails crusted in mud

Worms, dirt, worms, dirt, worms, dirt

Light?

There is a light shining through the dirt, the worms dig away at it

Soft yellow wood glowing oh so bright in the dark of dirt

It is not Dirt not yet at least but regular dirt still chokes the lungs and filles the skin

Her worms have to dig to let the hive out of the mud and grit

Its too much work for her little babies so she tries to help

Decomposing fingers scrape on unnatural yellow wood slowly exposing a doorknob that seems to beccon to her

“Come in come in” it says “we will shelter from this horrid suffocating dirt”

She reaches out for the doorknob and pulls

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Jon thought that the small cave the three of them were living in was too small.

No he wasn't being paranoid and no this had nothing to do with the massive headache he has had the past little while.

He shouldn't even be able to have a headache and yet there it was burning into his scalp as if a thousand tiny needles were jabing into his skull. Needless to say he needed a break from other people

So there he found himself digging out more tunnels in the area. It's a slow and tedious process, scraping away at stone with his bare hands but it actually goes a lot faster then he anticipated

In a matter of hours Jon dug away a more hiden center cave that was tucked inside of a small crevice he had begun working on another smaller room with a hallway connecting it to the center chamber then he feels the headache that had been haunting his work for most of the day sharpen into a searing pain, it feels like the top of his skull is being ripped off.

He falls down to the floor in pain and curls up in a pathetic little ball on the rock floor

No one hears his quiet calls for help

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Gerry is bored

Very bored

Mike was somewhere in the deep caves, he had said he found some sort of void below

and Jon was off doing whatever it was he does during the day, he actually didn't know much about what he actually does. Maybe if he was sneaky he could find out, buuut Jon would probably just Know.

Either way Gerry needs something to do and Jon mysteriously disappears during the day so off he goes to find him

‘Soooo’ he thinks to himself as he walks out into the big open central cave. ‘Jon usually goes this way and Mike goes that way right? Or is it the other way around?’

Eventually Gerry just shrugs and walks away from the purple glow emanating from behind the tangle of wires that is the massive mustached robot

“Now where do I go?” he sighs to himself, the cave splitting off into many smaller tunnels. “Well that one has a cool flower soooo it could be placed there as a marker of which tunnel to follow!”

Gerry bobs along sticking to the left side of the three or so forks he encounters shockingly he could see just fine in the dark despite not having a flashlight or a lanturn or some sort of luminance and somewhat fittingly he doesn't notice when the tunnel slowly fades into light

Stepping on to soft grass Gerry Keay shields his eyes from the sudden onslaught of light from the sun above, suddenly realising his mistake the …human? Was he a human? Attempted to sprint back into cover but accidentally tripped and fell off of a ledge

He tumbled down down down and his eyes only adjusted to the bright outdoor light seconds before the ground rushed up to hit him.

It crushes his body and twists his limbs into an awkward position, the skin on his face that had taken the impact was red and sore but miraculously intact. It hurt like fire but somehow he’s still alive-ish

Stumbling to his feet, Gerry calls for help, completely forgetting that there were unfriendly people around, his gaze drifts upwards from the cold stone floor to the massive rock walls that seem to stretch off into eternity. Behind him far, far away there is another wall that seems to stretch around 250 stories tall or like four big bens.

The cave he fell out of looked to be 200 stories up, he probably shouldn't have survived that. Momentarily forgetting that he was in hiding gerry calls out for help

 “Heloooo, helloooo imstuck in a masive holeee”. There's a *woooooosh* * splash* as someone falls out of the sky and lands in a small puddle beside him, they sport a green skin and a robotic eye and appear to have a sort of purpleish leathery wings

“Why are you in the perimeter?” a distinctly german voice questions from the person in front of him

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His vision was red with blood as he crawls through the intertwining underground passageways, his two new antenna ache as they bob with his movement. Many eyes blinking in the lightless corridors his mind is filled with whispers of ‘out out get out get away’ his friends cant see him like this, no matter the cost.

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His legs dangle over the endless expanse of sky, trapped underground he still finds a way to let himself feel the incredible sensation of vertigo. Slowly he gets to his feet admiring the gap in the universe he has found, for a split second he is weightless as he propels himself off the grey and black stone and out into the open. But then he Falls and what a wonderful sensation it is to Fall, limbs limp plummeting to certain death and then his feet land softly on the monochrome rock and he sits down once again to calm his racing heart.

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Hi so uhhhhhhhhh yeah I've completely lost all motivation for this book

I might post my drafts and what i was going to do with this later??? Idk its up to yall.