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TopOC - Round 4: Secrets and TreasuresInks + sketch: https://www.instagram.com/p/CfDL5Tyv20K/?igshid=YmMyMTA2M2Y=
'Why are you still here?'
Finan shifts his foot backwards at the man in black. 'Aren't you supposed to be gone already? That box of surprises ain't enough for ya?'
'At ease, Officer,' Nyarlathotep reaches for a map and hands it to Finan. 'I only intend to deliver your next assignment.'
Finan glances at the map. Pain immediately burns through his eyes and bores to his brain. Grimacing, he whips his head away. 'Get outta the way! I've got enough of this to deal with back home.'
'Precisely, Officer. Back home,' Nyarlathotep chuckles. 'You have no need to be here anymore. You've learned all you need about the warping of reality. Therefore, you will find that this map would benefit you greatly, Officer Syahputra, if you want to go back home.'
So he was the bastard who sent him here in the first place. Finan snatches the map; an array of glyphs scratched on top of the other. Yet somehow, the pain in his brain stitches them together, ringing as it instructs Finan how to see the path beyond the two-dimensional etchings.
'Remember,' Nyarlathotep smiles. 'Time is a mountain. The peak is inevitable, lest you find a crack.'
-
Finan's curse echoes out of the chasm he was now wedged in between, clawing onto the slick walls for his dear life. Drawing in a deep breath, he slowly reaches for his torch, turns it on, and clenches it in his mouth as his hand springs to the role for support. He looks up: slated walls climb towards a crack of sky. The climb should be possible. Then he looks down - bad idea. The map be damned. There's no way he could go down to-
Finan realises his hand has been creeping down the rope, towards the hook securing him to his lifeline. And all he can do is watch. Panic courses through his bones but his exterior remains tranquillised, numbed by the ringing pain.
He breathes out a quick prayer that morphs into a scream as he plummets into the dark-
Finan blinks and his feet are on solid ground. Before his brain could process anything, the gaps in his memories are instantly filled as if he had never left.Jun 21, 2022
'Why are you still here?'
Finan shifts his foot backwards at the man in black. 'Aren't you supposed to be gone already? That box of surprises ain't enough for ya?'
'At ease, Officer,' Nyarlathotep reaches for a map and hands it to Finan. 'I only intend to deliver your next assignment.'
Finan glances at the map. Pain immediately burns through his eyes and bores to his brain. Grimacing, he whips his head away. 'Get outta the way! I've got enough of this to deal with back home.'
'Precisely, Officer. Back home,' Nyarlathotep chuckles. 'You have no need to be here anymore. You've learned all you need about the warping of reality. Therefore, you will find that this map would benefit you greatly, Officer Syahputra, if you want to go back home.'
So he was the bastard who sent him here in the first place. Finan snatches the map; an array of glyphs scratched on top of the other. Yet somehow, the pain in his brain stitches them together, ringing as it instructs Finan how to see the path beyond the two-dimensional etchings.
'Remember,' Nyarlathotep smiles. 'Time is a mountain. The peak is inevitable, lest you find a crack.'
-
Finan's curse echoes out of the chasm he was now wedged in between, clawing onto the slick walls for his dear life. Drawing in a deep breath, he slowly reaches for his torch, turns it on, and clenches it in his mouth as his hand springs to the role for support. He looks up: slated walls climb towards a crack of sky. The climb should be possible. Then he looks down - bad idea. The map be damned. There's no way he could go down to-
Finan realises his hand has been creeping down the rope, towards the hook securing him to his lifeline. And all he can do is watch. Panic courses through his bones but his exterior remains tranquillised, numbed by the ringing pain.
He breathes out a quick prayer that morphs into a scream as he plummets into the dark-
Finan blinks and his feet are on solid ground. Before his brain could process anything, the gaps in his memories are instantly filled as if he had never left.Jun 21, 2022
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