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A young, blonde man found himself slipping into unconsciousness in the depths of the void.
His eyes suddenly flew open, and he gasped for air, his lungs aching from the effort.
Struggling to recall how he had ended up in this place, he felt a throbbing agony in his head. The air was thick with an oppressive darkness, and he turned his head in all directions, desperately searching for an escape.
His cries for help reverberated into the void, unanswered. Despite the lack of solid ground, he managed to stand up and took hesitant steps forward, almost stumbling over his own feet. His heartbeat quickened into a frantic rhythm as he sought a way out, his feet moving on their own, sprinting like there was no tomorrow.
After what seemed like an eternity, he paused to catch his breath. Then, a faint beam of light caught his eye, piercing through the dense darkness. As the light intensified, a realization washed over him.
His name was Tom, Tom Craft. Or fondly known as TommyInnit.
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Tommy's POV:
I slowly opened my eyes, feeling a throbbing ache in my bones as I took a small, labored gasp for air. The room was dimly lit, and I could see the faint outline of my surroundings. My body was drenched in cold sweat, and my hair was matted against my forehead, a tangled mess. I cursed under my breath, longing for a mirror to assess the damage and fix myself up. The clammy discomfort made me wish I could erase the evidence of my rough night and start fresh.
I sharply turned my head in different directions, meticulously examining my surroundings. I was startled when I lifted my head and saw a figure looming over me, his expression eerily composed.
The figure stood tall and lean, towering over me with an undeniable presence. His mustard yellow sweater, now slightly faded, appeared to be a well-loved garment. Tousled brunette locks peeked out from under his stylish maroon beanie, framing his face. His attire was completed by a pair of black jeans and round-framed glasses resting comfortably on the bridge of his nose. As I observed more closely, I noticed the guitar strapped to his back, suggesting a passion for creating music. It was an intriguing and captivating sight, to say the least.
Oh, what am I thinking? Get ahold of yourself, Tommy.
"Hey, you've been asleep for quite a while," he said in a hushed voice, as if he didn't want to startle me. I struggled to sit up, and he quickly straightened his posture and extended his hand, offering it to me for support. I hesitated, feeling unsure about accepting help from a stranger, especially one I didn't even know.
"I don't need your fuckin' help, prick." I snapped, my voice laced with frustration as I attempted to push his hand away. Despite my resistance, the young man simply chuckled, his grip firm as he refused to let go. He seemed determined to assist me in getting back on my feet.
After minutes passed of just me and him staring at each other, I found myself growing more and more frustrated by his persistent attitude. I couldn't understand why he couldn't just leave me alone. I begrudgingly reached out and took hold of his hand, grumbling under my breath. With his assistance, I managed to stand up, my expression marred by a deep scowl.
The feeling of irritation vanished as a sudden realization struck me. How did he become aware of my presence here? And what was the reason for him to loom over me in such a creepy manner while I was unconscious?
"How did you—" My freedom of speech was wrongfully taken away from me as he cut me off using his calm voice. That, in my opinion, was fucking annoying. "I found you passed out in the hallway, and you were the only person I saw in here after the announcement, so I thought I'd stick around until you woke up."
The announcement? A whirlwind of thoughts echoed through my mind. As I prepared to voice my thoughts, he also interjected, adding to the tension in the room.
"There are other folks around here as well, and a voice on the speakers told us we had to be in the gym by eight-thirty, or we'd get punished." The brunette's calm explanation and soothing voice managed to calm me down, much to my dismay.
Suddenly, my eyes widened in surprise. Eight thirty? I quickly glanced around, wondering what time it was at that moment.
"Wh-what time is it now?" I found myself repeating my inner thoughts, feeling a bead of sweat trickling down my face.
"8:28."
I was on the verge of screaming. What the fuck? I couldn't believe it. We only had a matter of time before we'd get punished because we were fucking late. I grabbed his shoulders forcefully and yelled in his face,
"We have to fucking get there as soon as possible!" I gently pushed him aside before running off in an unknown direction. Suddenly, it occurred to me that despite not knowing him, I had unquestioningly believed everything he had said.
"Wait a minute.." "Hey! How do I know you're not lying?" I pivoted sharply, every muscle in my body tensing as I turned to face him. His lips curled downwards into a confused smile, and his eyebrows raised.
"And- and I don't even know you, dickhead! Why should I believe you?!" I shouted, jabbing my index finger at him with intensity.
The man adjusted his beanie and let out a sigh before speaking in his exasperatingly composed tone, "Jeez, calm down. You're overreacting."
I was on the verge of saying something, but I found myself speechless. I stood there, eagerly anticipating his next words.
"I was just joking about the time, It's 7:30. But the announcement was all real." He moved in closer, causing me to instinctively take a step back.
I felt a surge of fear as I anticipated what he might do to me. However, to my surprise, he simply extended his hand towards me, as though he was offering a handshake.
"I'm Wilbur, Wilbur Soot. Ultimate Musician." The corner of his lips curved up into a smile.