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A fragment from another point in time.
He was dead.
He had been dead.
Legundo stared at his inky hands, world shifting on its axis as he realized he wasn't dead nor alive anymore. Quickly, he checked his mouth for fangs.
He felt no sharp points on his fingers. He was undeniably still….human. Legundo blinked as he looked around the town. He was near a grave, one that looked well kept despite the various overgrown plants nearby.
The Doctor. The grave read out plainly.
Legundo stared at it before sitting down. Maybe, if he stayed here long enough, he would sink back into the ground and stay buried.
LOG 002
You watch as the doctor idly brushes his hands against the bat plush, unable to do more than hold or feel it. Still, you watch as he attempts to dig his nails into it.
After the fifth attempt, you have to interrupt. "Aren't you tired yet?" You snark as you lean against an ominous tree trunk. You just wanted to go home, but the only one who could tell you the way was busy trying to stab a fake bat.
"I no longer feel fatigue. It's awful." Doctor Legundo lamented before grabbing the bat plushie and throwing it. You can't catch it before it falls, the body being staked by a tree branch. You retrieve the plushie, sadly bringing it back to its new owner.
"He didn't do anything to you…" You sigh as you sit on the muddy ground.
"You have no idea." Legundo hisses as the world distorts around the two of you. Wherever this place is, it's clear he influences it more than he realizes. You gulp down the fear in your heart and grab onto the ground before it steadies.
"Well, we have so much time. You might as well explain it."
"Your time is running out."
You blink at him.
"What?"