You make breaking hearts look so easy
Who: Phoenix Wright, open
What: Mostly, he's being terrified by these creepy shadows that keep trying to eat him
When: May 13th
Where: Near his apartment
Warning: Um, Phoenix being turned into a heartless? Maybe?
It was normal for a night to be dark. Phoenix had pretty much grown up with that fact indented into his brain-- but it wasn't normal when the ground seemed to move. And it was even less normal when shadows started materializing out of the ground. With a yelp, he jumped back, suddenly finding himself absolutely surrounded by the dark creatures, their yellow eyes seemingly looking through his very soul and into his heart.
It wasn't long before he was backed up against the wall, his feeble attempts of both escaping and fighting back going completely ignored-- they just materialized without even a single scratch. This wasn't the first time he'd felt completely helpless on the island, and he pressed his back up against the surface behind him, eyes casting around wildly for some sort of life beyond those... shadows.
"H-help? Anyone?" His voice sounded pathetic, even to him, and it forced him to cough, forced him to raise his voice and yell 'help' again. It didn't matter how many times he kicked those things away, they just kept coming-- more and more of them, over and over again. All he could see was black, he could barely even see the floor at this point.
"Someone?"
What: Mostly, he's being terrified by these creepy shadows that keep trying to eat him
When: May 13th
Where: Near his apartment
Warning: Um, Phoenix being turned into a heartless? Maybe?
It was normal for a night to be dark. Phoenix had pretty much grown up with that fact indented into his brain-- but it wasn't normal when the ground seemed to move. And it was even less normal when shadows started materializing out of the ground. With a yelp, he jumped back, suddenly finding himself absolutely surrounded by the dark creatures, their yellow eyes seemingly looking through his very soul and into his heart.
It wasn't long before he was backed up against the wall, his feeble attempts of both escaping and fighting back going completely ignored-- they just materialized without even a single scratch. This wasn't the first time he'd felt completely helpless on the island, and he pressed his back up against the surface behind him, eyes casting around wildly for some sort of life beyond those... shadows.
"H-help? Anyone?" His voice sounded pathetic, even to him, and it forced him to cough, forced him to raise his voice and yell 'help' again. It didn't matter how many times he kicked those things away, they just kept coming-- more and more of them, over and over again. All he could see was black, he could barely even see the floor at this point.
"Someone?"