20th Spark || [Text/Action] 4TH WALL EVENT
When Merlin tries to adjust the pillow underneath him, he realises that 1. the bed has somehow become rather hard and 2. it's rather cold. Frowning, he rolls onto his side, and starts feeling around for his blanket and suddenly feels the bed drop away beneath him. With a gasp, he manages to catch the edge of the bed, very much awake now.
"O-okay, this is not my room," he chokes out, clutching onto the roof of what appears to be the Goldenrod Radio Tower. In between his panicked thoughts of how in all the gods did I get here??! and what do I do now?! Merlin realises this is a Very, Very Bad Situation. Like a self-fulfilling prophecy, his fingers choose that very moment to lose their grip on the roof's edge.
He plummets. Time, time, I need more time, Merlin thinks frantically as he falls. Then, suddenly, the wind isn't whistling past his ears and things have gone quiet. Time has slowed, just like he wanted.
"Ic fleoge!" He cries, because what the heck, it's worth a try if he can control time again, and he really doesn't have another choice when his pokeballs are still in his room.
Time reverts back to its normal flow just then, and Merlin nearly cries in relief when his feet touch the ground gently.
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Is anyone else having strange things happen to them?
"O-okay, this is not my room," he chokes out, clutching onto the roof of what appears to be the Goldenrod Radio Tower. In between his panicked thoughts of how in all the gods did I get here??! and what do I do now?! Merlin realises this is a Very, Very Bad Situation. Like a self-fulfilling prophecy, his fingers choose that very moment to lose their grip on the roof's edge.
He plummets. Time, time, I need more time, Merlin thinks frantically as he falls. Then, suddenly, the wind isn't whistling past his ears and things have gone quiet. Time has slowed, just like he wanted.
"Ic fleoge!" He cries, because what the heck, it's worth a try if he can control time again, and he really doesn't have another choice when his pokeballs are still in his room.
Time reverts back to its normal flow just then, and Merlin nearly cries in relief when his feet touch the ground gently.
[Text sent minutes after all this:]
Is anyone else having strange things happen to them?