?Yeah, mayor. I?m moving today! I wonder what my new town will be like?? Lyman grinned at the Mayor as he packed the last of his boxes. He had been anticipating this move for weeks, making sure to take extra long morning jogs around the town of Maria, his hometown. He reminisced about the delicious oranges at the orange grove near camp.
They sure were perfect? It was his first time eating such a succulent fruit, and he remembered how the juice created the perfect after workout drink.
But something was never exactly ?perfect? in Maria. Something wasn?t quite
right?
Lyman could never pinpoint what that feeling was. But his muscles twitched and tensed in unknowing anticipation for that unknown. Somehow, he knew that there was something horribly, terribly wrong with Maria, and he quietly planned his move, paying careful attention not to let the Mayor know about his plan. Every passing day, his jogs became shorter and the twitch in his muscles grew stronger.
It was finally time to leave, and Lyman took one final look around his emptied house. There would be nothing left of him tomorrow, and somehow, knowing that he would leave without any traces caused his heart to beat faster. His muscles began to spasm harder, stronger.
From the darkness of the early morning sky, a terrible pressure began to constrict around Lyman. A sudden and uncharacteristic feeling of fear seeped into his mind.
Wait? this feeling. It?s the same feeling I?ve been feeling all my time in Maria! The source of his twitch, his subconscious acknowledgements of strange, all of these sensations came pouring into one concentrated moment of realization: It was the Darkness all this time. Lyman began to regret his decisions to move away, but it was far too late. His muscles were paralyzed by the Darkness.
Oh, chips
I?m in trouble. Lyman shut his eyes as the Darkness pressed down and all became black. As Isabelle?s voice came over the speakers, Lyman drifted into the depths of the Void, never to be seen again.