(Who can my characters run into?)
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ғorмWith a groan of pain, the brunette male sat himself up. Something didn't feel right to him, but then again nothing ever felt right to him. But this feeling was different. It wasn't suspicion or anxiousness. It was a mixture between slight loneliness and discomfort. He could quickly tell why, though. For one, Ashton wasnt around. He could tell the other was close by, though. And two, he was not in his bedroom. This room was different.
Quietly hanging from the ceiling was a ceiling fan, spinning round and round. He sat on a bed in the far right corner of the room, a window next to him with its black blinds open, allowing light to flood into the room. Across from the bed was a dresser and mirror above it. Coal looked into the mirror and at himself. He didn't seem to look injured. He still wore his black dress shirt and black jeans and black shoes. Though, his hair was a bit tousled.
In the far left corner sat a lonely desk with nothing on it. The walls were a light, bland blue, the floors dark brown wood with a circular carpet laid in the middle. There were three door as well. One he assumed was a bathroom, the other a closet, and one to leave this unknown place.
Slowly, Coal stood up and walked to one of the doors. He could tell his other half was quite excited about his own room. He could also tell Ashton was close. Opening the door, he stepped out. Standing across the hallway from him in his own bedroom doorway was Ashton.
Coal! I found you!Yes, you have found me. Good job. Coal quietly and softly said, looking down the hallway.
This is quite strange. I don't know where we are or how we got here... I believe the best way to find a solution to this predicament is find others and see if they know anything. Yup, yup. I agree. The more the merrier I always like to say! His eyes landed back onto the blonde boy as he took hold of his hand and began to walk away.
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ԲѳʀɱA strange feeling washed over the male. It wasn't a new feeling, but it caused panic to arise in him. He was alone, his other half close by but not in the same room as him. His green eyes fluttered open and he sat up, a bit dazed. His head spun, another feeling he didn't quite like.
Looking around, Ash noted that this wasn't his bedroom. No, it was much better than his bedroom! All four walls were painted different colors. Bright, neon colors. The floor was a mismatched pattern of dizziness. Hanging from the ceiling was a disco ball.
Disco ball! He excitedly thought, standing up. Hung all over the walls were pictures of cute little animals like bunnies, kittens, puppies and many more.
A smile spread across the males face at what he saw. He quickly looked down at himself, wondering if maybe he had had an awesome make over like his room. But no, he still wore his light pink shirt, light blue ripped skinny jeans, and light pink converse. Frowning at how he hadn't changed, a thought crossed his mind.
Where's Coal? They surely weren't shifted together because Coal always took control over Cash. Plus, he would've felt... different. He would've felt complete, whole, just one person. Ashton didn't feel complete at all. Loneliness started to sink in. He had to find his other half. He could sense he wasn't to far away.
Rushing to the door, Ash turned the knob and thrust it open. He was about to run down the long hallway he entered, but from the room across from his, the door opened and stepped the brunette boy he was looking for.
Coal! Ash happily yelled throwing his hands in the air.
I found you! Yes, you have found me. Good job... This is quite strange. I don't know where we are or how we got here... I believe the best way to find a solution to this predicament is find others and see if they know anything. He jumped over to Coal, nodding at what he said.
Yup, yup. I agree. The more the merrier I always like to say! Without waiting for Coal, he grabbed the others hand and began to drag him down the long hallway.
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Ŧ๏ภмThe hybrid silently lay in a light sleep. But something came over them, causing them to wake with a start. They stumbled to their feet, their hooves sinking into something soft. They thought it was the ground, thinking maybe it had rained overnight making the ground soft.
But upon looking down, they saw something quite strange and unusual. They were standing on a bed. On the bed were blankets of different shades of green. Some very light, others very dark. Looking around, they noticed something even more strange. They were in a room. At least that's what they thought it was called. This wasn't right. Not at all. They should be laying somewhere in a forest with other deer, but they weren't.
The walls were a forest scenery, flowers and trees and woodland creatures painted onto them. The floor was carpeted, a mixture of browns and dark greens. Lights hung from the walls on a dim setting, though sunlight flooded in from a few windows placed around the room.
A small table stood on either side of their bed, a bonzi tree standing on one and a fish tank with a green beta fish in the other. Shakily, they jumped off the bed, their hooves making a light thuding sound when they hit the floor.
They had this overwhelming sensation to run. Run for their life, yet there was no real threat showing. The deer slowly trotted to a door, they believe that's what it was called anyways. They cocked their head at it, unsure how to make it open. They slowly shifted into the human form. It had been a long while since they had done that.
They put their hand on the door knob and turned it. The door slowly swung open. Aspen ducked through the doorway, not wanting to get their antlers stuck, and waked out into the hall. Not liking the feeling of being human very much, they shifted back into their deer form and began to trot down the hallway, their hooves making a clicking sound when they hit the floor.
Their eyes fell upon a small group of four standing in the hallway, seeming to converse. The deer stopped, staring at the people. They all seemed to be normal humans. Aspen wondered if they would try to corner them, attack them, maybe even try and kill them. They shifted their weight around from leg to leg, nervously tapping their hooves on the floor.
Looking around, they noticed that they were practically trapped, the doorway seeming to lead out of this place on the other side of the people.
