prompt #1:There was silence at first.
As his senses started working again though, he started to get some kind of a picture of the place he might be in.
First sense to return was his hearing. Although his ears were ringing, he managed to pick up the sounds of water, running gently like a calm river.
Then, his sight returned. The flit opened his eyes. He blinked a few times before turning his head up at what he presumed was the sky. The flit saw a small white point in the pitch black sky. He sighed, relieved that the darkness was only because of the room and not because he became blind.
He didn't want to get up, but he knew he had to.
As he slowly came to his senses, he could smell a horrible stench hang around in the room, bad enough to make him gag, and he felt the mudlike ground beneath him.
'Great,' he thought, 'I'll never wash this stench out of my fur.'
He finally, although in a quite unbalanced manner, stood up and looked around.
Aside from that one star in the sky and its reflection in the water, it was like he was in an obsidian black box.
He started walking in the direction of the star.
He felt a chill run up from his paw all the way up to his shoulders as he put it in the water not even three steps away from him.
How deep the water was he knew not, but he had to continue. He needed to get out if there.
As he went further and further into the water, the deeper and deeper it became. The flit grimaced at the thought of having to wash himself for hours to get whatever this stench was out of his fur.
He felt like a block of ice floating in a freezing ocean. Wet, cold, alone.
He was swimming for what seemed like an hour when he could safely say that he was closer to the white dot. His feet didn't touch any kind of ground since he so he could have a bit of a rest.
As he swam towards the dot in the sky, a feeling of dread suddenly accompanied his exhaustion.
Something touched his leg.
Gasping, he almost managed to swallow some water as he pulled away his leg from where he thought the thing was.
'It was just some kelp, probably,' he thought, 'it must've been some kelp...'
He swam faster faster, in case it wasn't that.
Some time later, and the shiny, white dot seemed to be a bit closer again. He sighed in relief, though he feared he might not make it because of how tired he was.
A bad feeling made its way into his chest, something similar to being nervous, yet it felt somewhat... off. Uncomfortable.
Something touched his leg again. This time though it grabbed him.
The flit yelped and tried swimming away, but the thing wouldn't let go. He barely felt it because of how cold he was, but he felt it was almost like... kelp? He didn't have time to think of it as it was trying to pull him under the water.
The more he flailed, the more kelplike things grabbed him.
He was above, then under, then above the surface again, swallowing more and more of the dark, murky water he was in.
This is it, he thought. He gave out another desperate cry, barely managing to keep his head above the water.
It grabbed his leg tight.
And with a yank, the flit disappeared into the dark, black abyss.
The white dot in the sky blinked, then it vanished.
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