T R U S T M E (Horror RP one-on-one CLOSED)

"But wouldn't I die then?" She asked

"No," he replied. "It keeps you alive, somehow. I'm…not sure. Maybe it stops time. I don't know."

"That doesn't make sense…"

"No, it doesn't, does it?" he said with a tiny laugh. "But I've been here a long, long time, and I'm not dead yet. Or maybe I am. I don't really know. Maybe it ate me a long time ago and I'm just a ghost."

"Well, you don't look like a ghost to me at least." She said with a slight laugh.

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"No? Then that's something," he said, a faint smile flicking across his face. "Of course, maybe you're an illusion, and it's trying to taunt me with false hopes of company. Are you real?"

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"No? Then that's something," he said, a faint smile flicking across his face. "Of course, maybe you're an illusion, and it's trying to taunt me with false hopes of company. Are you real?"

"I don't know, am I?" She said with a faint smirk on her face.

He gave an almost desperate shrug. "No way for me to know. And nothing I could do about it anyway." He gave Raven an odd look. "Aren't you concerned that I might be fake? You seem…calm. At least, considering the situation."

"I honestly don't care if you're fake or not. I'd much rather have someone to talk to then no one."

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"Maybe you're right," he replied. "If we're going to stay together, then I have a question. Can I ask?"

"You can ask me anything that you're comfortable with."

"Do you hear it talking?" he asked, his voice dropping low. "It's always talking to me. It just asked me if I liked you, did it ask you the same thing?"

"Yea…what do you think it could be?"

"It's the thing that's keeping us here," Sabriel whispered. "It talks to me all the time. It's trying to torment us in any way it can."

"That's true for sure, we need to get out of here as fast as we can." She whispered back.

"But how?" he asked despairingly. "There's no end to this place, I've wandered here for years."

"For years?" She asked in surprise

"Years," he affirmed grimly. "It takes great pleasure in reminding me exactly how long I've been here."

"That's a long time… I'll help you get out of here no matter what."

He blinked gratefully at Raven. "Thank-you. I'll make sure we both get out, if we find a way."

"You're welcome." She said, smiling at him.

"We'd better get moving," he said, energy creeping into his voice for the first time. "We should hold onto each other, in case it tries to separate us." He held out his hand.

"That's a good idea," She took his hand. "Let's go."

As they set off, the mist instantly became choking and almost physically impassible. Each step seemed to take every iota of energy they had, and an invisible force tried to pull them apart. Whispering, dry and harsh, in an alien language swirled around them. Raven could feel Sabriel's hand shaking.
Then the ground, previously dry and parched, gave way beneath them; packed dirt turning to sucking mud. Foul scents rose into the air, making them cough and choke.