Escaping the void [plot]

trigger warning for isolation. Most of the post centers around it and if you're uncomfortable, or triggered by it, please do not read. You've been warned <3

He was unstable. Reality was a thing of the past, the one he used to know tearing at him, making him glitch and pulling at every seam, and trying to rip him to shreds… but still he persisted. Somehow, his body was still intact, despite being pulled at, with every fiber of this broken and deleted universe. why him? Why now?

He desperately wanted answers. He so badly wanted this hell to stop. But how? He couldn't move. He could ‘swim’ but that only loved him a little bit before she was yanked back by his shirt, or the legs of his pants… What did he do to deserve this hell?

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He was not himself. He wasn’t Marshal. No he was something completely different, stuck in a void, where he was no longer aware of time or space. ….He occasionally saw little portals open, and people look in, only to close them immediately.

….Did they not see him? Was he not….? He wanted to cry. He hated looking through a ‘glass’ for some semblance of human interaction.

There were times when a portal would open near him, his finger was close… and he would try to swim towards it, only to be harshly repelled. He couldn't sleep. He felt tired, but there was no way for him to know when it was time to ‘sleep’. Oddly enough, he didn't seem to need it. He didn't know if he was going mad from sleep or from staring at the same black void.

He cried so many times, begging for someone to come, begging to be released. He couldn’t do it anymore. He used to pray, but who was he to pray to? There surely wasn’t a fucking god here. And if he was here, he was surely laughing at his agony. Humans weren't supposed to experience this–... He was so tired… so…. so tired. He was left here, while the rest of his timeline was erased. He was alone. He wanted a hug. A kiss. A hug.... Something, anything to say he wasn’t alone.

Finally… He was able to close his eyes. However as soon as he did, ready for this pain to end…

He felt himself being sucked into a portal. He wanted to open his eyes but found that they were glued shut… When he finally reached his destination he… Felt that same tearing ripping universeexcept…. Less so. He could feel the glitches and lines lessen, his hands slowly calming themselves. He stood up and slowly stumbled towards…. A river?

He leaned over the water way, coming to find out he managed to land in a forested area. He raises his hands to his face, tracing his jaw and looking himself in his green eyes… His dark skin.... his bright freckles. Everything was... was still intact, his curls looked the same as… however long ago he had done them. He was a normal black man. He was… normal. He reaches his hand into the water and eagerly drinks, feeling the weight…

…Gravity. He wasn't used to….

He suddenly felt his vision fade, before he… fainted into the stream, managing to roll himself onto his back so he didn't drown.

However if he didn't roll onto his back, it would have been fine. You had seen everything, from the point of where when he rushed to the water to the moment he lost consciousness. Obviously you couldn't leave him there….

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not going to lie, this is a revamped old plot I forgot I had! I actually adore role-playing as the character (Marshal), and I'm actually looking for an RP again!(However my schedule is kind for hectic, so I apologize if I disappear- please spam me if I don't respond within a day.). If you're interested feel free to DM me!