> I ran my car into Twilight's house... > by ThereIsNo4thWall > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- > The universe is a troll... > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Hello, my name's Kevin Wright, and I...Well...I just crashed my car into Twilight's house... In my defense, I could have sworn there was still plenty of road ahead of me before the universe went insane! I suppose I should rewind just a bit. I'm only monologuing my thoughts to myself like this so I can actually pull myself out of shock and figure out what the heck I should do. Plus it's tons of fun, and helps me actually focus in some weird way. ANYWAY, back to the point. What feels like a few minutes ago, I had been driving down a road I wasn't familiar with. I was horribly lost, but my natural nervousness with talking to people, the fact that there was, and still is, a horrible storm going on, and the fact that it was near midnight at the time, all worked together to ensure I wasn't about to even TRY to pull my car over and find someone to ask for help. My plan, if you could have called it that, was just to wait for the road to open up to SOME sort of store so I could hurry up and change direction. It is, or was Wednesday, which is when I have my weekly hanging out with my two best friends all day sort of thing, and I was feeling pretty bold with my driving for once. I was fairly certain I could save some time going down a different road than normal, thinking it would cut past the section that's under construction and-okay seriously why is THIS what I'm focusing my thoughts on? Is it the familiarity of the whole thing, or do I just become incredibly dull under stress? Maybe it's the mild sleep deprivation making me too tired to even mentally narrate properly? At any rate, my point is, the storm was getting pretty bad, and I mean REALLY bad. There were flashes of lightning almost constantly, and thunder booming so loud I wasn't even playing any remixed and/or fan made MLP music in my car. It was also raining so much that the windshield wipers weren't doing a darn thing to change my sight, and I was starting to wonder why I was even using them. I had never driven through a storm like this before, which I could have sworn was just a light rain when I decided to take a new path home, and I was honestly completely terrified. Unfortunately for me, the fabric of the universe was going for a new record with how absolutely freaked out I could be in one night, and before I could even think of the phrase, “this can't possibly get any worse”, or some other version of the popular line, lightning started striking the ground all around me. I'm not going to lie, I slammed my eyes shut, covered my ears with one shoulder and one hand, and started screaming. My brain's attempt at assuming the fetal position while driving, I suppose. Storms sorta freak me the heck out at half the strength this one was at, and combined with my rising nervousness of being lost, I guess my brain just snapped. I tried to hit the brakes as fast as I thought I could without possibly losing control of the car, and after a few seconds, my hearing and sight slowly came back to me. Well, that or I relaxed enough to open my eyes and uncover my ears, I'm honestly not sure which. I took a moment to look around while slowly switching my foot back to the gas pedal, and began picking up speed again. After a solid minute of no more lightning or thunder, and the rain beginning to lighten up, I started to relax enough to thank the universe for letting me survive through what I had only seconds ago believed would be the cause of my death, and then… Then the universe decided to set it's trolling level to over nine thousand, and another great big blast of lightning hit the road right in front of me, and I went right back to my half driving, half fetal position form. I was so freaked out that I couldn’t even get myself to scream, which allowed me to notice the lack of expected thunder. Instead there was silence for a few seconds, and then a really weird, sort of semi-musical sound, started playing. Honestly, it made me think of the MLP:FiM theme song… If played backwards, while someone scratched their nails on a chalkboard. I opened my eyes to see an almost blinding series of colorful flashes, and then everything turned back to normal. Well, except for the fact that the car was now slightly diagonal, no longer on a road, and, oh yeah, FALLING FORWARDS TOWARDS A GIANT TREE!!! At this point, my brain threw out any attempt of proper driving, and I went full on fetal position mode, screaming as I heard the sounds of metal crashing into wood, and hoping that nothing would break through the windshield and kill me. Once the screeching noises of possible death finally stopped, and I realized the storm and my screaming were the only sounds remaining, I pulled myself out of the fetal position. Apparently the car had maintained the semi-diagonal position, because I almost fell forward out of my seat. Thank goodness for seat belts I guess. That all happened a few seconds ago, or a few minutes ago, I’m not sure. I've been sticking my legs out against the floorboards in an attempt to keep myself in my seat, and idly noticing that the lights, radio, engine, and stuff were dead. I will say that this mental recap has helped calm my nerves some, so perhaps now I'll actually get out of this car. Oh, and once I'm out, I should probably go and move Spike away from the front of my car, so that if it ever rolls forward or something in the near future, it won't hit him. Yeah, that right there, seeing a figure sleeping in a tiny bed in front of my car, and slowly realizing it looks exactly like Spike from my favorite cartoon show, and also noticing that despite crashing into a tree, I’m inside of a house. THAT is why I'm thinking I crashed into Twilight Sparkle's library tree house thing. The fact that I'm probably crazy has not been lost on me, I assure you, but I'm shoving it into a corner for now. I'll have a nice panic attack over my obvious mental break down later, but first I'm going to move the human child, or baby dragon, or possible hallucination, away from my car before the universe decides to troll any more. With a plan in mind, I put the car in park, set the parking break, get my keys out, and try not to facepalm at the fact that none of that actually means anything now. I manually unlock and open my door, and now for the fun part. I unbuckle my seat bel-OH GOSH I DIDN’T THINK I’D BE FALLING THIS WAY! QUICK, DIVE OUT THE DOOR! OKAY WOODEN FLOORS ARE NOT COMFORTABLE! WHY DIDN’T I THINK THIS THROUGH?! Okay. Okay. Okay. Get back up, come on, I can do it. Good. Okay so I'm back on my feet, now to grab the kid/dragon/possible figment of my imagination, and get it somewhere safe. Also, let’s all try really hard to not think about how it slept through me crashing into its room. My arms were about half a foot away from what I was still seeing as a sleeping baby dragon, when suddenly the door behind me slammed open. I heard a gasp, and turned towards the source to see an angry Twilight Sparkle. It was easy to see her in the dark since her horn was glowing, but I still didn't notice the angry look on her face until after she shouted something along the lines of “GET AWAY FROM HIM!” Most of my brain had shut down in confusion at this point, though I think a small part of me thought that I should apologize. Before I could do or say anything however, the glowing around her horn sharply increased, and a purple, pinkish blast of magic hit me in the face. At which point I was promptly sent flying back onto the top of my car. As I slowly rolled off my car and began to lose consciousness, the oddest thing happened. I heard laughter. I mean, the kind of prerecorded laughter you often hear on old sitcoms… Since this will most likely be my last thought for the night... I just wanna say something about today... Jerk move universe... Jerk move... > Midnight Interrogation > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- I woke up in a daze and with a killer headache; my body’s usual way of letting me know that remaining conscious without a few more hours of sleep would be a grave mistake. My first instinct was to roll over onto my stomach and bury my face in my pillow until sleep returned. This plan was foiled by the fact that my arms and legs were all asleep, which was annoying enough to prompt me to open my eyes in an attempt to understand how exactly that happened. Light viciously attacked my eyes the second they opened, causing me to close them immediately, and then give a few rapid blinks in a feeble attempt to stop the light’s cruel assault. I groaned as I attempted to rub my eyes, only to find that my arms were still asleep, and had abandoned my eyes to their futile war against the horrible light. As I forced myself to try to see despite the pain, I noticed a few things. Some were simple facts; like that my glasses were off, as they should have been. Some were a little embarrassing, like the fact that I had drooled on my shirt in my sleep, which I thought I had stopped doing years ago. Others were more alarming… Such as the fact that my arms were trapped in metal cuffs, there was a metal helmet on my head, and I was stuck in an uncomfortable position where I was sitting on my legs. Oh, also, I have no idea where I am, either. Eeyup. Despite the headache and painful light, this was all met with an odd kind of passive acceptance. There’s a strange zen that Just-Waking-Up Me occasionally possesses, where scary or threatening things are nothing more than mild annoyances, and where the strange and bizarre are shrugged off as insignificant. I suppose another way of saying it would be, “Too tired to care” Despite my situation, my only real worry was about how I was supposed to get back to sleep like this. Instead of questioning or freaking out about why I wasn’t in my bed in my room, I focused on my current discomfort. I was about to try to pull my hands out of the cuffs, which I had just realized might be possible due to their oddly large size, but before I could actually do that however, a voice caught my attention. “Oh good, you're awake. Can you talk?” The voice registered as familiar, though I couldn’t place who it was, or even where it was coming from. Instead of the logical response, which I imagine would be for me to have a completely understandable freak out over the odd situation I was in, or to at least ask where the nearest bed was, I just gave a slow nod. “Well then, maybe you can answer some questions for me.” Despite my barely conscious mental state, I knew that wasn’t a question. I was familiar enough with that kind of tone to recognize anger disguised as politeness. Still, I failed to be properly worried, and instead squinted as I attempted to locate the speaker so I could give her a piece of my mind. The small, barely awake piece, which would only allow questions to be answered so long as a bed would be provided afterwards. I failed to locate a proper source however, aside from the blurry browns and grays of the walls and machines respectively; there was only a lavender blob, which was too small to be the source of whoever was in charge. At least, that’s what I thought at first. The blob quickly took several steps towards me, coming more into focus with every step. I felt my morning zen begin to fade away as the shock of what I was seeing got my thoughts racing, but before I could seriously contemplate the implications of a furious Twilight Sparkle inches away from my face, she spoke, all previous politeness gone. “Who are you, WHAT are you, and WHY did you use that… THING, to DESTROY MY HOUSE?!” The seconds ticked by as she remained possibly three inches away from my face. Her eyes were narrowed, her jaw was clenched, and her mane was disheveled, while I was leaning my head back as far as possible to create some space, and otherwise too frozen to even blink. My mind was divided as one half attempted to piece together what exactly was going on (as well as how I had gotten into this situation in the first place), while the other half proceeded to scream internally. Desperate to give some kind of answer, I forced myself to try to speak through my confusion and panic. “Uuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhmmm…” I felt my panic increase just a bit as I realized I failed to accurately answer her questions, or even say anything resembling proper English. Surprisingly, Twilight seemed more confused than angry by my failed attempt, and took a step back. “What?” Twilight’s response did a lot to help decrease my panic, as I realized I might just have another chance to explain myself. Taking a deep breath, I took a second before trying to speak again. “Uh, Uuhm. I uh, I don’t know? I mean, uh, I’m Kevin, and uh, I’m a human, and uh, I don’t really know what’s going on, or how I ended up crashing my car last night, and ever since the crash things have gotten really weird, and right now I’m seeing a lavender unicorn, and I’m not quite sure what’s going on?” My words tumbled out my mouth in a desperate attempt to signal my confusion to the being before me, and I watched Twilight give two slow blinks as she processed my response. “What’s going on is that you DESTROYED MY HOUSE with that thing of yours, and I’m trying to figure out WHY!” Twilight’s anger seemed to return in force, but thankfully it seemed to be less of the ‘I’m going to destroy you’ kind of anger from before, and a bit more of the ‘I’m don’t want to deal with this right now’ kind of anger, though the yelling didn’t help my headache any. Realizing I had another chance to explain myself, I did my best to ignore the impossible situation I was in, and instead focused on trying to convince whoever or whatever was actually before me that I was innocent. “Uh, okay. Uhm. It was an accident. I really, REALLY don’t know how any of it happened. I mean, just seconds before I hit your house I was on the ground, and driving down a road with no buildings in sight. The lightning certainly freaked me out enough that it could have caused me to drive off the road, but even then the ground was nearly the same level as the road on both sides, so it still wouldn’t explain how I was suddenly in the air and-Okay could you please introduce yourself because I’m still kind of freaking out here and I have no idea who you are!” I nearly shouted the last part as my attempts to remain calm failed me for a second. I knew what I was seeing, and I remembered what I saw yesterday, but the more logical part of me was screaming that clearly this was all some sort of stress induced hallucination. If I could get a name, and I mean a normal, human name, then that’d prove that theory, and I could then calmly state what I was seeing again (since apparently it didn’t get noticed the first time) and ask for her to call an ambulance. “Oh, uh, I’m Twilight. Twilight Sparkle.” I felt my hope for normality die as she introduced herself, though at the same time I felt relieved to notice that her anger seemed to be fading more and more as I did my best to sound as nonthreatening and confused as possible, a task that was incredibly easy to perform considering the circumstances. “So, you really don’t know how you crashed through my house, and the whole thing was an accident?” At this question, I immediately gave a few quick nods. “Correct. I swear I’d never cause anything like that intentionally.” I said, smiling slightly as I realized I had successfully talked myself out of a hostile situation. Feeling rather bold from my success, and also still really uncomfortable with my current position, I decided to test my luck. "Uh, now that we've cleared that up, is there any chance you could let me out of these cuffs? I kind of can't feel my arms... Or legs." "Oh! Of course." Twilight said, suddenly unable to keep eye contact with me as she levitated the helmet off and did whatever it was that caused the cuffs to open up. Once I was free to move, I promptly fell to the floor to my left, slowly rolling away from the machine and onto my back as I straightened my limbs. "Uh, are you okay?" Twilight asked, concern and confusion in her voice. I couldn't see her clearly anymore now that I was over a foot away, and I gave a small smile as I nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine; I'm just waiting to get feeling in my limbs again. Hey uh, why I was set up to that machine in the first place?" I asked as I stared at the device in question. "Well, after my brother's wedding there have been a few changeling attacks on Ponyville and other towns. One occasionally turns into something scary or powerful and attempts to terrorize the town or attack my friends and I. They've been too disorganized to be much of a threat, but when you crashed into my house, and I saw you standing over Spike, I assumed you were another changeling about to attack. However, once my spell knocked you out and you didn't change back, I realized you were something else. I still didn't know your intentions, or even what you were, so I levitated you to the basement so I could do some research." I slowly rose so that I was sitting up as she spoke, trying my best to stay awake, which was quickly becoming more difficult. "Okay.. Hey wait, that didn't answer my question." I said with a yawn. "I mean, I understand I'm in here because you were doing research, but why was I stuck to the machine? I don't think anything was attached to me aside from the helmet..." My voice trailed off as I thought of an answer almost immediately after asking my question. "Oh, wait! I get it, I think. That part has to do with the whole me being potentially dangerous thing, right? Keeping me stuck to the machine in case I turned out to be a huge jerk." I chuckled a bit at my own explanation, and then yawned again. Apparently now that I didn't appear to be in any imminent danger, or have my limbs feeling dead, my body was reasserting its desire for me to sleep. Despite the blurriness I saw Twilight nod, and shortly after that she began talking to me. Unfortunately none of it processed, as shortly after I had finished speaking my desire to sleep took over. I'm not sure when it happened, but at some point I laid back down, rolled further away onto my stomach, and passed out. My arms under my head as a makeshift pillow. I could hear Twilight calling my name, but for some reason I only muttered a short "goodnight" before ignoring her and immediately losing consciousness. > Accepting The Impossible > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- I'm not sure how long I had been asleep, but I woke up feeling great. No more headache, and I could feel my legs, and my arms got feeling back into them only seconds after I unfolded them and rolled onto my back. Oh gosh! The light's still on! IT BURNS! I nearly groaned a complaint against my little brother for turning on the light in our room after he woke up, but then I realized that my bed felt an awful lot like a wooden floor... I slowly sat up, trying to be as quiet as possible while my brain recovered the details of the night before and my apparent automatic shut down. Apparently my body had decided that sleep was more important than holding a conversation with Twilight about... Whatever we were discussing. If I wasn't used to occasionally passing out in the middle of a video game or a conversation whenever I've gone too long without sleep, this would probably freak me out, but thankfully, I just found it annoying. Which is good, because I'm going to need all my freak out energy focused on the whole thinking I'm in Equestria thing. I gave a hurried look around. I didn't see any movement or hear anything that would signify someone else being awake in here, so I scooted to one of the machines that looked like it could support me while I leaned against it. I wanted to be comfortable while I tried to figure everything out. I may have sounded eerily calm at this point, but trust me, I wasn't. I could feel the panic rising up, a tidal wave in the back of my mind that was building and building as it made its way to the front. Soon it would consume any rational thinking, and I'd likely begin a proper mental breakdown. Questioning everything repeatedly, ignoring answers, and possibly breaking things in some vain attempt to shatter whatever 'illusion' I thought my brain was making for me. Sure, at the moment I was just leaning against a metal box and idly drumming my fingers on the ground, but that's because the panic hadn't taken control yet. I had a chance, just one chance, to logically figure out what to do and move forward, before whatever sense of composure I was given left me completely. So without any further delay, I went to work. Now, I'm not sure what it's like for other people, when they go inside their head and give various metaphorical concepts to symbolize their brain. Mine is often a series of rooms, with the most important one being a big control panel where one brain cell acts upon the orders of whatever the majority decrees. I credit my more idiotic actions to one of the stupid brain cells refusing to follow orders and hijacking the control room for themselves. Other times it is like a court room, with various arguments presented by various versions of me in suits, shouting objection while making up points and counter points whilst a judge prevents it from being derailed into nonsense. Right now was more of the latter, though we also had another guy with a large marker board. It would be his job to write the various theories I could come up with, while the other halves of my brain argued about each point's credibility. "Okay, we don't have long before the mob of panic strikes, unless we have a solid plan of how to act before then, we'll have no choice but to give in to their demands." The judge me spoke, wearing a black robe as he slammed a small brightly colored gavel onto his desk, the gavel making squeaking noises like some kind of doggy toy. Yes folks, he's the one in charge of keeping order... I know, we're likely doomed, but just hear him out. "Without further delay," The judge continued, ceasing his meaningless gavel banging, "Intelligence, what are your current theories?" With that, the one with the marker board, who wore the old classical science coat and for some reason larger glasses, held up the board to reveal three theories. 1. We crashed the car during the storm right after that last lightning bolt. Everything else has been the result of us being in a coma due to the crash. 2. We crashed our car, and received some type of brain damage. We're likely awake at this moment, but we've lost all sense of reason and are currently experiencing vivid audio and visual hallucinations. 3. We're really in Equestria? I mean, it's possible I guess? "Objection!" The first lawyer said, slamming his hands onto the desk before pointing dramatically. "We can't be in a coma. Everything we've experienced has been too real. We've always been unsure of our conscious state when genuinely dreaming, but we've always known what actual consciousness has felt like, even when we've suffered from sleep deprivation. We've also fallen asleep and felt pain during our time here. Clearly we aren't in a coma. "OBJECTION! The second lawyer shouted, slamming his fists onto his desk, not bothering to point at all. "We've NEVER been in a coma, and have NO idea what it would feel like. We've never even researched them before! Comas could quite possibly feel just as real as real life, we'd have no way of knowing! None of the usual rules, such as not being able to feel pain or read, could apply in this current situation, and we'd have no way of knowing!" At this, the first lawyer was silent. Staring at his shoes as if the answer would be written there. "That's it?" The judge asked, sounding rather annoyed. "You're telling me the answer to the first theory is: Maybe... All that desk slamming, and we've basically reached the conclusion of I don't flipping know!" This caused the second lawyer to stare at his shoes too, before both of them gave a weak nod. In response, Intelligence placed a question mark in front of the number one. "Very well then, second point." The judge demanded, prompting the first lawyer to look up, a mere fraction of his earlier energy returning. "Uhm, well. Uh... If we are only experiencing vivid hallucinations, then we'd still at least partially be affected by the real world, correct? Yet we've heard nothing that wound be out of place in Twilight's house, neither have we felt any strange forces of pressure that one would expect if we were being restrained in some hospital somewhere while they tried to get ready for whatever surgery could fix us, so... I don't think we're simply hallucinating." "You say these things, as if one could not be so caught up in the false world around them as to become unable to feel or hear the real world. We could have gotten up out of bed and ended up being restrained back into it without us knowing. I mean really, we already tend to go inside our head when thinking of serious issues enough to ignore a great deal of the real world, what's to say we can't go even further, especially if our brain has been damaged in some way." "OH MY GOSH!" The judge suddenly shouted, rising out of his chair. "Are you telling me again that we don't flipping know!" There was a moment of silence for a second, before both the lawyers nodded meekly. "AND LET ME GUESS: We don't know about the third topic either!" This earned the judge a weak smile from both the lawyers as they gave a small shrug. "I mean, honestly I doubt we can be in an entirely new world or dimension or whatever. The whole idea sounds ridiculous. There have never been any real mention of humans running into alternate dimensions or other worlds and such like this. Such things are only in the realm of fiction. As awesome as being in Equestria would be, it just shouldn't be possible." "Well yeah, but we watched tons of cartoons and anime like that as a kid, the ones where some random every day kid ends up somehow traveling to some strange fantasy land where they have awesome adventures and occasionally obtain super powers. Sure all of those things are only in fiction, but how many times have we gone around our neighborhood growing up, just waiting for such a thing to happen to us? Heck, even now we still wait for some random magic portal to appear whenever some strong storm hits or anything particularly weird happens at home. I know we believe it to be impossible, but after how long we've spent hoping for such a thing, should we really discard the idea now that we finally have reason to believe it's happened?" "Order. Order." The judge said in a deadpan tone, giving the gavel a few weak smacks against the desk. "No monologing about childhood dreams. Thanks for basically making us undecided on all three points though. That's a real help." As the judge finished speaking, the courtroom began to rumble, while a sound like several voices speaking at the same time, yet saying different things, surrounded the room. "Oh, great. The Mob of Madness is here. GOOD JOB GUYS! WE DIDN'T FIX ANYTHING!" The judge rose out of his chair again, the gavel nearly flying out of his hand at how quickly he threw them up in a mix of anger and despair. "I may be able to help." Intelligence spoke, his voice demanding attention despite its calm tone. "However, first we need to decide on an important issue: If this really is Equestria, would we be content staying here now, or would we wish to find some way to get back to Earth?" Whether it was the question itself, or the calm intensity with which Intelligence asked it, the rumbling stopped, and the judge sat back down. "No." The two lawyers spoke in unison. Even if this truly is Equestria, we don't wish to stay here, at least not like this. As awesome as it would be to be there, we still have a few loose ends at home. For one, we can't have our best friends and younger siblings thinking we're dead. Also, we've made a deal with one of our best friends, David, that in the event of one of us reaching such a place, we'd immediately try to find a way to contact the other, so that way neither of us ended up going on such an adventure and discovering such a thing as other worlds while leaving the other to deal with regular life under the belief that we had died. Finding a way back home is top priority." The lawyers spoke to the judge, who in turn gave a grim nod towards Intelligence, who gave a smirk as he dramatically adjusted his glasses. "Then we have nothing more to discuss. If we're in a coma, then our best chance of waking up from it would be to get back home. In all the fiction we've observed, doing something to leave the world created by the coma was the only way to wake up from it. If we're hallucinating, there really isn't anything we can do. Either we'll die, or something will be done to fix us. So long as we don't ignore any sudden familiar voices from home, we should be fine. If we're really in Equestria, we'd still wish to contact home while enjoying our time here. therefore, this is our plan: Act like we're really in Equestria, say nothing of the cartoon, and politely yet assertively request that a way back home be found for us. So long as we continue to make progress towards getting back home, we have nothing to fear. Either the world around us will become more and more insane as it attempts to keep us here, at which point we'll know it isn't real, or we'll simply get back home and wake up, or receive confirmation that this was all real." "Wait, so that's it?" The judge asked, a hint of his earlier annoyance in his voice. "All of this intense mental focus and near insanity, and the answer is basically keep calm and carry on?" Intelligence nodded. "What about how TABLE FLIPPING IMPOSSIBLE all of this should be! We should be freaking out! We should be freaking out about EVERYTHING!" The judge's voice boomed, sounding frantic for a second, as Intelligence simply straightened his tie. "Panic is counter productive towards both survival and happiness in all three situations. We shall remain calm. We have no logical reason to panic. We shall find answers soon enough. Until then, we shall relax while figuring out a way back home at our earliest possible convenience." At this, the judge disappeared, and so did Intelligence, as I dismantled the mental court room and turned my focus back to the world around me and the basement I was in. The pressure in the back of my head, and my desire to panic, were both gone now. I felt a little odd, like I wasn't reacting properly to the situation. Some small part of me still desired to freak out, but it was easily silenced, and with a sigh, I got back on my feet. Operation keep calm and carry on is go! Either I'm in a coma and I get to enjoy an insanely vivid dream before returning home, or I'm actually in Equestria and... I felt a sudden desire to squee build inside me. I could REALLY be in Equestria! This is so AWESOME! I thought, yelling inside my head as I genuinely gave a loud squee of excitement before making my way up the stairs. I was determined to enjoy this while it lasted, I would not give in to despair or worry, possible coma or no, I had a plan that worked for almost every problem I could think of, and I wasn't about to squander whatever time I could have in Equestria, real or not. I couldn't help but give a huge grin as I reached the top of the stairs, feeling like I was on top of the world. At least until I then hit my head on the ceiling, which hurt quite a bit. "Gee, thanks world." I muttered to... Well... No one in particular. "Here I am having just slain my desire to panic, and you attempt to give me brain damage. Real nice." I joked, giving a short chuckle as I made my way to the door at the end of the short hallway that the stairs had led me to, being extra sure to hunch over a bit to avoid another head injury.