Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24748329-20170612210656/@comment-27070860-20170830143103

"GAH! What are you!?" the rabbit stared at the outline of who she presumed was fade. It certainly didn't look like her anymore, but they didn't have any other idea of what this creature could be.

They watched Fade (maybe a ghost-version of Fade? Or was it some sort of monster meant to look like Fade, to trick the rabbit?). Fade’s lips were moving but the rabbit couldn't make out anything. It felt like someone clogged up her ears with water.

With wide eyes, the rodent made a ball out of the paper and threw it at the other (which was meaningless, seeing as it went right through the presumably-ghost-Fade) and they ran, just wishing for an exit.

This was all too much- a bloody pencil, bitten leg, and now-

Now it hit the rabbit that they had no paper to write on.

They cursed at themselves for being stupid, for even thinking about 'writing'. But suddenly that's all they could think about. After a few more minutes of running, the rabbit had to stop, taking the blunt pencil, which was now covered in blood, and writing on one of the walls. The large, empty, maze walls.

They wrote and wrote and wrote- because what else was there to do- the wall was blank, the whole maze was blank, when it shouldn't be blank. Walls aren’t meant to be blank, nothing should be blank. A blank mind is as good as a blank wall, completely and utterly useless.

Why was it blank? Now Kat had to fill it all in.

There wasn't any 'want' for an exit anymore, the rabbit didn't 'want' to find the right path right now- because these blank walls suddenly turned deadlier than the hunger, thirst and pain they'll have to go through if they don't find an exit.

Suddenly it became the rabbit’s job to finish decorating the wall with meaningless words, to fill in ALL the walls, because that’s all that mattered.

Everything sounded muffled, inaudible, but who really cares when there are empty walls to decorate?