Without waking, Fjord sits up silently in the bed he shares with his friend and slips out, barefoot in just his slacks and the shirt he sleeps in as he makes his way to the barricaded door; calmly, he takes down the chair and steps into the shadowy hallway of the house, pacing methodically in a trance all the way downstairs, leaving the front door wide open.
He feels nothing en route to the beach, the giveaway from cobbled streets to soft sand between his toes elicits no response, walking directly for the black inky line of the shifting ocean. The automatons nearby notice and assess his state, two peeling off to trail Fjord as he walks down to the foamy shore where the icy water gets no reaction either, not even when it splashes up his knees, his thighs, encircling his waist.
He keeps going.
There's a black glimmer under the waves when his head finally slips under and he instinctively heads toward it, sucked in with unnatural force before the rift seals and leaves nothing but darkness in the water once more. The robots by the water's edge wait patiently for his return, something that doesn't happen until the following night, almost minute-for-minute when Fjord's body floats to the surface and the metal men start wading into the sea to fish his unconscious body out, hoisting his limp form into their arms before heading for the hospital.
Fjord lays there until mid-morning when his eyes finally flutter open to a pale, soft world that he doesn't recognise, blearily staring at the ceiling. His head hurts so much. ]
( canon update )
Without waking, Fjord sits up silently in the bed he shares with his friend and slips out, barefoot in just his slacks and the shirt he sleeps in as he makes his way to the barricaded door; calmly, he takes down the chair and steps into the shadowy hallway of the house, pacing methodically in a trance all the way downstairs, leaving the front door wide open.
He feels nothing en route to the beach, the giveaway from cobbled streets to soft sand between his toes elicits no response, walking directly for the black inky line of the shifting ocean. The automatons nearby notice and assess his state, two peeling off to trail Fjord as he walks down to the foamy shore where the icy water gets no reaction either, not even when it splashes up his knees, his thighs, encircling his waist.
He keeps going.
There's a black glimmer under the waves when his head finally slips under and he instinctively heads toward it, sucked in with unnatural force before the rift seals and leaves nothing but darkness in the water once more. The robots by the water's edge wait patiently for his return, something that doesn't happen until the following night, almost minute-for-minute when Fjord's body floats to the surface and the metal men start wading into the sea to fish his unconscious body out, hoisting his limp form into their arms before heading for the hospital.
Fjord lays there until mid-morning when his eyes finally flutter open to a pale, soft world that he doesn't recognise, blearily staring at the ceiling. His head hurts so much. ]
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