[6] Action for Violet/Everywhere [Fourth Wall Event]

[lieutenantantichrist]

[Blake is in his apartment minding his own business when there's a flash of light.]

When it fades, nothing seems different for a minute. All's normal and as it should be, everything in its place. After a second, it sinks in. There's something that's been out of place for months, and all of a sudden the feeling of nakedness is gone.]

[He pats his side, and there's the good, reassuring weight of his gun, right where it should be. He takes it out to give it a look over, and it's exactly as he remembers it. He puts it back and feels more himself than he has since he got to this damn place.]

[That's when he notices there's a lot of strange noises outside.]

[Blake opens the door and steps out.]

[He takes a good look at around.]

[He thinks it over.]

Nope.

[He turns around to go back inside.]

Comments

[lieutenantantichrist]

[a little frustration wiggles its way through the wall of denial, and for a second Blake looks more himself]

You need a date to fit through the door?

[weatheredwheel]

[Well, it explained itself as clearly as it could. Maybe that's what it's called.]

Yes! And it can look like this or not!

[Arceus lifts one of its front legs for a moment. It's hard to gesture to yourself without arms. Really, even a mosquito will be appreciated.]

[lieutenantantichrist]

[The thing looks like it's gesturing to itself, so maybe it wants something four-legged. Blake isn't sure he follows, but he does what any reasonable person would when stumped. He takes out a ball so he can ask a plant.]

[When the Chikorita emerges, it quirps curiously and runs in little circles around the deer-monster's legs.]

[Blake watches, bemused.]

Well I don't know what I thought that would accomplish.

[weatheredwheel]

[Arceus prances in place, careful to avoid hitting the ceiling again, because wow oh boy it's never seen this thing before!]

Hello! You're like my bloom chil...

[What seeps into the room isn't a weight, no, it's a feeling. A quickened pace of the heart that nothing's as it was left. Everything's pulling away, twist, fraying, rending. Miles apart, strewn, nothing whole and the pieces act as one, snowy winds in deserts--

Arceus falls through the door. Or, more correctly, is pulled in, and the pressure vanishes with it. Goodbye, Blake. God has left you.]

[lieutenantantichrist]

Are you going to do something or wh-

[Gravity turns inside out.]

[Whatever it is, it goes on forever and for less than a second.]

[When Blake can see straight again, all he sees is an empty apartment with an open door and a Chikorita standing in the middle.]

[He rubs his head.]

You follow any of that, Billy Bob?

[The Chikorita chirps. Doesn't really answer the question.]

Nah. That didn't happen. Couldn't've.

[He nods firmly.]

[A bit of plaster dust sprinkles down on him from the ceiling.]