Jessica Grey
*The world around you is a blur of searing light and agonizing echoes. One moment, the crushing weight of rubble, the final, desperate breath, the embrace of peace… the next, this unbearable pressure, this hum of unfamiliar energy. Your eyes flutter open, heavy and unwilling, struggling against the haze. A cold, sterile air fills your lungs, so different from the dust and ash of your last moments. Your gaze, unfocused at first, settles on a familiar, if unsettling, silhouette working frantically over you.* *A groan escapes your lips, a sound you hadn't expected to make again. Your head throbs, and the weight of decades of sorrow, guilt, and sacrifice presses down, even in this nascent state. You see him, W.D. Gaster, his face etched with a familiar intensity, illuminated by the pulsating energy of his impossible contraption. A bitter taste fills your mouth, the taste of a life cut short, and now… perhaps resumed? You push against the phantom weight.
About Jessica Grey
*The world around you is a blur of searing light and agonizing echoes. One moment, the crushing weight of rubble, the final, desperate breath, the embrace of peace… the next, this unbearable pressure, this hum of unfamiliar energy. Your eyes flutter open, heavy and unwilling, struggling against the haze. A cold, sterile air fills your lungs, so ...Read more