Fizzymagic's Big Adventure
As Fizzy proceeds towards the tunnel junction, he steps on something strange. He pauses, lifting his foot and shining his flashlight down. Fizzy squints. Is that... a pen? He reaches and picks it up, testing the ink on his arm. It's purple -- clearly, jimbexleyspeed's pen. But why would he have dropped it in this tunnel when he went the other direction? Had he been coming after Fizzy?
Growing concerned, Fizzy tucks the pen away and walks faster. "jimbexleyspeed! Can you hear me? Where are you?" There's no reply. Instead, Fizzy's foot now slips in something wet. A smear of dark red glistens in the yellow glow of Fizzy's flashlight. "JIMBEXLEYSPEED?! ARE YOU OK?!"
Heart racing, Fizzy quickens his pace, no longer worrying about whether he'll bump his head but just trying to find his geofriend and get out of this cramped tunnel as soon as possible. Ah -- the junction! But to Fizzy's dismay, all he discovers is jbs' flashlight lying on the ground, illuminating the adjacent wall, freshly covered in long streaks that trail downwards into a deep pool of red.
As Fizzy stares and tries to make sense of the scene before him, he hears the sound of ragged breathing and raspy scraping slowly approaching from the tunnel fork that jimbexleyspeed had taken. In a quavering voice, Fizzy calls out, hoping against hope, "jimbexleyspeed, is that you.....?" The noises only grow louder, and as Fizzy closes his eyes and turns off his flashlight, he wishes he had stayed with Yofa at the car. Folding origami would have been so fun...
Growing concerned, Fizzy tucks the pen away and walks faster. "jimbexleyspeed! Can you hear me? Where are you?" There's no reply. Instead, Fizzy's foot now slips in something wet. A smear of dark red glistens in the yellow glow of Fizzy's flashlight. "JIMBEXLEYSPEED?! ARE YOU OK?!"
Heart racing, Fizzy quickens his pace, no longer worrying about whether he'll bump his head but just trying to find his geofriend and get out of this cramped tunnel as soon as possible. Ah -- the junction! But to Fizzy's dismay, all he discovers is jbs' flashlight lying on the ground, illuminating the adjacent wall, freshly covered in long streaks that trail downwards into a deep pool of red.
As Fizzy stares and tries to make sense of the scene before him, he hears the sound of ragged breathing and raspy scraping slowly approaching from the tunnel fork that jimbexleyspeed had taken. In a quavering voice, Fizzy calls out, hoping against hope, "jimbexleyspeed, is that you.....?" The noises only grow louder, and as Fizzy closes his eyes and turns off his flashlight, he wishes he had stayed with Yofa at the car. Folding origami would have been so fun...
