[ti]solo[/ti] Lost & Found

The shadow stared at him. And he stared back. Something was familiar about this thing. Something he couldn't quite comprehend. It looked at him. And yet, it felt like a million eyes were on him. Stifling and all-consuming. Eyes that stared into his very soul.

Something wasn't right.

The room was dark. A swirling void that no light could breach. And yet, Nephilim noticed none of it. He continued to stare at the shadow he couldn't understand.

Y̶̧̮̯͈̠͌̈́̀̆͜ò̵̰̾̔̑ͅụ̵̌̄͌̾͒̈́̈͝ ̸̙͙̞̭̺̻͕̬̘̪͑a̴̢̠̫͇͎͔̝̟̫̪̩̥͛͐͒ͅr̷̨͖̠͕̤̰̙̠̋͂̿̓̈́̌̓̅e̷̡̖̳̦͕̗̻̞̥̣̥̣͇̒̇̂̍̌͊͑́͐́͊͠ ̵̗͚̭̻̮͖͈̰̮̳̼̍̏̂́̈́͒͒̈́͘ͅh̷͙̟̭̲͐̂̀̃͐ẹ̶͉̦̕͘͠r̴͓̞̯̙͙̟̎̉̈́͌̕ͅȇ̸̲͈̭͎̳̼̭̈́̇͂͊̈

"Who... are you?" He found himself questioning. Trying to hide his growing fear and unease. The feeling of eyes on him never left. In fact. They felt more oppressive. More volatile.

Ỵ̵̟̠͕͙͍̥̉̓̋̎̓̓́͆͝͝ơ̸̢̰̠̼͓̤̥͇̜͕̭͑̍̈̆u̴̺̬̞̹̥͎͚͉̻̯̥͐̽̌́̋̏͗͌̌̄ ̷̢͔̦̠̞̝̙̖͙̮̍̚̚ͅḱ̴̼̝͋n̶̹̟̞͇͈̥̱̲̭̻̔̓̏̍̉͒͊̕̚ͅo̶̩͌w̴̛̤̲̠̑̾̈́̃̋̈́̆̈́̃ ̸̯͗̔̎̉̍̕w̸̢̧̻̳͕͓̲̺͔̮̰͆̉̈́̂̇̾͋͑̉́̕͘͜͝h̷̢͍̥̺̫̯͗̍̀̈̒̔̕o̶̱̥̘̙̞̲͓͖̐ͅ ̵̦̣̾̍͑̾̆̌̓͌̚͝Ȉ̴̞̘̹̩̑̒͗̃̄̕͘ ̶̩̜͇̇̌̌̐̈a̶̢̬̩͔͈̻̱̰̎m̸̛̔̀̇͌͜

The shadows condensed and warped. Shifted into who or what the creature was. It took a familiar shape. One that filled him with dread.

F̷̧̨̺͇̙̭̐͌̋̚I̴̯͈͇͓̣͓̓̓̊̔́̂N̵̟̭̤̰͖̽̈́͌̀͊̚D̶̨̨̞̼̹̜̞̳̯̳̙͎́ ̸̡̛̮̣͇̩̙̲̹̻̅͛̈́̒͗̂̀̓̇͛̌̂ͅẄ̶̧͖̘͙͔͔̹̟̗͇́̾͜Ḩ̶̙̹̘͉̻͝A̵̻̤͍̭͉̝̺̘̣͙͈͊̃T̸̨̛̯̪̞͓̥̬͆͂͒͂͒́̄̋͋̔̋ ̵̭̪̻̠́͐̀͂̌Y̵̰̗̠͕̥̼̙̩͍̠̐̂͗́͗̋͒͗̓̏Ȍ̵̢̢͓̜͈̗͓̘͈͓͙͎͇̺̤́̆͊͊̀͌͒͌͗̕͝͝Ȕ̵̜̞̜̔͂̔̎ ̶̧̢̩͙̰͔̫̯̩̫̖̱͈͉͍̆̿̀̔̔̆̾̉̄̉̋̎L̶̢̘͍̙̰͔͎̓̇̅̃̓͛̇̅͘͠Â̶̞̤̲̝̱̌̄̑̒̂̒͆́̉͝͝C̵̘̠̥̠̟̲̞̬̯̊͐̄̒̀̈̀̽̄̓̑̐͊͝K̵̙̺͖̪͔̣̆̀̽̓̃́̚͝

It uttered. Everywhere and yet nowhere. In his head and from without. He found himself clutching his head as the words grew more violent. The whispers are knife-cutting through what sanity he had left.

He cracked open an eye. Seeing the shadow take on his avatar's form. As his breathing grew labored. He found himself standing once again. He too was in his avatar's form. As he found himself reaching out to the shadow. The mirror of himself. Yet not.

F̸͖͎̩̥̥̏̌͗̂͂̀̚̚͠Ḭ̸̳̠̯̞̳͒̈N̷͉̠̲̲͉͍͉̩̟̓͆̍̒͗͗͘͜D̴̢̰͈̣̲̼͎̪̭̈́̒̏̓͗͂̚ ̷̢̨̞̻̥͓̭͖̘̫͂͒̏̅͆͝W̵̭̺͔̽̾̂̍̋̀͗́̇̋̚H̶̢̪̞͕͚̞͓̭̪̥̥̗̆̏A̸̮̣̬̍̎̏̀̎͛̏̿̈́͐̂͝T̷̢̨̡̯̹͔͉̩̜̞̥̜̤̈́̄͆̔̉͛͛̈́̍̂͌̓̋͂ ̸̧̫̰͇̊̽̾̓̌͒͑̀̕̚Y̷̪͍̒̈́͛̆͑͂̀̓̃̿͛̚Ơ̵̱̜̋̏͒͌͌̉̕͜U̴͙̥̱̱̩̎ ̸̳̱̼̙̓̅̀̏̂͑͌̾͋̕L̵̛͔̗͖͓͙̐͗̿̈́̎͗͂̆͌́͊͘O̶̦̼͓̙͚͈̮̙̯͊́͌͜͝S̵̼̠̩̰̩͇̩͙͇̙̏̈̊͂͗̄͛̕̚̚͠͝͝T̵̢͖̺͚̼̗̈͆͂̈̏̏̇͋̾̆̈̚͝͠

As his pulse quickened and the shadows consolidated. The blaring voices came to a crescendo as he feebly reached out to the shadow. As a bright light encompassed the space between them. He felt himself lose his sense of self.

Only to open his eyes to an empty void. The corruption zone. And yet there was no longer any door. <Are you okay?> Squeaked the tiny simian. Its expression one of abject worry. "Wukong... you're okay..."

<"Of course!"> It said chipperly with a smile.

<"So! Did you find what you lost?">

Eyes widening in shock and horror, he went to react. Only for a searing pain to burn throughout his being. As the voices came back in full force.

And he WHITED OUT.

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