[ It appears one day, without the warning. The strange rift in their wall, right by the wartable. It wasn't there, and then they return from a hunt and it's just... there.
It pulsates. It emanates a weird glow, and drifting particles like spore. It looks... somewhere between plant matter and flesh.
To call it weird would be an understatement.
And it happens fast, then. Before they can even think to call Cas or begin research, the strange tear in their wall pulses, glows. Strange sounds emerge, like faraway screams, and then pressure erupts outwards, like a blast wave, scattering papers and tossing chairs, before immediately being sucked inwards.
When it's all over, Sam who was standing closer to the rift, is no where to be seen, and the wall is smooth.
But standing right there is a child of perhaps 12 years, a little girl in a dirty, bloodied pink dress with a blue, much too large jacket. Her nose is bleeding heavily, so are her ears, and her wide brown eyes are wet with tears. Her hair is shorn short.
And then her eyes roll back and she folds in on herself, crumples like a puppet whose strings were cut, out like a light. ]
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It pulsates. It emanates a weird glow, and drifting particles like spore. It looks... somewhere between plant matter and flesh.
To call it weird would be an understatement.
And it happens fast, then. Before they can even think to call Cas or begin research, the strange tear in their wall pulses, glows. Strange sounds emerge, like faraway screams, and then pressure erupts outwards, like a blast wave, scattering papers and tossing chairs, before immediately being sucked inwards.
When it's all over, Sam who was standing closer to the rift, is no where to be seen, and the wall is smooth.
But standing right there is a child of perhaps 12 years, a little girl in a dirty, bloodied pink dress with a blue, much too large jacket. Her nose is bleeding heavily, so are her ears, and her wide brown eyes are wet with tears. Her hair is shorn short.
And then her eyes roll back and she folds in on herself, crumples like a puppet whose strings were cut, out like a light. ]