Day 5

by AcidicClown

Summary:

“My panic’s at the ceiling, but I’m face down on the carpet.”
Quivering | Dream Journal | *Phobia*

Notes:

Guess who fell asleep before they could post this :/
Enjoy more slop lol

While awaiting the next reset.
Nobody noticed as the dust settled on the floors and corners of the communication office shifted and warped into tiny copies of 6320. No one noticed as a small dash 1 was completed. No one noticed as a small spider skittered away from where the dash one once sat.

Being dragged through the vortex of time and space is a lot less uncomfortable than one would expect. Sure, it is quite jarring at first when you're not expecting it. But once it happens over and over again you get used to it.

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A spider climbs on the wall in front of him. Again, where do the things keep coming from? Harley reaches down, opening his desk drawer, intending to search for something to squish it with.
...
Is that..?
"Is the floor...moving?"
...
Oh. Oh shit. Spiders
Hundreds- no, thousands all crawling over one another, completely covering the floor.
"Fuck."

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 2 of Whumptober/Angstober 2025