Alien feelings cascade over Ken as he sinks further into NonExistence, powerlessly plummeting to meet his fate. The feeling of despair accompanied by helplessness had been dominant among them as his mind races, trying desperately to find a way out.
I͕̞t̪̲̣͕͍̖̟ ̹w͕̥̞̳̰a̺̦̞̣͎s̰͎͓̜̮̬ ͓̫̼̫̜̺̯i͍͉͈͓̼͔ͅm̘͎̝po̼̙͉̙s͍͕͎̣͉̯s͔̞̩ib̺le͎̞͙̙̲.̫̮̠͓̳̤̼
Below him, tendrils of PT snap and squirm around another violet warp. By now the scene was horrifyingly familiar; he would fall into a pool of PT and find himself falling toward another. Again and again, the only difference was the growing size and ferocity of the withering tendrils.
"̶͍̹G̭̗ot̩͕ta̗̗͎̙͔͕ be… a way out.”
His voice was distorted and he couldn’t tell if he was actually using his voice or thinking it. Maybe it was both? Ken’s senses were all but foreign to him at this point.
The tendrils below finally catch and envelop him and begin to tear him apart. Ken would have screamed but he realized he had been rendered incapable.
"̭͍͓̲̠̻̹I̟̪͘ş̯͖̣̞͟ ͝҉̤̞͙̬͈̫̹t͏̴̢̩͕ḩ̥̰̺͍͓̪̮̰e̯̺̯͇̟͟r̦̻̲͙̟̯͖ͅe̸̜̲̺͈̞͎̜͢ a way?”
His thoughts inquired frantically as he felt himself falling apart at the seams, he feared the process would drive him mad. It was probably designed to do so Ken had assumed. He wondered how many other ‘Surfers before him suffered this fate.
"This c̀́̕a̶̶͡n͡͝'́t͟ ͞be͏̸... how it e̴̴n̛͘͝d̶̨̛͟͝s̵̨̢͠ for m̲͚͎̮̪͙̗̜̼̯̥̝̗̳̙̣̦̞̬͜͞ę̼̻̮̥̣̩̫͇̀͢͢͠..."
A wave of calm washed over Ken and he forced the ghost of a smile.
"Heh."
“Y’know… I think I had a pretty good r͘u̷̧ǹ̸."͝
Memories from his past began to play like a black-and-white slideshow in his mind's eye.
The good.
The great.
And the really
fuckin' great.
"I can be happy with that."
Maybe this won't be so bad.
