Heather lied down in her abyss. The static around her flowed naturally, fading out about ten feet away. She was calm. In the past weeks, she had grown almost fond of her ever-present static. Lost in the noise, unfocused, she almost didn't realize the overwhelming red consuming her static. Now focused on the flowing crimson, Heather turned to where the source seemed to be. As she turned, she was greeted by a somewhat familiar pale man seeming to be in his early 20's. He seemed to be fairly average, until she realized his attire was composed entirely of red and black. He obviously wasn't very focused on having a friendly appearance. She simply started at him for a moment, until he began to speak.
"Fuck."
Heather almost laughed at his introduction, realizing he wasn't a man of many words. She stood up from her previous resting spot, attempting to feel the aura the man had surrounding him. As she stepped into it, she hurt cried fell broke was overwhelmed. A drip of pink fell from her screen before she took a step back. His aura was overwhelmingly negative, overwhelmingly red. She emulated a breath before beginning to speak.
"Hello?" she greeted, not fully expecting an answer from the man.
"Who are you?" was the only response she was given. She might as well answer truthfully.
Lucidity
