He was buried alive, once. Well, he was buried while dead, technically. No one thought he would come back to life. But he did, and being under the ground surrounded by darkness and crushed on all sides by six feet of earth was enough to give him bad dreams for a long time.
But that was something. That was rough dirt and suffocating and he was still aware of his limbs. This is something that goes on for an eternity, nothing and everything, and he will never be able to dig himself out, no matter how much he tears at it. It will eat him forever. It will eat, and eat, and eat, and eat--
Robin wakes in the middle of his own fitful thrashing, halfway tangled in blankets, gasping like he hasn't breathed in minutes. He anxiously shoves everything away from himself, confused about why his clothes are still on, when he shoves into a heavy body and suddenly remembers that he's on Vincent's couch in Vincent's apartment, and that he had fallen asleep next to...
He looks over, suddenly hoping that it is Phalanx, paranoia already turning them into a dozen other far-worse things in his mind.
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But that was something. That was rough dirt and suffocating and he was still aware of his limbs. This is something that goes on for an eternity, nothing and everything, and he will never be able to dig himself out, no matter how much he tears at it. It will eat him forever. It will eat, and eat, and eat, and eat--
Robin wakes in the middle of his own fitful thrashing, halfway tangled in blankets, gasping like he hasn't breathed in minutes. He anxiously shoves everything away from himself, confused about why his clothes are still on, when he shoves into a heavy body and suddenly remembers that he's on Vincent's couch in Vincent's apartment, and that he had fallen asleep next to...
He looks over, suddenly hoping that it is Phalanx, paranoia already turning them into a dozen other far-worse things in his mind.