O'Malley hadn't expected to be taken out of this world. After all, others had made it pretty apparent that it wasn't possible to go back to where you came from. So why was he taken away? Why did he get snatched from the pretty girl that he was sharing a den with? The golden man hadn't come to terms with the anxiety that had befallen him. Instead he was left with being returned to a world that had seemingly no mercy for its inhabitants. Sore muscles greeted him as he tried to get up, his large body laying back down in the soft powder with a thud.

Honey eyes looked around to see if anyone had heard his arrival as he fell from god knows where. Guess this wasn't going to be his best day ever after all. And now he was forced to deal with the fact that he might get taken away again, forever losing the possible friendships he might eventually gain. So what was the point then in making connections? Especially when you were just going to lose them. It felt suddenly like his heart had shrunk a thousand times too small, hiding it away within a dark chamber of oppression. But still allowing the charade of glowing happiness and carefree attitude that was his usual persona. But how long could he keep it up?


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