[If only the wraiths could be pushed back. Sunny didn’t necessarily wish them to be hurt, but he did want them to stop following him around. It was like his nightmares had blossomed into a grotesque reality… and he had thought death might be the worst of it. Nope, scary specters coming out of nowhere took the cake.
The teen brushed some semblance of dirt? Dust? Something from his shorts, an effort to calm his nerves further. He gave a few more empathetic nods. He… seemed alright?
But what to do about the wraiths? They were just floating… a strangely concrete distance away from them. Not coming closer, but always following if he moved.]
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The teen brushed some semblance of dirt? Dust? Something from his shorts, an effort to calm his nerves further. He gave a few more empathetic nods. He… seemed alright?
But what to do about the wraiths? They were just floating… a strangely concrete distance away from them. Not coming closer, but always following if he moved.]