ANIMATIC - PAST AB

*Animatic sat solemnly in a dark room. Their eyes have adapted to the darkness of this room at this point; still barely seeing anything but knowing their way around the square box that they've trapped themselves into. They could very well escape, but they won't; it's likely that they're refusing to leave until they seek something new. Their arms wrapped around their knees, their circle body pressed into a corner.* *They don't know how many days they've been in here now, but everyday makes them feel more and more like a ticking time bomb ready to explode.* :: ' ... ' *Their silence did nothing to sooth them. The silence was loud.* *They could hear their own thoughts screaming at this point; it felt like absolute insanity. Animatics eyes felt dry like they haven't blunk in forever and they weren't sure if they could get any moisture to remove the dryness.*