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Splitpersonality stepped off the front porch and his foot landed on the paved walkway leading off into the darkness. But there was nothing supporting the paved walkway... and he began falling.... falling toward a bright, horrifying light that seemed to be miles beneath him as he fell into the abyss....
He screamed, arms flailing, trying to grab onto something, but there was nothing...
He fell for what seemed like forever... the light seemed to be getting brighter.... but he suddenly saw his own reflection streaking towards him, and then he smashed into it.
The mirror shattered, and his flesh was ripped to pieces... the glass exploding into shards, ripping into his skin. He fell further.... not even slowing down. The tiny shards of glass began to bore into his skin, carving his body to pieces from the inside out. He screamed, and a swarm of mosquitoes escaped from his mouth, and so he started choking. The kept coming.... it was horrible. Then he smashed into another reflection of himself.
This time it was not a mirror, but the surface of a reflecting pool of salt and acid.... strangely thin enough to be considered a mist... like an atmosphere, not a true ocean. Split's body burned in agony from the acid, and the salt ripped through his wounds.
Further and further he fell.
He could feel it getting hotter and hotter, as he fell through the salt acid fog. When he landed, it was in a lake of fire.... and he sank like a rock, while the swarm of insects continued to pour out of his mouth, and the shards of glass ripped him apart from the inside.
He could feel clawed, bony hands gripping him, covering his mouth... he couldn't see anything, as his eyeballs had been melted away. He felt the terrible jaws of fanged demons sinking into his bloody flesh, and he felt his limbs being torn clean off of his body. He couldn't struggle... he couldn't breathe.... and he was boiling and cooking.... somehow, remaining conscious the entire time.
He tried to wake up from the nightmare, but he could not. It was too real.... more real than anything he had ever experienced before.
The pain and the agony and the surreal got to Split's brain.... and his mind snapped. While he was being tormented, all the pleasant thoughts of his life escaped from his mind... all he could think about was the pain.
He heard screaming.... but he was too far gone to realize it was coming from himself.