It was dark. Pitch black dark, even. Pitch black, musty, suffocating blackness everywhere he turned - not even his own hand could be seen in front of his face. At first he thought it was simply because of the blow to the head, and any moment now his eyes would start working properly, but as the moments dragged on the darkness actually felt like it was trying to smother him.

"Is anybody out there? Help!"

Nothing. Alone. Trapped. Dark. It was as if he was on some freaky cultish list or something; removed from the plot and imprisoned and forgotten about...

"No, wait."

Huh? Way to ruin an internal monologue there, guy...

"Sorry!"

OzBat struggled to an upright position, and pulled his big black velvet lined cape up from over his head.

"Silly me! No wonder I couldn't see anything!"

The imp looked around in wonderment. "hey! Where is everybody? Bet they've all lost interest and gone off to do something else, like have ice cream!"

And at that, OzBat floated up off the ground and dusted himself off, and drifted down the hallway in search of some excitement.

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