As Jet landed on the roof, the colourless continued to stare. Then they began walking somewhere, as if leading Jet, to a place that Jet hadn't seen before. They led him down a passageway into a seemingly normal looking apartment room except of course that it was underground. It had posters, a bed, and a chest of drawers - about all you'd need in an apartment. And everything was so vibrant, so colourful, that it was painful to look at... colour was painful to look at... Jet had enough experience to know how to trust his gut. And because his gut said run, that is in fact what he did. Later, if asked to describe it he would say that it felt like he was slipping. As if it were trying to convince him colour was too much to handle. As if colour were the true enemy. Which was obviously wrong.
this Jet is me this is not @Splatoon_Gamer10 as some people might happen to think lol im sorry my oc is also jet ;-; go read the prologue and chapter one they're in the studio this one's shorter cause it says enough to be significant in the story
