(Huzzah, finally not alone! Though, now I'm faced with the issue of the passage of time skipping, as I have a feeling I'll be asleep for a long time if I actually rest for seven to eight hours. Err, lets just say that a time skip took place between the people in the town and everyone else, hmmm?)
Town
Propman woke up to his cramped bedroom, atop his very large, yet most comfortable bed. He glanced around, spotting the familiar mocha-brown walls that bordered each side, as well as the large white area in the room from a patched hole that had never been repainted. Looking at the feet of his bed, he noticed two forms resting on his bed, glancing at him with two sets of eager eyes. The first, a small golden retriever with a black mark present on its snout, glanced at him with an eager expression. The second dog was an odd mixed canine, possessing the broad head of a terrier with a hinged jaw, an egg-shaped body with a white and brown coat, four thin, disproportionately long legs, and a curly tail, the latter most which was waging in anticipation. Both of them expected a morning walk.
"Hah, am I glad to see you, dogs!" Propman jumped out of bed and hastily reached for his hat, placed on a chessboard repurposed into a night stand, while also reaching for a navy blue robe to place over his tee shirt and pajamas. He stormed down the staircase with a loud hop, his two dogs trailing behind them, now panting in excitement. A look out the window showed it was snowing. "Better wear me coat today!"
The young man placed a leather biker's jacket over his shoulders for extra heat, and then proceeded to slip on his boots. He reached around the coat rack for a leash to place upon the mixed dog, until he came across a familiar red strap. "Hold still mate, ya know you need this in order to get a walk!" exclaimed Propman as the two dogs started to nip at one another, something they did almost every time he brought the leash out. After wrestling with both for a moment, Propman finally got the leash around the dog's neck, and was ready to move out of the front door.
The brass knob felt cool on his palms as he grasped onto it and pulled, the door giving way with minimal force once he took out the lock. What met him outside as he instinctively leaped out however was not a winter wonderland, but a dark void. Both he and his dogs plunged downward, lower, lower, and lower-
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