(Hey guys, I'm back, haven't done any GTS/SM stories in a LOOOOONG time, Oh well, I'm back :])
The last thing Rik remembered was being on that "luxury cruise" that was destined for somewhere he couldn't pronounce. It was supposed to be all safe and fun, at least, that's how he remembered it. The rooms and food were great, Especially that weird purple drink that was "wine." It didn't taste like wine though. Probably something like cough syrup. Whatever it was, it made him dizzy...
Rik opened his eyes slowly and groaned, lifting his head up off of what felt like a sand pile. He looked around at the water and the beach around him. Clearly, he either fell off or shipwrecked somewhere. Otherwise, there was no explanation. Whatever had happened, Rik felt a panic coming on as he kept his hand to an anxious chest, thinking he might be stuck here forever.
"Oh no, Oh God please no." Rik buried his face in his hands, letting his blond hair flow over them as he sniffled. He felt alone, scared, and with that, he fell onto his side and fell into a much-needed rest.
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