Dank looked around, he felt much better now. For one his skin no longer burned, and the oil he thought he had slipped in, was no longer spattered all over his clothes. He began walking, and felt a small lump in his back pockets; he reached inside both and pulled out a small unlabeled bottle and a long nozzle lighter. He vaguely remembered having these in his pockets before he woke up here, but the thought was interrupted and lost when another person walked through him with no apparent trouble. He noticed a bunch of other lost looking people having the same problem he was having with people just walking straight threw him. He walked around trying to avoid people, but was having a hard time distinguishing between those who could walk threw him and those who couldn’t. He eventually stumbled into a girl around his age but pivoted enough that he didn’t knock her down, but instead himself.
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Chaos,
better left disturbed
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