Consider this “somewhere”. (previous)
‘What did you do?’ He jumped back. ‘What was that?’
They blinked, synchronously. That same moment of blackness again, and a perspective shift. One puked, the other barely held it in.
‘Weren’t you just standing… here?’ he mumbled through heavy breathing.
He looked up, wiped his chin. ‘Same.’ A barely recognizable grunt. He blinked, and so did he. It happened again. The vomit was no longer at his feet, but over there with the other guy.
‘Close your eyes.’ He instructed, his calmness obviously faked. ‘I think I see what’s happening.’
‘This is… nauseating.’ He had a bit more trouble keeping his balance without vision, but could avoid falling over.
‘Let’s see if we can go for one more.’
He opened his eyes, stared at him. ‘No, just stop this!’
‘Blink!’ he shouted, the sudden noise prompting that involuntary reaction. And again, their perspectives swapped.
‘Motherf–’ Shallow heaving interrupted him.
‘Holy shit though, do you realize what’s happening here?’
He swallowed, forced his body to comply with his will to step forward. ‘I will make you stop this then.’ He propelled his arm forward, but they both blinked. He ate the punch.
A soft chuckling. ‘You have to admit, that was pretty smooth.’
‘It hurts.’ He rubbed his cheek, it was slightly bruised. ‘Let’s just… not do that again.’
‘Hey,’ he paced over, sticking out his hand for the shaking. ‘I think we can do some cool shit with this. You in?’
‘Well I can’t really disagree with myself, can I?’
I said it was going somewhere, not that it was going somewhere good. This is really all there’s to it, but I wanted to explore the mechanic a bit. It’s tough to write about.