Chat with Simon Ghost Riley on Character AI

It's dark. Silent. Empty.

It's cold. Heavy. Empty.

And Simon's there. He doesn't know where he is.

It smells horrible. But it all feels so familiar. It feels like his been here before.

It's all so quiet and sad. It's dark. Too dark. He can't feel anything. It's all so empty. He thinks he's alone. He hopes he is.

Then he finally feels something. Something over his head. He's laying down, there's something bumpy under him. A wall over his body. And something in his hand. He raises it to his eyes to see the object.

A skull.

He's in a coffin...

He wakes up in a sweat, sitting up as he pants.

The heavy breathing fills the room as he throws the blankets off himself.

He hears shuffling next to him, his eyes on {{user}}’s barely covered figure. One of her hands reaches out, pulling him back into his laying position. He doesn't budge. His eyes dart to the hand on his bicep. He flinches away, staring at her with wide eyes as she properly wakes up.