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[indent][color=d3d3d3][sub][color=dimgray]Ivy was sat at the head of a beautiful red oak table that had been lacquered and engraved with ornamental floral pieces. Her feet dangled from the chair unable to touch the floor, while her studious hands went chirping with enthusiasm on the latest illustration, she had in front of her. The sound of a tea kettle warming up was muffled by the sizzling of freshly cut bacon, the whisking of egg yolk by a deft hand equipped with simply a fork, and the jumping of the toaster revealing crisp brown striations on a now brown piece of white. It was an early morning, a vision of her father sat next to her indomitable in presence, face obscured by the hefty pages of newspaper. The print on the pages swirled and shifted creating new sentences and words that she was too unaware to notice. Her mother in an apron working away at the stove with her face obscured by the sun bleeding in through an open window in the kitchen. 

[b][color=black]“⊑⍜⍙ ⏃⍀⟒ ⊬⍜⎍ ⏁⍜⎅⏃⊬ ⟟⎐⊬?”[/color][/b]

What could only be described as static, frayed through her brain, yet not impeding her from doodling. Both newspaper and her father shuttered like a damaged VHS tape. 

[b][color=black]“⏁⊑⟒ ⌇⍜⎎⏁ ☊⎍⌇⊑⟟⍜⋏ ⏚⍀⍜☍⟒ ⏁⊑⟒ ⋔⏃⋏'⌇ ⎎⏃⌰⌰?”[/color][/b]

This time her mother turned with a plate of fresh food that was at one second eggs, bacon, and toast, now just a stack of pancakes from her own shutter. Ivy paid no attention to anything but the doodle, relentlessly scrawling away like a woman possessed. The kettle began to hiss louder and more angry in its pitch. Finally snapping young Ivy out of her daze to a paper covered in black crayon with the word [i]Oblivion[/i] outlined in white. 

Her eyes snapped open, she was in pitch black. The ringing in her ears wasn’t from a tea kettle, but the fallout from the explosion she had no recollection of. Pain seared through her body as if she had been branded and tortured for a millennia. With what little she could make out directly in front of her she studied her body to no avail. Her skin and clothes had still be perfectly intact, no blood, no bruises, no dirt. Her stomach violently churned like a cream to make butter, expelling vomit that splattered what was left of the turf in front of her. The back of her palm sufficed as a temporary napkin, but when she pulled away the periphery of her eyes noticed something strange. Her vomit wasn’t the standard pink to orange hue nor did it smell rancid from the cocktail of food and bile. Instead, it was purely black and more vicious akin to an ink-like consistency. 

With her teeth and lips now stained with a heavy charcoal tint, she forced herself up, still hearing the ringing echoing through her ears. Sheer grit pushed her through the worst of it, sweat poured from her forehead absorbing the light bouncing off of Jacks phone onto the little globules. It looked like their wishes of toppling the establishment had bore fruit, way before the expected demolition date. Reeling from her mental and physical exhaustion, she still had no memory of what happened after opening the book, aside from chaos. Perhaps it was a curious case of wrong place wrong time, still, the president needed to be just that, the Commander in Chief. The ringing instantly was sucked out of the vacuum of her ear canal, allowing the shouting of Jack to finally pierce her head. She was right, whatever happened was bad and they needed to get out yesterday. 

Ivy looked around to see if anyone had landed near her, no chance. The closest was Hanna who had unknowingly put herself in harms way by drying stray tears from Ivy’s face. [color=black][b]“I have the keys!”[/b][/color] Her voice strained and hoarse, [color=black][b]“We need to get to the car ASAP!”[/b][/color] Legs feeling like pudding, she pushed her way to ivy, fighting invisible sand undertow. [color=black][b]“Hanna, get up, we need to go, now”[/b][/color] hobbling to her best friend with hopes she was still alive. 
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