Laying there on the ground a male, sprawled out in a rather twisted position, was in a heap over a raise int he ground. Groaning his hands flexed as he twisted and rolled to lay over his stomach before pushing himself up. Standing he wobbled and looked around pulling his hood up to hide his face in shadows, his hands then went to rub his own neck as he looked around. Moments prior he had been sitting in his sister's room, watching her because she had a nightmare. Looking around he realized the chair had fallen too... Wait... Blinking he turned around and looked at the broken wooden chair. He remembered sinking in a jerked movement and when he and the chair hit he rolled off smacking into something. Groaning he rubbed his neck more before hearing a gross creak, his body froze a bit as he listened. A clicking rattle with a weird crunch sounded. Wincing he made a face as a scraping of something came closer.<br/><br/>Standing still he tried to piece together what was going on, and yet he was unable to figure out what the bleached white was from. Though when his eyes adjusted he couldn't help but blink. In the shadows was what looked like a professor's teaching skeleton, though seeing a hand move in the weird luminescence he snickered. It flipped someone off. Wait... It moved... And flipped someone off... That was not right. Though the smile made him back up. How the hell could it smile? Was this some bad dream mixed with Army of Darkness? It had to be. If so he was in the Pit. Though where was the water and spiked walls? Or even better where was his Boom Stick, the Gauntlet, or the chainsaw? Or the awesome Roller-coaster of Death?<br/><br/>Almeroth decided to rub this creature a Deaditte, even if it didn't look as corny as the ones from the movie. Though the weird noise made him wince more, then he noticed it was reaching for something and he waited but then paled. He knew what that was. Backing up he held up his hands, shaking his head, it was funny till the Deadite pulled out the torch. Backing away Almeroth bit his lip and jumped back as it lunged making the torch spit at him. The heat made him whimper. His heart rate sped and sped, his hands where shaky and he was having a hard time focussing. When he heard the new words he growled and snapped out of his trance long enough to run AT the Deadite and punched its head. Skeletons were not his fear, it was fire. Watching its head spin he grinned and took off running. Using adrenalin to fuel him to move fast. Where was he? And how did he get here?