Before Arthur knew it, he crashed the van. The impact was enough to knock him out. Not to mention the exhaustion he felt from hours of driving. His body couldn't fight back the motions of being pulled through the broken windshield.
He was slowly regaining himself from the shock. A few groans of pain were let out, he could feel something tugging at his shirt, dragging him somewhere.
The blonde was fighting to keep his eyes open. He traced the vision of a dark suit with skeleton ribs. Arthur jolted awake once he realized who it was, letting out a scream of terror.
"I-It's you! T-t-the-"
He was stumbling over his words, trying form a sentence. It was a step up from being speechless.
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