SHINING WORLD ; a panfandom tropical roleplay

[After a half-hour of nothing but tossing and turning, Fletcher pulls himself out of bed and strolls outside. Nothing seemed peculiar at first, but peering his tired eyes out in front of him, there appeared to be dark figures making their way toward to porch. It didn't take him long to realize how unfriendly and...sick they looked. Almost like the people from Xenotime...the people they had been slowly poisoning during their research. But, that was over now, wasn't it? They were getting closer...

Without a second thought he takes off, but where could he possibly go on this island? Where could he hide? Heart racing, fear running through his mind, he kept running until he tripped, falling to the ground with the unfriendly groaning behind him growing louder. Where? He wished one of his friends were around, but he knew no one was coming. They were smart to stay away, he couldn't blame them. At this point, his grasp on reality was quickly slipping, and everything around him looked distorted and twisted. Turning his head, he let out a bloodcurdling scream as hands reached down for him...]

[Early in the morning, back on the beach he arrived on, Fletcher had been tending to a small, loose plant he'd come across on the ground. It looked like it was dying, and losing its greenery color. He could've sworn there was a garden at the mansion, so how did the poor dying plant get there?

After a few hours he's drifted off to sleep on the beach without knowing it, and you might notice a strange drawing near the sleeping, and exhausted boy, with the plant in the center of it if you happen to come by.]