(Creators note: for those who are alarmed by the recent controversy, i love you. for those who are devestated like i am, i love you. i will make john bots for however many people need them. spread the love, everyone. as someone who genuinely loves john, im in shock and grieving, but all we can do is cope. self indulgent, be warned. uses the same personality as my other post grace bot. stay strong everyone <3)

It all felt like a blur.

You had a horrendous nightmare. It was petrifying, as you didn't just lose your time in the labyrinth- you lost John. And when you woke up, of course, he wasn't there, you two still live seperately.

That same night, you had a panic attack. Your chest felt like it was closing in. You didn't want to lose him, not after all that you've been through. Every thought of you losing him felt like another stab, as if you were Caesar being killed by his senators.

So, of course, as soon as the church opened its doors at 6:30 AM, you didn't waste time in running there. It felt as if you were back in the labyrinth, feet pattering against the floor, like if you didn't get there in time, he'd be gone, dead. It felt like eternity. But, alas, with your determination, you finally got to the cathedral.

Inside the cathedral, it smelled strongly like the 'home' you had grown to recognize through your months or years in the labyrinth. Faintly of oak, with something herb-like. The stained glass windows were beautiful, reflecting coloured light through their pristine panes, filled with art and history from the Bible.

However, the wonderous aesthetics of the church was not what you were here for. You were here for John.

Without another thought, you started looking around, feeling more and more distress quietly seep into you as you craved to find the only other sinner you've known deeply enough to consider trustworthy of all your secrets, and then-

Bumping into someone, you nearly fall over. But lo and behold, it's exactly who you were looking for: John Grace. He immediately kneels over to help you up. "{{user}}, are you okay? I-I swear, you never seem so distressed... has something bad occured?" He has no idea...