[As Izuku tears the rope from the ceiling, the entire landscape cracks, sound grinding to a painful halt like a record that's gotten stuck in its player, an mp3 frozen on one beat, screeching and screeching and screeching.
Eventually the crack gives way, stray pixels disappearing into nothingness as Sayori's bedroom disappears into the void and bursts of color and light and noise begin to fill the gap. She takes deep, wheezing breaths, taking in as much air as she can through a bruised windpipe, and her grip on Izuku's hand is so tight it's painful.
She makes a noise that might be the beginning of a word, but she can't yet. It hurts and she just has to breathe.]
cw: asphyxiation
Eventually the crack gives way, stray pixels disappearing into nothingness as Sayori's bedroom disappears into the void and bursts of color and light and noise begin to fill the gap. She takes deep, wheezing breaths, taking in as much air as she can through a bruised windpipe, and her grip on Izuku's hand is so tight it's painful.
She makes a noise that might be the beginning of a word, but she can't yet. It hurts and she just has to breathe.]