Looking back at it, *maybe* jumping into a random hole without knowing how far down it goes wasn't quite the genius idea that it seemed like initially.
In what world... Seriously, in *what* world would that have been the best possible course of action? Even if it didn't seem like there was any other option, even if it was the only thing left to do, even if there wasn't some massive opening or whatever that allowed them to quickly and easily escape out of whatever predicament they were in (not that there were, of course; if that was the case, then it'd *really* be completely insane), there just didn't seem to be any conceivable, reasonable, logical way to justify plummeting down a hole of indeterminate length, presumably to their own death. Why? *Why*? Was it just impulse? Was it an instantaneous intrusive thought, dooming them by thinking about it for more than 2.763 seconds? Was it out of genuine desire to help out and do something, no matter how convoluted or ill-advised the resulting strategy may be? Perhaps it was something else, something more malevolent; did they just want to see if anyone else was gonna do it, if anyone was actually gonna listen to them? Well, that last one was *especially* dumb, isn't it? Even if one ignores the fact that people most likely already weren't listening to them due to a number of reasons, *surely* they would've had the common sense to *not* jump into a hole to their presumed deaths. That'd just be ridiculous. Even more ridiculous than the whole Battle for Dream Island. All of it. Even the whole thing with Needle. *That* ridiculous.
But regardless of what they may think about it now, the Personal Digital Assistant had made their choice when it mattered the most, and now they had to live with the consequences of their actions. Here they were, falling for who knows how long, going who knows how fast, hearing nothing but the wind rushing by, and maybe, if they *really* concentrated on it, they could hear their own inner voice. The voice of their own regrets.
Where had all the time gone, really? PDA used to be *somebody*, someone that actually mattered to the world. They were out and about, doing stuff, making stuff, going places, and so on, and so forth. Now, they can't even remember what it was that they did before they made their futile attempt to join the Battle for Dream Island, before everything came crashing down around them. Which is ridiculous, since that's one of the things that objects like them were *supposed* to be doing. They were supposed to be retaining valuable information, helping people to remember and get things done. Looking back at what they'd actually committed to memory, it was all just a bunch of vapid, meaningless garbage. Perhaps it meant something to somebody back in the day, but all that was gone and buried by now. And it's not like they could even see it, anyway.
What little light existed in the world immediately vanished after a few seconds of plummeting down the hole. After a minute or so had passed, after the handheld device recovered from the initial shock and realized that they hadn't died from hitting the bottom *just* yet, they tried all sorts of ways to slow their descent, even by just a little bit. All of those would end up in all sorts of tragic, hilarious, brutal accidents. After a little while of that, after they finally settled down and stopped bouncing from wall to wall, after amassing quite a scary number of cracks and scrapes, they finally resigned themselves to their fate, the only thing to do now being to wait until the *inevitable* impact, until the bottom finally rose to meet them.
Any moment now.
Any moment now.
Any.
Moment.
Now.
Okay, this was just getting ridiculous. PDA had seen the hole form with their very eyes. They saw Anchor do a big jump, sink into the ground, and then just... didn't stop. Even if it was a comical joke for the sake of being funny (just like most of them were, instead of looking for a way out of their latest imprisonment; *ugh*), it was bound to get old and tired *immediately*. At some point, they would've stopped going deeper and deeper, and the hole would stop along with them. And yet, the machine was *still* falling. One second passed, then another, then a few more, then several dozen. Then a minute, then two, then a few more, then... One can get the gist already. Point is, it's a *long* time. Far longer than anyone should've expected for such a hole.
