We're poor little souls

[nameless_hollow]

The Hollow stood stock still like a startled animal, his eyes slightly wide as he took in his surroundings. His instincts were on red alert as he tried to figure out why everything went from familiar to feeling completely wrong. His feet were flat on the ground with the sky stretched far above him and while those were weird and disorientating enough there was something that had his attention more.

He couldn't feel the reiatsu of Ichigo or Zangetsu. Not even in the slightest.

There was no way the idiot King had gotten himself killed on his watch but he couldn't think of an explanation. Somehow the Hollow had been pulled from Ichigo's inner world into something... else. And he wasn't sure if he liked it or not despite how many times he had wanted to get outside.