Drabble Summary: FWhip's thoughts before and while falling.

FWhip continued climbing up the ladder, letting out an irritated huff. That idiot- he has no right to shout at Lizzie! She didn't do anything wrong.

He let out a sigh, shaking his head and shooting a fake smile at the crowd as he reached the top of the ladder. Something's wrong. The goblin shook his head, sighing again. No, everything's fine. It's just nerves. He stared at the rope for a moment before taking a deep breath and stepping out onto it. It's just-

Lizzie's ear-splitting screech of, "FWHIP, DON'T STAND ON THE ROPE!" reached his ears far too late as the the rope snapped...

And he felt himself falling.

FWhip quickly tried to straighten himself, barely registering the startled scream that tore itself from his throat as he tried to figure out a safe way to land. Oh my god-

The teen had just figured out a somewhat safe position when he felt a sudden burst of pain as he hit the ground with a thud that even FWhip could hear, and then there was nothing but darkness.