Pseudo Cinderella
HUMANSTUCK!Cronus
Another day, another failure. 'Howv many did that add up to novw? Tch. Too many to count.' Cronus kicked at the sand, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans. He sighed, wiggling the cigarette between sharp, clenched teeth. 'I could try again, wvith them...' The seadweller pouted. What was wrong with him that drove everyone else to not what to be with such a cool guy?
Deciding to get back to his thought, Cronus makes his way to the next 'lucky' troll. He knocks on the door of their hive, which opens momentarily. Meenah.
"Hey, kitten-" As soon as she caught a glimpse of Cronus, the door slammed shut with the click of a lock. Yeesh. Tough crowd. Sure, she hated his guts...well him in general, but give a guy a break.
Of course, he went off to find another dame who would swoon in his presence…or slap him...again. Actually, maybe that wasn't the best option. Cronus shrugged. Might as well do something.
After that, he simply did what was usual. Wonder as he wallowed in the most recent rejection [though, that never lasted too long]. He walks down a unused path, trees and shrubs surrounding the slightly worn trail. How did he know about this? Simple. He was the only one to use it. Of course, it lead somewhere he was somewhat used to—the ocean. Pushing through the foliage, the Ampora instantly relaxed. Here, there was nothing but the vast sea, settled near a high cliff.
Once again, he finds himself at the beach. Crashing waves against the rocky cliff not too far away was calming. Serene. It felt like everything was fine. Cronus propped his back against a large rock, sighing as his eyes slipped shut.
"If only..."
Cronus became aware of a dull pain in his think pan. He must've hit it on a rock…though, he was sure that the rock was not surrounded by grass...nor was it a tree. Perhaps he sleepwalked..? No, that never happened. Or, at least that he knew of. Also, he could swear that he heard some talking and laughing too? Maybe he was just imagining this. His eyes snapped open, the sun bright. Running his hand through his hair—wait.
Running his hands through his hair, realization hit. And it hit hard. This was not right, not at all. He felt around for the familiar horns, somewhat similar to his sign. They weren't there. That, and his hands—no, wait—his entire body was a tanned peach color. Well, all sense of reality went out the window, bringing along something else. Self-doubt and denial.
"No, this is ain't happenin, nope."
His vision blurred, think pan swirling in a vortex of thoughts, actions. What could make this worse? He wasn't sure, or, at least, for now. Nothing made sense for some reason, nothing was right. Opening his eyes, as they had closed during that swirl of nonsense and attempting to make sense of things, he looks to see other humans, some in groups, some alone.
"Wvhere the hell am I?"