I was at home. Sitting in front of my computer reading my newest obsession Self-inset video game fanfiction. I loved it. The idea that you could enter the world of your favorite show movie game etc... had always appealed to me. I had never written one my self, there was really to me two ways to go either, super realistic or balls to the wall batshit crazy. The realistic versions quickly became dark and broody. They were all woe is me! What do I do? Do I change the plot? What will happen if I do?
That or I don't want to die so I'll become the fateful slave of the villains of the series and help them achieve world domination. Not that I blame them for that but like in Harry Potter getting amnesia fic's you can only read that so many times before it gets dull.
Where as balls to the walls bat shit crazy stories can start out very good, but not many writers can actually pull this off for long before it gets sadly boring and predictable. Oh don't get me wrong there were some that balanced a line between super realistic and balls to the wall batshit crazy, but there weren't many. Also they hardly ever got completed.
A self insert video game was much the same but as a gamer being dropped into other worlds added an excuse for your character to become strong in a logical way you leveled up, got equipment and did quests. Most of those stories were written as someone not trying to preserve the cannon but as some one surviving the story line. They used all the tools they had to their advantage instead of hiding, going crazy, or something.
Sitting alone in my room I did the stupidest thing possible.
"I wish I could be in a video game version of my favorite show as an oc."
"Well if that's what you want."
Spinning around I saw a … man? It was tall with out any obvious signs to its gender. The man shaped being poked me in the forehead and everything vanished.
When I was nine my family and I went to the local park as we often did during good weather. As my brothers chased each other with sticks pretending to be bank robbers and my sister hunted for the fair folk I was attempting to do a complete loop de loop on the swing set. It was not the first time I had attempted such a lofty goal pumping my legs back and forth going higher and higher until I was convinced I was perpendicular to the ground, and then suddenly I wasn't.
Abruptly for no apparent reason I was on the ground. For the life of me I had no idea of how I got there. As I lay on the ground my hair spilling out around me starring up at the sky I realized something was wrong. At first it was a vague something is not right then slowly it became more prevalent. My head hurt so did my back, but I didn't feel the pain of it. My head was throbbing and so was my back, however I didn't seem to feel the actual pain of it.
The ground felt wet. Then I realized I couldn't hear anything past a strange pounding noise. It wasn't until later I realized it was my own heart beat. Opening my mouth I tried to get my mom's attention but I couldn't make a sound. I realized that there was no air, 'how strange?' I tried to breathe, but all I could manage were short gasps. 'Breath' I told myself, 'breath.' Slowly I began taking deeper breaths.
In
Out
In
Out
In
Out
I don't know how long I lay there. Just breathing too scared to move. After a while I heard my mom yelling for me. It was time to go and I needed to get up. Bracing myself I tried to push myself into a sitting position.
PAIN
It hurt my back. Fire, throbbing, OW! Just above my butt it hurt it really really really hurt.
"hnnnmmooommm..." I whimpered
"Terresa! I'm not joking it's time to go home." She was getting irritated. "LET'S GO LAZY BONES!"
"Mom..." I tried again shifting and 'no no no no no, hurt hurt hurt' opening my mouth I screeched, wailed, and made a very loud unpleasant noise
"MAMA!" Gasping I fell back onto well my back "MAMA!"
It seamed instantly she was at my side
"Steve! Steve call an ambulance!" My mother yelled. Gently she brushed my hair. "Don't move baby. Its going to be okay, just hold still..." she kept talking but somehow I saw her hands they were red, covered in red and I realized I was bleeding. That, that was blood. My blood and her hands were covered in my blood, so I was bleeding. My thoughts circled around like that for a few moments before every thing went black.
I found out later in the hospital that the chains of the swing I was on broke as I was going up so I had flown forward and landed on an empty beer bottle. The glass had shared and the shards embedded in my back missing my spine thankfully meaning I spent a week in the hospital, got loads of shots and blood tests, and a "cool scar" on my back.
While in the hospital my dad asked me why I didn't yell for them sooner and I told him.
"I couldn't, I was...I was trying to make sure I kept breathing."
When I wake up I'm on the floor in a room.
For a while I just lie there breathing. Nothing hurts. I prop my self up onto my elbows.
This is not my bedroom. In my room the walls have been painted a soft lavender and my bed is in the corner. The headboard and right side are pressed against the wall so that when I sleep my body sinks into a hole between the mattress and the wall. My ceiling and floor are almond colored. I don't have carpet instead its linoleum. I have a dresser and a desk. Getting up I confirmed that this isn't my room. This room, this room is white. White walls, white ceiling, white floor… with a feeling of dread and fear held with in my belly on the wall in bold black letters appeared.
SHERLOCK HOLMES
The game is afoot
NEW GAME
LOAD GAME
Options
AN: First thing first this story is not a self insert not completely. Some things about Terresa I got her name by going to a website of the top 100 most populer names. I picked a name from 1962 and 1926. I Picked four names Marie Lura and Tesresa Anita. Maybe later I'll write a story for Marie.
Thank you for reading. Reviews are all ways welcome.
Beta: Mistress Anko