A/N: We wanted to write something strange and we did.
~Us
Prologue
== ?
It all started when you fell asleep in your recupercoon with not a care in the world, or worry. BUT – there's always a fucking but – this time you incidentally fell asleep with your Gog-damned mouth open. And sopor… was indeed consumed. You didn't seem to notice how lucidly you were dreaming and or how often you were waking up and mixing reality with unconscious fantasy, but you didn't seem to mind either. Yes, you don't seem to mind until a rather high-pitched, yet strangely familiar, honk breaches through your limbo. Stretching open your eyes, you look up through the neon green slime and can vaguely make out a dark figure – darker than the state of the room you're in. It slightly sways, not in any particular pattern or direction. You mentally chant for it to STOP. It's annoying to your very wide, yet sensitive eyes to keep up with the movement. But you can't look away. It fucking interrupted your strange and fun dreams. Unless this is still a dream. Honestly, you aren't really sure. But your eyes hurt, so you guess you're awake. And the honking is getting louder and faster. And the figure…it's getting darker. It has STOPPED swaying. Thank you. You think.
Suddenly, you feel pressure under your arms and feel yourself being lifted upwards – you can't find it in you to close your eyes, so you stare at the figure above you as it's slowly becoming clearer. But you still can't make out any details. Have you blinked yet? You don't know. But that doesn't really matter, because you just forgot what blinking was. You blame this sudden feeling of forgetfulness on the fact that you are no longer surrounded by the warm green slime that tasted so acidically pleasing. You are instead surrounded by the cold musk of the room that clings uncomfortably to your sticky skin. There are also arms that seem to be holding you up. At least you imagine them to be arms, because you haven't taken the time to look yet. You've been staring down at your welcoming recupercoon since you've been snatched from it. It missed you, you could tell.
So. You look up, and you see colors. So so so many colors, and they're so pretty. You realize that the colors are smothering the arms of whoever it is holding you up and you notice the colors staining your skin as well. You don't necessarily mind – they're pretty. You even take the time to admire how nicely the mixture of bright colors compliment the gray of your skin. Oh yeah…the arms that are holding you are also gray. Hm.
A raspy chuckle rings through your ears.
"You shouldn't have eaten the sopor, Karbro."
This voice is also vaguely familiar. However, you don't take the time to place it. There's no time for that when there could possibly be more colors to discover. And there are, as your big eyes involuntarily wander up, up, and higher until you spot a splash of violet painting the contours of this stranger's face. At least you think it's a face. But, yeah, you're pretty sure it is.
The face smiles.
The face has sharp teeth. And they're painted golden.
Another pretty color. You can't help but smile in return.
"Hah," the same voice once again rasps a strange, huffy chuckle.
"…hah..hahah," you tentatively reply. Not because you're not sure if you want to laugh, but because you weren't exactly sure if you remembered how. And now that you in fact do remember how, you let out another breath of laughter. Because this situation was funny as hell. Even if you didn't know why.
== WAKE UP.
You open your eyes, even though you feel as if they were never closed to begin with – strange. You feel a large, unsteady hand petting through your hair, fingers getting caught and uncaught through knots. It feels nice.
You hear a gentle hiss. Who is hissing and why?
Oh. It's shooshing. Who?
"Shooooosh…"
Apparently, you. It's working – you're calmed. But were you ever distressed? Before you can fully delve into the answers to that question, you acknowledge your sight. And: colors. They're splashed together harmoniously – they look like they're dancing. But… there are so many of them. And even though they're so pretty, why is looking at them making your heart beat faster? Why are you suddenly hyperventilating?
"Shoooooooooooooosshhhhh…"
The voice from before startles you suddenly. It also calms you again, which is odd. But it also makes you become aware of the fact that you are not surrounded by colors, as you once thought. Rather, you are surrounded by one color. You want to hyperventilate again, but the fingers rubbing against your scalp stop you. Calm you.
Why is there so much red?
Where did all the pretty colors go?