Hello, there! This is Jenny. Quick note about this story:
This is a dark, twisted fictional representation of the One Piece world. It is horrific tragedy with a dash of very twisted romance and fantasy. There are graphic depictions of gore, violence, and other disturbing images as well as in depth characterization of mental illness. There is sex, but it will not be loving and happy and is also not the point of the story. Expect kinks, non-consent, and same-sex scenes. Please be warned.
Also, this is not a self-insert. My characters are characters, not a representation of myself.
For those dark and twisted people like myself who haven't left yet... Welcome and I hope you enjoy!
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The first thing you must understand is that you are all wrong. There's no "Oh look at that, we're in that anime we love!" or "Wow, our favorite characters just happen to be here!" and then zippidee-doo-da everything is fine.
No. That's not what happens at all.
Let me tell you what really happens.
The first thing you see is a light. After that, imagine the worst headache you've ever felt. Double it. Then triple it. Your head feels like it splits into tiny pieces. All of a sudden, you see cracks in the air. If you are particularly unlucky, you can hear the voices. Then a pull. Ever realize that you're being pulled into an abyss, and that you're about to die? Yeah. I hadn't, either. I panicked and screamed.
If fate really wants to fuck you over, you are with your loved ones when it happens. You get to watch the abject horror on their faces as you are pulled towards a crack in the fucking air. Who knows what they actually see; all you know is that your last and strongest memory is that look of terror in their eyes.
The cracks don't disappear, by the way. You've messed with reality. They will always be there.
Again, if you are particularly unlucky, you can hear the voices. And if you are me, then fate decides to fuck you with a rusted pipe. I see the cracks. I hear the voices. I talk to them.
And they talk back.
Trust me - pray that never happens to you.
Be happy with your reality. It's a good one.
The final thing that happens is the pain. That headache that was there, that will always be there? Yeah, you'll be wishing you had that. See, I found out later that your entire body needs to be… disintegrated. Your body and soul is ripped apart, then rebuilt from scratch.
One.
Cell.
At.
A.
Time.
There's nothing that you can compare it to. I don't care how much pain you've been in. It's days of intense torture, and you don't get to puss out and faint. There's no sleeping. All the while you hear the voices, and you see the cracks, with that look of horror on the faces of your loved ones on repeat all while having your entire being remade.
Oh, and the best part? You've just been ripped from reality. There's no longer up or down. There's no light or dark. There's no color.
Have you ever taken a philosophy class? I hated philosophy. They always ask those really annoying questions that there is no answer to. The kind where they say, "What is reality?" and "How do you know what's real?"
The truth?
You don't.
Needless to say, I think that my going insane was a justifiably normal reaction.