Figurehead Presents:
"Staying Awake"
Author: I do not own Fire Emblem, it belongs to Nintendo. I belong to potato salad. Please to not sueth me.
Prologue
Author's Note: Hey, everyone! Fig here. Welcome to my story here!
This is a self insert of myself. I know that's really cliche and already not a good idea, but it took me three months and I believe I might have created a story that will put a spin on things.
He's entirely me, with some minor life facts and changes. The only minor fact that you need to know is that he doesn't wear glasses, (Later down the story there's an explanation for that) and I had to change my name for privacy reasons, but most of my character's backstory is true with some details changed to protect people I know. Really, I had a sketchy life, so in order to have a self insert I needed to make sure I don't get people in trouble.
Look. I want to put a spin on the self-insert genre. With Fire Emblem Warriors coming out, I thought maybe its a good time to go back to a game that introduced me to the series. Although its not the best (Story and even somewhat game mechanic wise) I wish to improve or at least flesh out the original game.
Anyways, I want to make this short. You haven't even read the story yet and there's already a bold block of text. Sorry about that.
Thank you for everyone for reading this story of mine. It's actually inspired by "Asleep" made by Gone2GroundEX and "A Third Journey" by skywolf666. So I would like to give them the praise for their really great stories and innovative ideas. They helped inspire the creation of this story and with that I thank them.
ATTENTION:
For those followed this story before, I'm going through a revamp of the story. I didn't like the direction of the story and it realized I written myself into story impasse. Some relationships between character developed horribly, and I need to redevelop some of their personalities. It's not a corner, since I can still write off of what I have here. The problem is, I don't like the sole first person perspective and wanted to try my hand at writing third person to help with redundancy. I really want to become a writer in the future, so I'm sorry if some of you guys liked what I have here. I'll keep most of it, but its going to be stretched out for the sake of plot and pacing.
For those who just found this story...yeah. I hope you enjoy what I have here!
Please note, the first two-three chapters will be kept relatively the same.
I'm also going to leave this at the end of the story.
Okay, this wasn't supposed to happen.
I know, I am never lucky at anything. Nothing ever turns out how I want it to be. I mean judging by how I am laying on a beach drenched in water, things haven't gone so well for me I guess. Right about now guessing is the only thing I can do at the moment since I have no idea what has happened, why it happened, or what's going on.
My arms and legs felt heavy. The lungs in my body filled with water as I gagged it out. Eyes haven't registered yet. So vision or observation of the physical world is out of the line. I could still feel certain…things. Oh, wait. Is that a…?
Okay, okay, okay. That really shouldn't be what I think it is. Why must guys get the morning wood? Now that my body is accounted for, I need to figure out where I am. There's a sea foam taste in my mouth, sand underneath my body, and the usual headache…I really wished I didn't have those every single day. Maybe I should have went to the doctor like mom said…
Wait.
Ocean?
We don't live anywhere near the or an ocean. Sure, Missouri has its nice lakes and all, but an inland state doesn't have the sounds of sea gulls and crashing waves. Last time I checked I mean. Well maybe at the lakes. Even then I don't think we have this expanse of water.
My eyes shot completely open. I winced as a stinging pain surged through my sockets. Ignoring my starring eyed vision, I dragged myself onto my feet. My valued appendages were still sore from my last shift working at the hotel. Said appendages, feet, were numb but that's not a problem. Dang it, I must have gotten a charlie horse while I slept. My right leg felt like someone stepped on it. Oh well.
The vessel that carries my soul is still in the same condition as I remember it. Slightly chubby, but still built. I may not be some weightlifter or anything, but what I make up in a lack of muscle was endurance. Strange. I don't know why I'm evaluating myself. I'm just a slightly chubby fairly young adult. Regardless of my friends and family's standards that claimed that I was an "old fat fart." I'm only 17 damn it. I may look old, but I am as young as they get.
Then an odd sensation washed over my whole body. I felt cold, which makes sense because of the water. However, I felt…drafty for some reason. My cheeks grew warm when I felt something move around below the waist. It was very cold down there…
Wait, again.
Am I…naked?
...
...
Oi! What did I do last night?
I'm bare as a baby's bottom. This is really bad. I didn't think that I would wake up full on birthday suit. I understand if I went commando, but showing the world my goods isn't what I what I had in mind. Forget everything else, I need to find some clothes before the police or Coast Guard arrests me for indecency. I don't need to go back into custody again…
There, right in front of me, was a vast blue ocean. Okay, that means I'm not in Missouri. No lake or river has an endless horizon of blue. I love my state and all, but man do we have a lot of caves and hills. We need some more variety in our environment. Okay, stay focused.
Behind me was a forest. Instantly, I thought about hiding myself. Quickly I shuffled over to the woods while covering my parts. There was a vain hope for some sort of way to cover myself. Maybe to get back home and forget all of this had ever happened.
Ow. My feet are burning. The sand's really hot. I must have been out on the beach for a while since the sun's up in the sky. Strange. Why hasn't anyone noticed a naked man lying on the beach? I don't think they have nudist beaches in America. Oh what am I saying, the United States can have anything in it for all I know. We have KKK members, hill billies, and the occasional Southern Reb.
Damn! The forest hurts even more! Holy Mech Nips! I really hate my sensitive feet! Why couldn't I have callouses on my meaty appendages. Or to quote Fallout New Vegas: Old World Blues, "…the pitter patter of my penis feet!"
Wow, that's a weird thought.
Anyways. I don't think I remembered that correctly. I really need to play New Vegas again. I kind of missed those weird Think Tank jar brains. Alright, need to get back on track before someone sees me.
I grabbed a big leaf and started stripping it apart. After a few minutes, I had no idea what I was doing. Maybe I could jury rig some sort of loincloth out of this. Man, now I really wished that I had watched that Primitive Technology YouTube channel. Thinking about it, I really regret not watching any of his stuff. That guy could have built a warm comfy fire and a shelter right about now while I'm sitting on the forest floor playing with leaves. He would have been helpful right about now.
Damn, this isn't working.
After an hour, I yelled into the skies with rage and discontent. This was getting me nowhere fast.
"Tanga!"
My hands went up into the air and threw the leaves towards one of the trees. After what felt like an hour of trying to tie a leaf into a form of undies, I realized that wasn't going to happen. They just kept falling apart when I put them on. And when they did stay it scratched my junk. No need to risk any weird plant things rubbing against the important coconuts of men.
I'm a really big disgrace to my ancestors. To be fair, this may not be a tropical jungle, but at least they had the smarts to survive long enough to have me down the line. Even my mom would survive better out here than I can.
Okay forget the loincloth idea, just look for civilization. I'm really cold, even with the sun's rays baring down on me. I feel violated and overall ashamed at my condition. Instead of pouting on the ground I got up and walked alongside the beach. Dirt from the forest still stuck to my gluteus maximus. At least the mud kept that part hidden. It even felt kind of warm back there.
Hey, I go an idea.
…
Okay. Bad idea. Now my manhood stings.
Ow
Ow
Ow
Ow
Going back to the forest, I thought would have been a good idea. Get some dirt, sand, and more salt water than cover my whole 'dang a lang' to make it less noticeable.
But man, now I regret everything.
On the bright side, my child maker wasn't in plain sight. Sadly, that reminds me of those naked people from Rust. How they ran around naked and afraid of looters and well-armed jackwads that were far more experienced then them.
At least its warm.
Thinking about this whole experience, I tried to turn the rusty gears in my head. My mind didn't quite have a grip on things. None of this made any sense. First, I woke up naked on a beach. Then I find myself totally robbed and stripped of my clothes. Here I am, covered in dirt and grime in hopes of keeping myself warm. This day couldn't get any worse…
At least I haven't broken anything, NOW that would make my day horrible.
My attention shifted from the sand to hear something coming towards me. A whistle of some sort went through the air, but I couldn't see what it was. The sun was in the way. Instincts told me to dodge, but something caught me by surprise-
Is that a rock?
Oh.
Well I'll be damned-
"Look out!"
(Few hours later)
"…ugh."
My head hurts…even more now. At first I had a head ache, but then the throbbing pain spread to my frontal lobe. Or was temporal lobe? Ah, forget it. Doesn't matter. I love anatomy and all, but I could give a crap about that now. History is my game, medicine is my pain.
Everything felt dizzy around me. On the bright side I didn't hear the ocean anymore and the taste of salt got out of my mouth. Oh, wait now it's replaced with the taste of my own dried blood. Great, first nakedness now injury. What am I going to tell my mom now that I got hurt like the third time this year!
I can't afford to go to the emergency room. I mean I have that health care and all, but crutches or casts aren't my favorites.
Ugh. My head's dizzy. Why is my vision blurry?
Huh, I feel cloth under my hands. That's when I felt the small bed that I was laying in. A flow of relief came over me when I connected the pieces together. I must have had another siesta than forget to have drank some water. Naps are fun, but it sucks without hydration.
I was going to laugh until I coughed up some spit into one of my hands. Yeah, a dream. That's what happened. Hmm, my head feels sweaty. And oddly warmer than normal. Did I get sick?
Oh.
When I went to rub away what I thought was just a stream of sweat, I felt a soaked cloth tied around my head.
I really was naked on a beach. I really did cover my junk in mud and dirt. The fact that I had a bandage wrapped around my head explains that I am not in a dream. This is reality. No dream in sight.
My eyes finally focused when I figured out where I was. It was a very small room. There wasn't much in it besides a basket with white cloth. There was a window facing out, but the glass wasn't clear enough to see through it. The portal to the outside was more of a means to tell a rudimentary version of time. Or provide as much light as possible. I must have been out for a while judging by how dark it was outside.
Strange, this place looks…primitive or olden, but not as in failing infrastructure. The walls aren't entirely straight and there is a lot of wood and planks. If felt like living in one of the less conditioned barrios back in the Philippines. Yet this is different.
All my vast history knowledge started banging around my head. This was what old Middle Aged houses looked like. Did I get captured by a group of Amish folk? I don't think I'm prepared to talk to the Amish...
"Ey! Yer awake! How bout that!"
Fallout New Vegas is kicking in. Alright let's try to get off this bed…
Instead I was approaching the floor. Yet before my face could plant itself into the ground, the person at the doorway caught me by my shoulders. He then placed me back onto the bed.
"Oi! Be careful! Ye could make yer head worse. Just stay still, Ye need yer rest."
I listened to the man as he propped me on the bed. As soon as I was settled, he pulled up a stool from underneath the bed and began looking at my forehead. I mean, the bandages. His accented made me think of some of the people I knew back home. A familiar country accent.
He was a fairly aged man, maybe close to forty. I guessed. He was dressed in an oddly familiar set of clothes that resembled one of the games I used to play on my DS. Yet the head injury is preventing from thinking all the way coherently. I held a hand to my throbbing brain.
"Hmm. Hey, Donnel, my boy? Would ya come here for a spell?"
Wait, what? Did you just say 'Donnel?'
"Yeah, Pa?" A voiced answered from beyond the room.
The mentioned, 'Pa', pulled out another clean ragged from the basket in the room. Than he began unwrapping the bandage. As he did it, a motion of feet ran towards the room. I knew he was at the doorway, but the older man hid my eyes while he worked.
"Go fetch some water from the well. I think our guest might need something to clean his wounds."
"Yes, pa."
Donnel? Did I really hear that right? He said Donnel?
"Ye know, most people don't go wandering off butt naked covered in gunk."
The man was striking a conversation. I must have looked out of it, since he gave me a minute to answer back. After he threw away the old bandage towards the corner of the room, I got a good glance of who he was.
Yup, that's Donnel's pa alright. He had some different features, but I can see the family resemblance. Oh my goodness, this isn't what I had in mind at all. This really can't be happening.
Is this really happening?
"Yer alright there?"
He was looking me straight in the eye concerned. I really shouldn't brood in other people's company, "Yeah." I crooked.
"Good. Nice to see ye can still speak."
In a few seconds I hear some slushing of water. I turned my eyes when I saw who it was.
It. Is. My. BOY.
DONNEL? What in the name of all that is holy under God's Earth is going on here?
He looks younger, no I mean probably a year or two. Give or take. Looking at his face I can remember the little sprite they gave him in the game. Donnel has the same brown hair and the same face from the game. Although his skin is more tanned and he's shorter than I thought. His face was boyish than I would have assumed. This oddly didn't sit well with me. I tried to dig up Awakenings lore in my head to remember something. However, I can't seem to put my finger on why this is both bad and good.
Holy Grail of Monty Python.
I'm in Awakening, but before the main events. I think.
"Uh? Sir? Ar ye alright?"
My boy Donnel just asked me if I was alright. Yeah I'm alright. Fangirling and all, but at the same time trying not to scream my freakin' head off. I can't believe this. The implications that I am here, the fact that I am here. Of all places I could have been put in, they sent me here. Or whoever sent me here. I can't seem to rightly remember how I got here.
Oh, now I feel all woozy. No, not again! I ain't passing out into the void they call sleep! Not right before I-
Huh, I need to sleep. The headache in my head feels really…
"Pa, I don't thinks he looks good."
Hey, fuzzy…fuzzy faces...
"…we're gunna need a healer-"
My head injury. I must be passing at from it. Either that or…the fainting...
Heh, I'm in Awakening.
I'm in Awakening…