He was falling. Looking back on it, it was a strange set of circumstances that led to this moment of perpetual downward motion, a terrifying spiral into the inky black nothingness that is the void. His name was… Unimportant, but how he got here is.
He was sitting at his desk, talking to his friend through Skype. At the same time he was trying to write a fanfic. He desperately wanted to post something online but any time he had any great idea he'd think them through, play out several scenarios in his head, and then he'd leave them, never going back, letting them collect dust. He was trying to write a backstory chapter in advance for a character whose parents die, but was having troubles giving character to the parents since they were dead and therefore, at least in his mind, plot points rather than dynamic characters. His friend was desperately trying to urge him on and help him, since he was a fic writer himself, but nothing they did seemed to help. The conversation started to drift off topic so eventually he decided to take a break for a while and browse the internet, also thinking some time away from it might help.
A small while later, his phone beeped rather obnoxiously. It was signifying that he had an email. He checked it out and found that it was from an anonymous sender. He was going to delete it until he remembered that most trash posts don't bother hiding their addresses , so he decided to, rather stupidly, check it out. It turned out to be a free steam gift card for a game by the name of New Life. He decided to install it and run it, informing his other half as he went.
'What's the worst that could happen', he thought, as he made the necessary clicks to start the download. It took mere seconds to download and install, but as soon as he booted it up, it crashed his computer. Luckily he was talking to his friend through his phone. As he waited for the computer to restart he noticed that the screen was changing, flickering technicolour rainbow static across the screen until it flashed white so suddenly and so brightly that it acted like a flash-bang grenade … without the bang.
When his vision cleared, all he saw was eternal black space in every direction. It seemed to get darker and darker as time went on. He was standing on a solid glass floor. As he looked closer the glass started changing. The colour fading from a perfectly see through sheet to a glowing pale blue slab, making it a little hard to look at for much time. He moved a little from shock, stepping back a bit. As he put his foot down cracks began to form from that location, spider webbing their way outwards roughly 5 meters. As they spread they began to glow a bright white, complementing the floor yet contrasting the darkness of the rest of the place. Suddenly he fell through the floor, shards following him like daggers. As the shards split from the main body of glass they lost their colour, going back to plain transparency. Slowly all of the floor he could see had broken off and the glass now shimmered like stars from the nonexistent lightsource.
He had been falling for what felt like hours. He could no longer tell whether he saw glass or stars above him, since they were now simply specks of shimmering light. He also couldn't tell if he was falling or floating, and if he was falling he couldn't tell how fast his descent was. By now he realised he probably wasn't seeing his family, friends, or anything he ever knew ever again. He had already shed tears. For now he hoped that they were ok. Eventually he had altered his position to one of sitting, since it's not exactly comfortable having his arms outstretched. It seemed that physics were not what they seemed, as there was enough air resistance to make it feel like he was sitting on something and to make his hair ruffle, but if he outstretched his arms they would get tired as if he was sitting on flat ground. Also, time seemed meaningless, as by now he would be tired or hungry, but neither affliction seemed to approach.
Another inconsequential amount of time had passed. He had considered where he was and why he was here but neither seemed to have an answer, although that didn't stop him from speculating. The most logical conclusion was that he was in an alternative universe or dimension, since that would explain the difference in physics. Also, he was probably here because of that game he booted up. It had transported him to this place like a magic wardrobe or tornado from those children fantasy stories, scooped up into a diabetes factory filled with pure imagination. Of course this, at least at the time, wasn't all sugar and spice and everything nice. No, this was torture via boredom, and he hated every second of it.
Yet another meaningless amount of time had gone by. He began noticing things. Things like the glass stars seemed to be moving towards each other, trying to form … something. He also noticed that he was over exaggerating and had actually only noticed the stars. He had been watching the glass for a while now, since they were moving so slowly.
It had been a while now, and all but a few of the stars seemed to be together in a big ball of glimmering light. As the last of the glass collected, the ball flashed into its original pale blue sheen. It then began to bend and move into shapes . The shapes began to form to form characters. The characters read as follows: 'loading New life'. Below it was a loading bar that was slowly inching it's way to the end. There were numbers inside the loading bar that were counting up to 100%. When it had finished loading there was a momentary pause, then a familiar flash of light.
Thank you all very much for reading this. This fic will be heavily inspired by the story Gaming for Glory by yoshtar jinn. I do not own anything other than my character.
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