Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep...
" Mfgrrrgn " is all I manage to say as I grumble try to stop that annoying alarm, still wanting to sleep.
Nothing in the world is more precious to me than my sleep, so interrupting me rudely when I'm asleep could be compared to punching a grizzly bear in his routine.. VERY DANGEROUS !
I pat hesitantly my nighttable where the supposed object of doom should be, but because I'm still 99% sleeping, i can't find it and it starts to pissing me off even further. I tiredly open my eyes, signifying that from here on , the hunt won't be stopped at any cost, and the poor device, if it does have a soul, should pray to be sent straight to heaven.
My vision completly blurry, I can't figure at first where this pain in the ass is, my sight being filled with nothing more than the table, and the few objects on it, mostly an half-empty bag of sweets, an empty can of orange soda, a banana peel, my phone still linked to the charging device, my wallet and some picks that i barely use to play guitar. A questioning look begin to form itself on my face, as i say loudly with a raspy voice.
" Where in the fucking name of Myself are you, you little shitty piece of garbage ? "
My eyes suddently lock the named target in my sights, and I am faced with a difficult decision to take. One that will affect the whole world. But I know that in the situation I'm in, there is no turning back. I have to do this.
Reluctantly, I send the bedsheets at the end of the bed, and I put my legs on the ground of my room, sitting on the edge of the mattress. The first step in a long day had begun. I pull myself up and stand right in front of my desk, where i can see the desktop of my computer, still on from last " night " so to speak. I let out an exasperated sigh, and grab the human-made artefact next to the screen, which I squeeze tightly in my hands, my knuckles almost turning white from doing so. I can feel a vein popping on my forehead, and my head itself start throbbing painfully. I knew all to well what I had to do to save humankind, and most importantly, myself from that living and apparently neverending nightmare.
I then turn a bit on my left, opening my eyes after a few seconds of thinking, and I throw as fast and as hard as I could that goddamn shitty device who is responsible for my mood, against the wall, crashing into a large amount of plastic and metal pieces, sending them in almost every direction. I let out another sigh, knowing all too well that even relieved a bit, this poor alarm was only doing its job by waking me up, it's the way it had been conceived and programmed. The addition of what happened hours before, the whole DDLC " adventure " had already triggered the angriest part of me, and due to having a very short amount of sleep because of this now broken alarm on the ground, I simply just had let out my frustration take control myself and sent the unfortunate piece of technology to its life-cycle's end. Yes sir, I plead guilty for being an inconsiderate asshole, but it's nothing new for me.
To be honest, it had been like this for a while, almost a decade now. Of course, the fact that I became more and more old had helped me if a tiny bit to being more self-restrained, taking more time to think and make the right choice instead of trying to rush to a solution as fast as possible like in the past, which had led me to making a good amount of mistakes, things I will 'til the end feel guilty about and never will be able to forgive myself for. That's the way I am, guilt is my crime and anger sometimes help me feel better about it, it releases the stress I put on my own shoulders. After a very long period while taking in consideration all the facts and aspects of my personality, that had been so far the only " valuable " solution I came up with.
It is during that brief window of reflection about myself that I notice not one thing, but a numerous amount of things that seems to be out of my ordinary and boring routine. First and the most obvious at this moment, when did i had an alarm in the first place ? The only device i had next to my computer screen was simply a clock, it didn't had an alarm option. So even if the beeping noise stopped itself after I threw the small machine against the wall, destroying it on impact, it definitly shouldn't had been able to produce that sound first hand, because it simply never had been conceived to do so. The second strange thing I notice is next to the small dent in the wall caused by the crash of the NDTFO ( Never Designed To Fly Object ). My window ! Not only that the shape of the window itself was different from my usual one, but it had curtains, and I could see the sky and the houses in front of it. To give you a bit of a picture, I lived in the same appartment from the day was born, at the THIRD FLOOR. I've never been a big fan of curtains , but what left me with a baffled and shocked expression on my face was the fact that I clearly remember that for 2 days, I had left my shutters almost fully closed, because I just hated to see the reflect of the sun on my screen, almost blinding me.
But this window... IT HAD NO SHUTTERS, IT GAVE ME SIGHT ON HOUSES , meaning that I wasn't living on the third floor of the building I've been living in for the past 28 years, and top it all off, IT WAS EVEN SO SLIGHTLY OPEN !
I try to slow down my thought process as much as I can, but the little non-existant gears inside of my head were spinning faster than a excited and drugged mouse running at full speed in a spinning wheel. I let gravity push me back on my bed , while my eyes seemed to have been caught by the most interesting grain of dust on the blue-greyish tinted carpet that covers the floor of my room.
As if I was staring directly and intensely in a neverending void, I completly forget how close the wall is from the other edge of my bed, and I smash my head hard against said wall. Great, I just needed to be awaken that way, what a nice setup for an even nicer day.
" Fucking son of a bitch goddamn wall of shit I'm gonna fuck you up ! "
As if my head wasn't working hard enough trying to process what was just happening not even 5 minutes after I was rudely awaken by a device that wasn't even mine to begin with, the only moment I choose to lie down and collect my thoughts, I bang my head in that wall. GREAT ! Seriously, what in the flying fuck was going on ?
I put my hands on my head like any normal human being would do after this kind of event, but it is at this moment that I realize the window and the alarm weren't the only things that were wrong. My hair... I knew i had let my hair grow back to the lenght they were at the end of middle school, but since then, I decided one day that I wanted to have them cut off shorter. But the hair on my head right now, they were... WAY TOO LONG ! How is this even possible ? Through the fire and pain that were occupying my brain in this very instant, I decide nonetheless to add this to the mental equation, trying to find a rationnal explanation for all those weird phenomenons. I suddently think back at something that had been in this night's dream... I NEVER DREAM TO BEGIN WITH !
So how ? Why did i had a dream ? What was it all about ? And why by looking and feeling the same, everything around me including myself felt so different ?
Then a flash of light came inside and in front of my eyes in the same time as I remembered the " dream " I've had few hours ago...
I am floating in what seems to be an empty white place, a void of some kind, infinite and silent, peacefull yet creapy as hell.
I see my hands in front of me and like a trigger pressed by moving my right hand slightly higher, some kind of half-transparent screen appear and start showing datas. But not normal datas, datas about ME .My age , sex, height, weight, my physical appearance fully detailled, my tastes in food and music, the environment I was living in, everything. My eyes widening by seeing all this , I turn my head from left to right, up to down, searching for someone or something that could've been spying on me. Unable to find a damn thing, I go back to looking at the strange screen once more, and I see that the flow of data had been stopped, leaving me with an even stranger message.
" TOUCH SCREEN TO CHANGE PHYSICAL PARAMETERS "
" Huh.. NANI ? "
" TOUCH SCREEN TO CHANGE PHYSICAL PARAMETERS "
" ... You're fucking serious are you ? Asking me that kind of bullshit, even for a computer in a dream, that's some serious weird shit you know ? "
" TOUCH THE MOTHERFUCKING SCREEN TO CHANGE YOUR SHITTY FACE AND YOUR DAMN TOOTHPICK PATHETIC LOOK YOU MORON "
" ... Well, that's new ! Okay, it's a dream, you're the one in charge or so it seems, you wanna play game, I'm in. But damn dude relax. I mean whoever or whatever you are, we're in a dream, in my mind, so we have all the time to do or think about that kind of stuff and even more. Wait a second... If this is a dream, in my mind, could you be me, or another part of my personality, trying to fool me for some unknown purpose ? "
" YOU REALLY ARE PISSING ME OFF RIGHT NOW YOU KNOW THAT ? JUST DO WHAT YOU ARE TOLD TO DO ! "
A frown starts to draw itself on my face as I read this last sentence, who looked more of an order rather than a simple plea or advice.
" I guess if you try to push up my buttons buddy, I'll be pushing yours as well. I mean, it's a 2-ways street. If you do it, so can I , and there's nothing you can do about it ! "
" OH , SO THIS IS WHAT YOU THINK ? WELL LET ME SHOW YOU THEN . . . "
For what seemed like an eternity, my body went absolutely nuts, as I began to throw up the content of my stomach, then blood , crawling on the floor while my entire strenght was kind of drained away from my body, an incredible and unreal amount of pain surging in my head, a thousand needles in my eyes filling them with blood and a strange pitch black slimy and sticky liquid.
I don't know what happened, how long I've been unconscious... The only thing i do remember is that I lost consciousness at some point, the tremendous pain being too much to handle, even in something as unrealistic as a dream. I take my time to gather enough of the strenght I had left in my body to bring myself to my knees. I slowly reach my face with my left hand, and as I try to get rid of the sweat that seems to be rushing out of my skin life a fountain, I rub my eyes in the process. I still feel the sticky black liquid mixed with blood running on and between my fingers and the palm of my hand. Not daring to open my eyes , fearing that they might hurt, or to see the disgusting that I was currently imaginating in the back of my mind, about what i probably was looking like right now. Thanks however to the fact that I had vomited and emptied my stomach before, I don't feel the need to go through that awful process again . I shakily gather more strenght in my arms and legs and somehow manage to stand up, probably in front of the same screen that I saw before. How do I know that you might ask ? I remember very well collapsing right in front of it, where I was standing mere seconds after reading the last line. So except if I had been transported to another place, it was more than likely that I was in the same area. After considering and pondering the idea in my head for some few seconds, I decide to slowly open my eyes, not only as a test to know if it would hurt, but also to see what that damn thing had in store for me. Yeah, after giving me an order that I clearly refused because I hate being commanded to do something, it was less than likely that my " dream " would end up so easily. If that thing whatever it was wanted me to do something special, it clearly wouldn't let me go of the hook without having his desires accomplished. My eyes open themselves in what seemed like a very very slow motion , but I notice that there was no pain whatsoever. At least that's a good thing. I let my sight adapt itself to the environment once again, before I make visual contact with my surroundings, and I can now clearly see the blood I've spilled on the previously pure white floor. A cold bead of sweat run down my neck all the way to my spine, as I forcefully raise up my face to the screen once again, and the next thing I see surprise me a bit, even if I should've expected it from the get-go.
" TOUCH SCREEN TO CHANGE PHYSICAL PARAMETERS , PLEASE "
" Hum , still adamant about me changing my look huh ? Guess it can't be helped then, I don't wanna go that same process again. But don't think you can order me around . It's not because you force my hand that I will comply blindly to all of your bullshit, ok ? "
" VERY WELL . NOW PLEASE SELECT YOUR NEW APPEARANCE "
A menu then appear and a lot of options are proposed. What surprise me the most is that in all those seemingly infinite options, few of them instantly catch me eyes, and I look at the screen with eyes wide open, in disbelief
" YES , YOU ARE NOT DREAMING SO TO SPEAK . THOSE SPECIAL OPTIONS ARE DIRECTLY RELATED TO YOUR OWN MIND AND MEMORIES , AND YOU CAN EITHER MIX THEM BETWEEN THEMSELVES , OR SIMPLY CHOOSE ONE OF THEM BY DEFAULT "
Those options, they were ... They were the many and various designs for some characters I created long time as reflections of my own self , each one of them representing a special part of my personality, my very own being . Of course some of them were clearly inspired by some anime characters, or video game references and all that stuff , never being the most creative person in the world, rather a poor copycat of some sorts . I even had for the longest time ever made up my very own story in my mind featuring all of those characters, from the way they acted, their choices and preferences, the way they were communicating, but I always keeped that for myself, always being too lazy to actually creating the story by myself. What can I do , that's just the way I am , always having an idea in mind that could work up in the end , but due to the numbers amount of mistakes I've made in the past, I prevented myself to do some more, and so I locked all those thoughts away. But now they were back, more vivid than ever.
Hesitantly I press the button corresponding to one of my OC's , the one I called Damian . As soon as I did this , my body started to change, I felt my hair becoming spikier and longer than they have ever been, then a sudden pression tightening them in a very thick ponytail . Two long strands separating each side of my face , and two other reaching below my neck , framing both sides of my face with some shorty versions all around . To give you a basic idea , Think about Madara Uchiha in Naruto, but with some kind of cloth reaching from the back of my head all the way to under my shoulder blades, the rest of the strands floating in the air wildly, close to the height of my waist and hips . My clothes were the same as the ones i designed and consisted of a sand colored baggy T-shirt, with a dark purple shirt on top of it with a high collar, half opened and a blood-red large belt on top of it. As for the lower part,a black baggy cutted a bit below the knees , with white socks , some sort of dark grey apron on the front and the back, and a pair of ninja shoes but not with the opening for the toes . On my left arm, bandages going from the middle of it reaching down to my wrist covering my hand and my knuckles as well . The last thing however came as a bit of a surprise , when a bit above the screen, appeareda mirror . There I saw it, or rather them , my eyes . The sclera of any human and normally constituted human is white, but mines were pitch black , and my brown-green irises were long gone, replaced by a brown/blood-red color . I hesitantly glance at the floor where I've been feeling the endless stinging sensation of thousands of needles piercing my eyes over and over again , filled with my own blood and whatever that pitch black liquid was. Was this the result of that experience ? What was the purpose of me having this kind of eyes ? Do they even do something special or is it just an esthetic modification ?
" Hey, computer, or whatever you are , what's up about my eyes ? Do they do something special from now on ? Can i turn them off or revert back to a more normal way ? Cause even if I like the design I created so far , I already look enough of a freak , so i don't need or feel the need to be caught by the police because I disturb the " Oh so sweet world " those fucking people live in. Get it ? "
" DON'T WORRY , YOU WON'T DISTURB ANYONE WHERE YOU WILL GO . NOW THAT THE PARAMETERS ARE COMPLETED AND YOUR OVERALL APPEARANCE HAS CHANGED , YOU WILL BE BROUGHT BACK TO REALITY "
" Ho, wait a sec here , you didn't even answered my fucking question . You deaf or something perhaps ? I want to know, so I don't have to have a heart attack every time I look at someone in the eyes. If you're smart enough, you surely know what i mean, right ? "
" ... Don't you even thinking about doing the thing I think you're about to do , cause if you do so, I'll guarantee you I'll come back here, and I will seriously fuck you up ! Not even kidding . So you better give me at least a hint of what to do , got it ? "
" END OF THE SEQUENCE . SENDING BACK TO REALITY THE SUBJECT . PHASE 2 STARTED "
It was at that moment that I knew I was ... fucked ! As a pitch black vortex suddently opened beneath my feet , and got little by little sucked into it , I adressed the computer a last goodbye , promising that I will come back someday to have a less friendly conversation with him .
" YOU MOTHERFUCKING COCKSUCKING SON OF A BITCH I'M GOING TO TEAR YOU APART AND MAKE YOU SWALLOW YOUR OWN MOTHERBOARD YOU SHITTY PIECE OF GARBAGE ! YOU CAN COUNT ON IT , I'M SO GONNA RAAAAAA... "
And just like that, few seconds later , the screaming beeping noise of my now deceased alarm that wasn't even mine to begin with made it's worst mistake as an inanimated object and managed to wake me up ...