These are thoughts
"These are conversations"
And these are story teller
Hello beloved readers. Here is the first chapter of this series. Enjoy. PS: I don't own One Piece. Lord Oda does.
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The first thing I noticed after regaining consciousness, which freaked me out a bit, was the darkness. I can't see or hear anything. The second thing I noticed was I can't feel anything. It was like I didn't have any limbs at all. I came to the conclusion that none of my senses were working.
What the hell? Did I die? Wait, where am I? Is this limbo? Where is the light at the end of the tunnel?
After freaking out for a bit, I calmed down. I tried to find my bearings but considering I can't feel anything? That was pointless.
I tried to look at the better side of my situation. Honestly, it's not that bad. Sure, I feel like I'm floating in space, but it beats getting brain seizures. Sure I can't sense anything; it's still the most peaceful I've ever felt in years.
My mind made up, I settle down and just lay back and relax.
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I don't know how long I was in that darkness. After all, you tend to lose track of time when all you can do is sleep, wake up, and try to entertain yourself. Rinse and repeat. Well anyway, after a long time of peace, I was startle awake for the first time. For the first time in forever, I can hear something. It was this strange steady beat. It was a very familiar sound. I swear I know it from somewhere. I know I've heard it many times before.
I wracked my, nonexistent, brain open but I got nothing. So, I decided to just Fuck it and relax. I'm dead. It's not like a little beat can harm me.
That beat was the first sign that something was wrong. If only I could remember what kind of beat it was.
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The next change in my current situation was a voice. It was a soft, gentle murmur that I can barely hear. Normally, that would have been really creepy. However, considering I haven't heard anyone for so long, I was too ecstatic to care about the details
I tried to call out to whoever it was. Nothing came out of my throat. I couldn't move my mouth. Once again, I was reminded that none of my senses, except hearing, is working.
My ecstatic state crumbled. I was so depressed. I wanted to cry out to the person, to talk to them. But I physically couldn't.
For the first time since I died, I felt alone.
So I settle for the next best thing. I latched onto the voice. I mentally hung onto those whispers like everything depends on it.
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After some more time, I became extremely well acquainted with the beat and the voice. While the voice come and went, the beat was always there to comfort me. I often caught myself just waiting and hoping the voice to come back.
To my utter joy, there was another voice that I can hear. The second voice was rarely there. It was stronger than the first voice, but still very gentle and filled of … love? What the, are they lovers? Nice.
Well that was strange. Did I unconsciously haunt someone, or worse, a couple? Did I really regret my FA life that much? I seriously hope not.
Despite my inner turmoil, I latched onto the second voice too.
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As time passes by, I started to regain the feelings in my limbs. I could move my arms and legs again. Not wasting much time, I proceed to explore the darkness. I immediately find out that I can't move much. Everything felt awkward, like they're not mine. I did, however, figure out that the place was freaking small.
With much prodding and moving (try to), I came up with nothing. Frustrated, I start to focus any try to move my limb with sheer willpower. Hey I survive with willpower before, this should be nothing.
I managed to jerk my leg. That's it.
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Practice makes perfect.
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After time passed by without me noticing, I start to feel the place getting crammed. It felt like a sack that was tailored just for me. It was still comfortable even when I can feel the sac all over me. Life was great.
That is until everything tries to crush me.
Turns out there are walls outside the sack. And they're crushing me. It feels really uncomfortable. Not painful though so that's good. But goddammit stop crushing me. What the hell is going on?
The wall starts to push me up after some more crushing. Seriously, it was annoying. Well, the pushing and crushing stops and replacing it are the searing sensation of cold.
HOLY SHIT, IT COLD! WHAT THE FUCK?! SHIT, I NEED A BLANKET.
Instinctively, I flail around and start wailing for some reason. I think I woke up a baby. Oops. Then a though enter my mine.
Wait a second, I can feel cold? Wait, how in the seven layers of hell I'm I feeling cold? HOLY SHIT, GIANTS.
I'm not kidding, there were giant silhouette towering over me. I can't really describe them though. I think after staying in that sack for so long killed my eyesight. Everything was black and white and blurry.
I felt liquid running on my skin. Then something soft were brushes against my body. All of my body. Even there. The humiliation burned me. I started to flailed again. A voice in the back of my head told me to wail. So I did.
The giant that was over me picked me up, walked around a bit, and hand me to another giant. This giant was very gentle in holding me. Its touch calmed me down like anesthetic. Then it spoke to me. It was the voice, the whispers that I've clung onto for the longest time. It spoke in a strange language, but I could understand it perfectly. It couldn't focus on the fact that magically learned another language due to the giant's first coherent whisper to me:
"Welcome to our world, my darling little baby."
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I got my first review! And 2 favorites! Within 2 days! YAY. Thank you guys so much. I hope you enjoyed the firstchapter.
?: Still no name.
Me: Oh stop whining.
?: I'm not whining.
Me: Considering you're a baby? Yeah, you're whining.
?: ...
Me: ... I'm gonna run now.
?: You should.
Me: Bye guys. *run like an Olympic sprinter*
