Waking up
It was pitch black.
He couldn't see anything. There was nothing but this squeezing feeling, as though he was being slowly shoved down a tight tube.
It was horrible.
Until he felt. Until he was. Though he wasn't sure what he was before. All he knew other than this was that he felt wrong.
His eyes creaked open, the light was overwhelming. He awkwardly raised his arms to his face rubbing at his eyes roughly. They focused more as he took in the sight of the clearing around him. Had he woken from a dream? He honestly couldn't tell. One thing he was sure of however was that he was in a clearing.
In the middle of nowhere.
Eyes reduced to pinpricks, he frantically shook his head. Where was he? What was he doing here? His breath grew quicker and he felt a rising pressure at the back of his skull. His head hurt like his brain was being squashed. His arms shook and writhed. He couldn't breathe properly. He really needed to calm down and assess the situation. Whatever has happened, he needs to know now. With his head still bursting with pain, he intuitivly reached towards his head to twist his hair to relieve some stress, but all he could claw at was some soft furry protrusions and short fluffy hair. That was not normal. The throbbing intensified, and he twisted the protrusions with a vice like grip -
"p-pain c-c-c-cancels out p-pain, " he grunted.
This was a bad idea. Yanking these weird fluffy things round just caused the head splitting headache to become worse before he retched a burning multicoloured liquid from his mouth, and promptly blacked out.