Strawberry:

Going insane…

It was such a quiet thing. For me, the entire process took me less a second. From there on it was just simply a torturing nightmare without end. A tunnel without a light at the end. Ever. An endless movie where some that looks like you, talks like you, moves like you beats up your best friends and leaves them for dead.

Obviously, my friends and I clearly underestimated the latest Chimera Animal. At first, it seemed to be your generic, moving, mutated poppy seed plant. Ho-hum. What really surprised us was that it started spraying toxic chemical clouds. What I learned later was that this was a opium poppy seed plant, a small but rather important difference. I said later because the world went black after inhaling a lungful. If you were in my head at this time, you would also hear the sound of glass shattering if you were listening carefully.

And so when I woke up I was where I am now. By all definitions crazy. Seeing myself as a being in nothingness, if that can make any sense. Just imagine yourself drowning in a sea of blackness. There is nothing, except for you and the darkness. It's cold and scary and frightening. And so alone. There is nothing nothing nothing. Except me. So I screamed. And I screamed. And I screamed. I screamed out of fear, as a desperate call for help. And if I had carefully listened to myself screaming at this time, I could have noticed not one but three voices screaming at the same time. But that's to be noticed later.

When I finally finished screaming, it was not because my lungs, throat, or mouth were tired. It was because I was beginning to run out of hope. Hope that somehow I could escape this nightmare. Then I attempted to call out for my friends. But as I tried to shout their names, I could not recall them. No, no, no. This cannot be happening. I cannot forget the names of my dearest friends. But it is happening. I've forgotten the names of my fellow heroines, my regular friends, the aliens. I've even forgotten the name of whom I love. This is terrible. But why can I only remember the names of the Blue Knight and Deep Blue. It would be pointless to call for them. Both of them died long ago. Both as dead as hope.

As soon as I realized this, I could had thought I heard maniacal laughter in a distance. But why does it should exactly like me?

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Author's random notes:

muwhahaha pure insanity evil D

what's next? What really happens by Deep Blue