Whew... Finally … hey guys, Artsy here, and here is the new chapter!
Sorry for the wait, between school and other stuff I had to delay it a bit, I'm taking a moment to thank all of you for the support and the positive reviews and to thank nekro66 for the art she made for this story,
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This chapter is gonna explore Marco's part of the story in the whole ordeal from his metamorphosis to a little further in the story, so it's not going to be as clear as day to understand, but ill do my best.
"talking"
-thinking-
- Left, left, right, right again, anddddddddddd it was left, dangit -
Marco groaned in frustration as he tried for the fifth time to turn a page of the weird book
He had borrowed it from the library after reading the instructions on how to read it, apparently you could not always read it from left, but you couldn't always turn a page right, it was frustrating but it gave him something to occupy his hands and mind on.
As he turned the page left to fix his mistake he felt something against his cheek, it was faint, but he felt it
Thinking that it was one of the sticky notes he made for the direction order of the pages he reached to tear it off; it stung, surprisingly; even more surprising was the fact that it was not the piece of paper
it was a small, light blue crescent moon the size of a bottlecap, it felt dusty and soft, almost like cotton
As he thought about what it was or why it was on his face he reached to touch his face, only to feel the same faint sensation on almost all of his cheeks and nose
He ran from his bed to the mirror on the wall and had to stop himself from stumbling on his own feet for the surprise
His face was covered with little blue crescents, on his nose, on his cheeks and even some on his forehead
He backed away from the mirror as panic began to surface, tons of terrible thoughts started to fill his mind and his heart started racing from the terror and worry, he frantically tried to tear them off only for more to pop up almost instantly
He wasn't even thinking in sentences anymore, just words and images an-
He fell back on the book hitting his head on the floor; that, as painful as it was, dazed him enough for his thoughts to be reset to 0 and for his heart to slow up a bit,
He groaned as he pushed himself up into a sitting position, one hand holding the back of his head in pain and the other feeling his face and check if the moons were still there or he had just been delusional for some reason
Sure enough, they were still there, he sighed and got to work in tearing them off blindly, not wanting to see his face again in the mirror.
Marco sighed in relief and tiredness as he teared off what seemed like the last moon, he leaned back against the wall and touched his now irritated cheeks, a pile of little blue crescents was littered around him as he hand found that they weren't only on his face, but also his neck and upper arm, thankfully it was over…
He closed his eyes as he felt something being draped over his like a blanket, he huddled in the warmth of the soft fabric, it was soft as clouds and warm like a towel fresh out of the dryer, it smelled like….dust?...whatever it was, it was lulling him to sleep like a charm...
With his eyes closed, the earth boy did not see the soft glow that was emanating from his cheeks.
It gets weird from here, buckle up folks, it's a direct POV, all the written things are thoughts and these are actions or the thought of the action
Darkness, dark, Dark=obscure, obscure= dark, whys was I thinking this? Night blue, cobalt, TARDIS blue….Time And Relative Dimension In Space, wow I remembered it , 1-9-4-3-9-6-2-8-7-3,wonder if someone had made that sequence of numbers yet…..infinite amount of numbers, infinite is space and time as infinite are the dimensions and realities and thoughts an-What was I saying? Ah yes, words are nice, crisp is a nice word, it travels from your throat to the tip of your tongue, ha yes, life only lasts about 2 minutes but breathing resets the countdown, reset rese-
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Oh
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Light? Where is the nice light coming from? Must know…..
Tear rip fumble brush off
No light….where did it go? It must have gone somewhere what is lost always goes somewhere
Flap flap stretch asses surroundings
I see the light but its soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo far…..
Fly explore
I only see shades of DULL colors..so Dulllllllllllllll and BORING.The light is fun and colourful I need to find it, shine a light, oh that was a nice song, mhmhm shine shine shine a light!
Hide wait
Mhm? Oh that sure is some light we have here! Mmmmmh but it it bright enough? Not sure…is the light….scared? Scared, Scarred, Scaring, Scarrin- BORING lets move!
Fly out
Fly enter hide
Wow this room is so full, not good to dash around… around? Did I mean all around or around me? Me….no definition, wow what is that dull blue thing ? It looks weird,mmmhhhh…OUCH NOPE NOPE APPROACHING WAS NOT A GOOD IDEA, abandon attempt….who is Marco? Mhhhh I guess that's something to put with the word me….oh light's back, wow that's one bright thing, it looks like a small sun,sun=a mass of gas and boring things,I HATE BORING THINGS,are they talking about Marco? Wow that desk looks comfortable, wood and paper,wait paper is made of wood so just wood, mmh? Why is the light so close? Close ? Closet closing unclos- BORING, wait no the light is here, boring isn't a thing, why do we say boring? Is this amusing for someone else? Someone=no definition, that goes in the no definition space, can I make a train of thoughts?BORINGBORINGBORINGBORINGBORINGBORINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG