You hear ringing, your ears are ringing,
Wake up, you have to wake up, wake up WAKE UP!
Wake up to a new morning you unlucky bastard...
Ring,
Ring,
Ring.
'' OH FOR FUCKS SAKE JUST FUCKING STOP, SHUT THE FUCK UP, SON OF A BI-.''
I shout while opening my eyes and then I slam my hand on the alarm clock, which does stop the alarm, at the expense of my hand, so I look at the clock, and it's still fucking there, 0 damage inflicted. What do they make these electronic clocks out of, fucking bricks?
With the pain surging through my hand I try to clear my mind and take a look around my room and then I look at myself.
I'm covered in sweat and hyperventilating, probably had a nightmare while I was sleeping in my room, which is curious considering the fact that I am wearing hospital clothing. And my entire bedspread, the fucking pillows, everything, is just on the ground. So I do my best to calm down and then I remember, I wasn't having a nightmare, I probably passed out again, fuck.
As my other senses begin to start up like a motherfucking 1970's car trying to kick start its engine, I start to feel the bed under me, but it doesn't feel right, this isn't a bed, it feels like fucking plastic but that doesn't make sense, it's clearly made out of feathers, fuck.
I am not gonna think about that anymore... Yeah no, I will keep thinking, what the fuck.
Why does everything look and feel weird, it looks like everything is anime, not even real, am I still dreaming? Maybe I fucking am. I look at the clock, it shows the time and date as 06:22, 19.01.1097.
Do I have school today? No, what the fuck am I talking about, I dropped out of college 3 years ago and I'm pretty sure I lived in the 21st Century. Not during the Middle Ages.
What the fuck is happening? Am I in a mental hospital? Am I inside an anime?
With the stress and fear in my head, my brain finally remembers what's happening; where I am, who I am, what I am doing, and the fact that this isn't my fucking room, it is my own personal holding cell. Shit. It's probably due to yesterday's experiment, Kal'tsit said I'd be fine, fuck, I guess it's my own fault for trusting that whore.
I rub my hands on my forehead, I think I have a headache? It's fucking killing me, gah.
At least the fuckers who operate the place were kind enough to provide me with an apartment-sized cell after long rounds of negotiations and threats being flown around. Nice.
It's just a 1+1 complex but it's good enough, the bathroom, where the fuck was the bathroom? Ah right to the left, the door, as usual, opens itself for me when I get in front of it like it has been for the past 2 years.
Let me tell you the technology here is fucking amazing, if we had this on Earth I would have fucking bought it. Where was the med closet? Ah right, behind the mirror. I open the med closet/mirror and get rewarded with words I can't fucking read.
Oh right, this place doesn't use Latin, they use something like the fucking enchanting table writing system, even though it is spoken like ENGLISH?!. I've been trying to learn it, but the fact is that I can only at best, read like only half the things written on the bottles. Luckily, past me was smart enough to label this shit in English, Elhamdülillah.
I grab a bottle of ''Painkillers for the morning headache'', not questioning why past me named it that, and a glass of tap water, which is also crazy. Bros have cleaner tap water than Fijian bottled water. While drinking my meds I look around the bathroom, it's just as futuristic as the door to the place would imply, hah, great, a futuristic shitter.
I take a quick morning shit, the toilet seat feels fake, and after I'm done, I get up, and then I brush my teeth, but the toothpaste tastes like fucking cardboard and the toothbrush feels fake. I guess that is what you get when your structural integrity and the laws of physics from your world don't match the place you find yourself in.
I look at the mirror while brushing my teeth, to my reflection, my black, somewhat long, and curly hair is still there and at least feels real, making me look like a bozo from NYC. I have no beard or mustache because I shave them weekly, and my face is looking like shit, cool.
My light blue eyes look so fucking tired, medium-sized black rings under my eyes, for fucks sake.
I look at my arms, they are like fucking noodles, with absolutely no muscle, meat, or fat. Absolutely just skin and bone. Last time I measured my height and weight I was around 184 Cm's and 60 Kg's 2 years ago when I was 21... I don't think much has changed.
I look at my body, it's like a fucking cutting board, no abs but also no stomach either, I look down at my legs and finally I see some fucking hope, my legs actually have some muscle and meat, I guess that is what happens when the only thing you can do as a sport is just walking or running around due to years of health problems and taking heavy meds that are slowly killing you, but hey, its something!...
Who am I fucking kidding? I look like absolute shit, I rub my hair and make it even messier, probably need a new haircut and some workout, but I also know that I won't work out, I don't have the willpower or the time for that shit. If someone were asked to describe me for the last 5 years of my life the universal answer I am betting that I would be getting would be:
''Homeless Drug Addict.'' God damn.
However at least, I, myself and my body, and my mind at least feel real.
If someone were to walk up to me right now and tell me that I was just in VR for the last 2 years of my miserable life you bet your ass I'd believe them. It's all so fake.
With my hopes and dreams of waking up handsome one day being crushed, I make my way to the small living room to cook some breakfast for myself but before that, I remember, there is in fact probably a spy camera and spy microphone in that living room, those props there look so out of place, and I don't trust them, so I dress up.
White socks, black shoes, white sweatpants, a dark blue t-shirt, and then a gray hoodie, huh, maybe my fashion sense is also shit as well. I try to feel the fabric of the clothes, all of them feel so fake on my skin.
I put down the hospital clothing on my bed and then make my way toward the living room and remember the fact that I have a fucking window. Do I have dementia?
I look out the window, through the metal bars placed there for some reason.
Do they really think I'd try to jump off of the top floor of a giant ass moving battleship?
These people crazy dawg.
The scenery is more of the same as usual, just sand, sand, and sand, only sand...
It's fucking crazy, I have literally traveled to a different universe, probably, unless I am just straight-up crazy, or this is just a side effect of heavy medication.
And in this universe as well, all I can fucking see is sand.
Subhanallah, who knew sand was the basis of fucking life? At least there are no more religious zealots trying to bomb my city in the middle of the desert and no crashing economy and unstable politics, there is still war though, but cmon, there is always war.
While observing the outside my eyes eventually start hurting and my headache picks back up, am I fucking nearsighted? Probably the side effect of an experiment.
So I walk away from the window and try to focus on other things instead, but the pain is still there. I guess the painkillers aren't working very well? I'll just have to endure it for now.
I look back into the living room and see the giant metal door that separates me from the rest of the battleship, with an elaborate lock in place so that I could never escape lest someone opens the door from the outside.
I also know there are at least 2 Guards guarding that door at all times, I don't know if they are there to protect me, or to protect shit from me. Hah, a bunch of fucking elite ops, soldiers, mercs, diplomats, doctors, and scientists scared of just a nobody who is dying, HAHAHA!
I find that fact so fucking funny, the power of lying is surely a fucking blessing for my soul.
I should mess with the Rhodes Islanders a little, always good to keep them on their toes, can't falter now can I? The manly urge to always keep them guessing as I call it.
Oh. That's probably why they made that door, aaahhhh, it all makes sense now.
So I walk up to the huge metal door and press on the speaker that lets me communicate with whoever is outside and I can hear the guards outside talking, they are talking about the battle of Chernobog, about all those that came back, and all those that didn't.
Apparently, Talulah was captured alive with the help of Ace, and the giant dragon thing
was in fact killed somehow, with minimal losses for Rhodes Island, only a few guards, brilliant, to see my plans bearing fruit truly is a good feeling.
I press the button again and when the guards hear the distinct beep of the speakers they immediately shut up, probably embarrassed by the fact that they almost leaked intel to the Number 1. (Self proclaimed) most important prisoner/test subject on Rhodes Island.
I don't say anything for a few good seconds, waiting to see if they will say anything at all, but they just keep their silence, probably in fear of what I'm about to say...
After fighting off the urge to fuck with 'em a little more, I give them some instructions:
'' With the destruction of Reunion and Chernobog, this is the end of our deal Kal'tsit, as soon as possible that I'd like to hold a meeting with you and anyone you may see fit because our contract of guidance has ended. Lest you feel the need for treason and blood, I'm willing to hold a meeting for new arrangements for the future, hahaha .''
As I walk away I hear the guards press the microphone from the outside and shout at me about something in panic, but I don't hear whatever it is that they just said since I wasn't listening. Sucks to be them. That should give them something to worry about while I continue my day.
I look around for my phone, apparently, I actually may have dementia, where the fuck is my phone bro, where the fuck did I leave it...
I found my phone on the kitchen table.
One of the only things that they let me keep, somehow, along with my headset and gaming laptop. So I put on the headset and open one of the bangers to listen to while I prepare myself for the day.
Public Service Announcement by S3RL.
My head still aches but the joy of listening to something that feels real is worth it.
Thank Allah I managed to somehow keep my electronics, even tho there is no internet they let me keep them since they just couldn't crack them due to me having the settings where you need to enter in a password to open any of the apps, and this world not using Earth's coding language. Plus the system language on both my phone and laptop is not even English, they are actually in-
I'm getting caught off track. I can still use all offline functions, like listening to songs that I've already downloaded or playing offline games. Which is probably one of the only reasons I've managed to keep my sanity in this fucked up world. The internet was truly wonderful.
Mashallah this laptop, with its 3TB disk space I have at least 1500 saved songs, a bunch of pictures that I've taken over the years, and at least 5 thousand memes which have kept my boredom of basically being a prisoner at bay baby.
I know there are also some memes about this universe scrambled in there somewhere, God forbid someone from Terra manages to see them.
Ending my little daydreaming I decide to check my fridge for the day where they give me ingredients. Yes, I cook my own food. I just like cooking a little for myself. What can I say?
I did have to convince them with bullshit tho to be granted this privilege though.
So I cook up an omelet with the random ingredients that I found.
But my eyes are actually looking not at the plate, but around the room as I eat.
I have started sweating again, great.
I actually have no idea who watches this camera.
It probably isn't Kal'tsit, she doesn't have any time, probably Closure if I had to make a bet? She IS the head of engineering after all, and probably has access to this camera as well and sits in her room all day watching my descent into madness.
What is better than watching an insane ''Alien'' live amiright?
I eat the food I made but the food also feels and tastes fake, almost as if I'm just eating filler with no taste, but that isn't right, I can feel the texture of the eggs, the cheese, and the chunks of meat... God damnit.
Once I'm done eating my food I start washing the dishes and cleaning the table and while I'm doing that I start to feel very, very tired, but I still try to push myself, managing to clean up most of the mess I made while cooking. I tell myself to push just a little bit more. At this point I am sweating as if I'm in a sauna, but I endure and I feel like It'll pass and that I'll make it, cmon man these are the last plates, I'M SO CLOSE...
Only for my legs to lose their strength halfway while carrying the last of the plates and I drop to the floor with the plates in my hands like a sack of potatoes which breaks them when I topple over.
Fuck. It's happening again, and this kids is why you shouldn't take heavy meds early in your life and agree to human experimentation on your body.
I try my best to stay conscious, but I can feel my eyes slowly closing, ah shit, here we go again. I at least manage to shout in pain before I lose the strength to speak and I lay on the ground and struggle, but I can hear the music, playing on the headset still somehow on my head, telling me why I shouldn't do drugs on repeat, hah, ironic.
Luckily I did set my Laptop to close itself if no one touches anything for 5 minutes, so no fear there.
I struggle on the ground unmoving for another 15 minutes? Which has been one of the most lucid moments I had since I woke up today, due to my headache being replaced with just pain, alerting my damaged neurons.
So I lay on the floor, thinking about what I have done to deserve all of this.
I think and I think and I think and I stop. Deserve? I don't fucking deserve any of this of this pain, it just had to be me didn't it, I just had to be transported to someplace i could barely keep myself alive.
Still lying on the ground, in my head, I start going down a spiral;
I curse At Fate , I curse at The God/Gods , I curse at Myself for doing this shit and not stopping. I could have stopped, I could have just let it all play out. But I am a terrible fucking selfish person that wanted to influence the future to keep myself alive at the expense of others. There is no going back at this point. We keep the ball rolling. So what if a few sacrifices have to be made along the way. It is for the greater good.
So I lay on the ground, in pain and suffering waiting to lose consciousness.
After an amount of time that felt like all eternity I manage to open my eyes at what is happening when I can barely feel sets of hands touching and shaking me, everything's blurry but it's just probably doctors that are trying to pick me up, they are shouting something, but I do not hear whatever it is that they are trying to tell me. But something, someone, catches my eye;
What my eyes focus on is a green/white figure in the background staring at my body with the best poker face I've seen in my entire life, no doubt hiding a lot of disgust and hatred for all the shit I've pulled off ever since we first talked.
Just before losing consciousness, I manage to crack a very thin grin and look at her in her goddamned soul with half-open eyes... and then I pass out entirely.
This is like the 7th time this month man, fuck...
It's that time again, time to gamble.
Let's see. Let's see if I will get to wake up again, at some place where I don't belong.