(3rd person )
A world of white starts to fade, revealing an average-sized brick apartment building near the beach. The sound of waves and seagulls cuts through the silent serenity of what looks like a normal morning.
But in a small room in one apartment, a small child is sleeping soundly, like nothing else in the world matters, on the bottom bunk of a black bunk bed, and if you get a little closer, you see his chest rise and fall beneath a thin blanket adorned with little images of Snoopy flying in an airplane. With each breath, the world gets clearer, and more and more sound starts to return.
First is the sound of the silence of the room; there's nothing there, but as it hits your ears, you can tell the difference. Then the ticking of a broken clock that's right twice a day, never moving but somehow still ticking in rhythm with each breath you take. And finally, a voice close but distant; you can hear them calling you, but you just can't make out what they're saying.
Then the world starts to fade, shrinking smaller and smaller, getting covered by a dark fog, but as the light, the dream, and the world are about to fade completely, you hear her whisper your name.
(1stperson MC)
'Alex'
My eyes open to a familiar ceiling of the library break room. I look to the side to check the time and go figure it still hasn't changed. I chuckle just a little, and the pain from my not-so-fun situation shoots through my body. The pain isn't the same; it's almost like a numb pain- it still hurts, but detached somehow. I look down at my somehow slightly less fucked up hand and my slightly less fucked up leg and come to a realization. My wounds have healed a little, just enough not to bleed out.
'Dang, I knew kids heal fast, but this is mad weird, but I'm not about to question it; I'm alive, and that's all that matters'
I start getting up, but stop as a feeling of static starts traveling up my body, and the dried blood from my earlier series of unfortunate events starts to stick to the couch. After waiting a bit more, I push myself up, only to realize how bad an Idea that was.
"Groan!"
Pain shoots through my body not the numb static I felt earlier, just pain, throbbing pain. But yet again I push through, grabbing the charred chair leg that saved my ass from that Demodog, and I use it as a makeshift cane, taking whatever pressure I had on my bad leg away using my good hand.
I pick up my backpack and sling it over my shoulder, ignoring the pain, while taking one last look around the break room. I see the broken door, the clock that hasn't moved since reading 12:45, the mini fridge covered in vines, the calendar with the same day marked November 4th, and finally the window with the ever-present fog somehow even closer, almost entering the room.
I turn to leave the break room, not wanting to be any closer to that black fog, but for some godforsaken reason I couldn't help but say it out loud.
"That was a lot closer than last time; just gotta hope it doesn't get any closer"
I stop as I feel my stomach drop as a thought surfaces in my mind: the last time I thought things couldn't get any worse. I turn my head slowly back towards the break room window, only to see the once seemingly slow-moving fog start to speed up, fully entering the break room.
'Me and my big mouth'
I race out of the break room as fast as my broken body would take me, hobbling out the door like an old man refusing to look back at the ever-progressing fog. I made my way down the stairs as carefully as I could, finally stopping at the library entrance. Only now realizing that every exit I could have taken is covered in black fog, all moving at different speeds.
In retrospect, I should have realized all the exits would be covered eventually. I saw the fog was getting closer earlier; I saw it surrounding the whole block when I was outside. I should have realized, but I didn't until right now. Maybe it was the blood loss, the head-splitting headache I just realized I had, or the fear I've been experiencing since I got here somehow affecting my now-young mind more than I realized. But none of that really matters; I'm trapped in a creepy upside-down vine-covered library, and I don't know what to do.
"There's gotta be a way out; there has to be. I didn't survive not 1 but 3 fucking demo dogs to get killed by fog!!"
For the first time since getting sent to this hellhole, tears started falling down my cheeks, a trickle at first, then the dam broke. I broke. I fell to my knees and cried my eyes out; it's been so long since I've felt this helpless, so alone and scared with no way out. It made me think of one person I felt could get through anything, who always seems to know how to get out of any situation: my mom.
And then I laughed
"Hahaha, god i'm too old to need my mommy to save me; heck, I bet if she was here she'd just tell me to walk it off"
'...walk it off, walk it off? I must have gone crazy, but I guess there really isn't
anything else I can do'
I don't know how long I was crying or how far the fog had moved, but I hardened my nerves and looked at the fog-covered entrance and walked forward. The last time I touched it, it didn't kill me outright, so there's a chance, a chance I could get outta here.
"Well, no pain, no gain, right?"
I take a step and another and another, just an inch short of the entrance fog, and take a deep breath.
"Here goes nothing!!!"
I dove right into the endless fog, and pain and itchiness spread all over my body. I kept walking, and slowly but surely the fog, the endless black fog, stripped away all my senses. First it stripped me of my vision; everything went black, the blackest black I've ever seen, almost like the nothingness of the void, yet I kept walking. My hearing went away next, then my smell, my taste, touch…
Until it was all gone, I felt nothing left; only hope remained, the hope I held onto with the last of my strength and refused to let go, the hope that I'd find the light at the end of this endless tunnel. And then I saw it: a light I could almost touch; it was right there. I reached out with the last of my will; I felt the warmth of the light on my hand and passed out.
(3rd person)
In the darkness of the fog, if someone were to look hard enough, they'd see a boy no older than 10 with his hand stretched out, grasping a star frozen in time like a portrait on a wall.
"Alex, you did great...you can let go... We'll be ok; we'll be fine…..I love you, Kabiyesi"
(1st person)
I woke up in the same library with the white fog from earlier, and a single tear running down my left cheek.
"God, that hurt"
I sit up, looking down at my bandages, only to realize all my wounds were healed, and a weird-looking tattoo appeared on my chest where my heart is. (image)
'Huh, well that's new, guess I should be glad I'm far from home, cuz if Mom saw this she'd woop my ass' (Image)
"Heh"
'All right, enough of that. Can't sit down all day, gotta figure out what to do now, cuz if this is anything like last time I'm probably knocked out on the floor somewhere, and I won't be safe much longer.'
I get up, look around, and realize the area is still the same: the same white fog surrounding the whole block the library sits on. Looking up, I see the sun directly above me, no cloud in the sky. Looking back toward the library doors, I make my way inside only to see that two of the books sitting on their pedestals have changed.
I run up to the pedestals and reach for one to get a better look at the changes, only for my hand to slip right through.
"What the hell!! My hand went right through- why! You know what, never mind, I don't have time to question things; gotta figure out what's changed and how to get outta here."
I reach for the only book left unchanged, the one with the umbrella logo and a gold, almost embroidered-looking symbol surrounding it. A symbol which, now that I get a better look at it, is almost familiar. I reach towards it, only for it to open up on its own. I flinched, taking a step back, and apparently the book took that as an invitation. It started to glow, and black letters started flowing from it, rising to form multiple circles surrounding it.
I stopped, frozen in place, staring at whatever was happening to the book, and before I could protest, the words flew into me faster than my eyes could keep up with. And it happened, information flowing through my mind like a slideshow; everything I "should" know about the library and what abilities this book supposedly gives me flowed into my mind, then it all went black.
(3rd person)
In the upside-down right in front of the Hawkins Library there's a boy lying down on the ground around the age of 10. He has white curly hair and dark skin. His clothes are torn, and a backpack rests right beside him. His bandaged arms rest on his chest, his Snoopy watch on full display, whilst his legs are straight. If anyone saw him, they'd think he was a corpse; he made no sound, no movement, only his watch ticking away as time passed.
(insert image)
tick-tick-tick
Rumble...Boooom!!!
Loud gasp!
His eyes open only to be met with dark and dreary clouds, with lightning drifting through the sky.
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(authors notes)
yo guys im back life's been a little overwhelming for a bit so i had to stop writing to sort it out imma try to get back into writing here hopefully get a couple chapters in probably 1-2 a week unless anything else wants to show up and ruin my week and then some (I hope i didn't just jinx my self)