The stench of blood awakens the man. Stomach growling, or was it a mad beast that was? No matter, none of this made sense. Was this a dream? What is a dream? The words blurbed out of his mouth like a new born baby trying to speak. The awareness of this fact exploded within him, a train-wreck is what followed to say the least.
[[I have no idea where this is heading.]]It’s funny, this awareness thing. One moment you’re disoriented and next; horror, no different for this lad who is awake now. All his senses rushing at once, he jumps out of the bed untangling the straps bounded to him.
[[Observe the madman, who seems to be just standing there endlessly for hours now]]Ah, but you do not see what he sees. Images of his loved ones encircled in a flame. Loneliness. He starts to cry, rolling on the wooden floor crumbling into the open, and there it is. Perspective waits for nobody. An abhhorent beast lies there waiting for him, like a long-awaited friend. Their eyes meet, twitching. Trying to look away, but their heads don’t.
The next thing you know, the thirst for blood grows. The glow of violence emanates.
And so it begins.
[[Wait, what begins?]]A cruel dance between what is and isn’t. The pale shine of moonlight illuminates both of them, like actors in a play. A right hook and a right paw, an eye for an eye. Skin scathes and shreds, who’s exactly? No one knows . The glorified waltz continues, but a then a moment of obscurity dawns upon him. Who was he? How did he come here? Why did he pick a fight with the beast, and where on earth did such an abomination come into existence? Where are other people?
[[Yeah where are the others?]]
[[This story sucks, I'm outta here]]The man bolted from the scene as fast as his legs would allow him to do so. His mind jaded, his extremities numb and vision unclear, he looks for an exit. Relief washes over him, as he picks out two exits from the corner of his eye. Charitable gods.
[[He went for the yellow hazed exit]]
[[He went for the purple hazed exit]]Sorry, but you can't escape.Sike, he's dead. But here's another chance to help him out.Good call, If he stayed there a second more, he would be dead by now. But now, the moonlight could not guide him anymore and with it came:
absolute agony.
[[Wait, how am I guiding his actions again? Helloooo can anyone here mee?]]Hi buddy, it dosen't matter. But what does matter is balding.
[[okay, what are you even talking about now? Do I just resign my fate and not question you?]]Yes, that would do me a huge favour. Now where was I?
Ah yes, balding. Balding, the phenomenon of loss. Shedding everything away, sounds great doesn’t it? But with it comes a great cost, no discounts allowed sorry. The man; wait a minute. What was this man’s name? I don’t know, so let’s call him ‘U’. U knew this all too well, even though he did not ‘experience life’ for all its glory. Although, he embodied all its all horrors that came with this maddening miracle.
[[How? And also you should have atleast let me name him.]]Nope, also let's find out.
U is born on march 19-
ARGGHHH MAKE IT STOPP. PLEASE, please…
U is born. U is born. U is born. Born. Birth. Hurt. Born. Death.
[[...]]Daylight breaks loose. He is a cute little boy, pampered with care from people he did not know. People are also biting his cheeks, the madmen, the Pain tunneling down rushing with no end. Images of his love passing, one more distorted than the rest. He reaches out to it and…
Why is this so dramatic? I should switch it up a bit...hmm
Oh reader, I forgot to introduce myself. ( He brings out a pocket comb and sweeps his head with it. The tiny strands of hair that he has left now look presentable.) My name is Nigma. Why should you care about my name or what I have to say? I’m not sure why, life is meaningless anyways. Or is it an easy way out of for not confronting this gorge? Either way, let's get back to it.
[[Alright...]]and… U is awake from this deep slumber.
Have you ever felt a state of perplexion, so perplexed in itself that your brain short circuits? U felt this way, and wish he had somebody he could share this with but he came up with a compromise. He played this conversation with his imaginary friend, but this time it did not work out. Besides, the beast was gnarling at him behind the gate, he had no time to stand around here. Three paths laid bare for U, the bluish-purple lilac sky trying to tell him something. What does it tell him to do?
[[A flight of stairs going downwards, overlooking the city skyline. Scanning his surroundings using this would be a good call.]]
[[Some shady cottages to his left filled with a musty smell. It looks like could provide some much needed accommodation.]]
[[To his right, a set of creatures which did not look the welcoming type. Think your mother except that she had needles protruding out of her body everywhere. But this could work out, a life-form to interact with, finally.]]No, but here we are at last. Death. My old friend who I do not know much about and yet share an inexplicable bond to. Quite anti-climatic isn’t it? Is it the inevitable fate that we all share? Or is there a way to escape this delirium? It seems so, all our actions point towards doing this. Making a difference so our legacy stays on, procreating to keep our family line and species alive? Same thing, to perpetuate hell.
Anyhow, Is there a reason U did what he did? Did he wanted to end this cycle? Or are we asking the wrong question here? What was going on through his marvelous mind? Ugh, this cold is getting to me now. I… hmm, contradictions, conflicts, confusion. This messy consciousness won’t give me a break and I’m afraid it wont last long either. Is death is the only way out? Or am I miss-guided and biased? Would you call me a futile case? Or.., ah, is…is absolute innocence a good place to start from?
Oh reader, time is traveling faster than the speed of light, it’s… it’s not working right. I must… bid you farewell.
[[Farewell, you seemed kind of like an okay guy in the end.]]
[[What did I get myself into?]]Thank you <3Try as you may to make sense of what he did next, U choose the fourth path.
He decided to kill himself.
[[Do my actions even have a consequence?]]Try as you may to make sense of what he did next, U choose the fourth path.
He decided to kill himself.
[[Do my actions even have a consequence?]]Try as you may to make sense of what he did next, U choose the fourth path.
He decided to kill himself.
[[Do my actions even have a consequence?]]I don't know, but thanks <3