TXT Fic Plots

Hireath (TXT + Reader)

I saw a TikTok or something on beautiful words and Hireath was one of them. It was like, the absence of home or something. From that, I wanted to make my own choose your adventure story. I didn't have much written for this, but I had a little. I had no idea where I was going with this, but it was a direction.

Prologue:

  The sky was pink. Not the type of pink that reminds people of bubble gum or one of those pink erasers. Not the type of pink that one may look at and think of Valentine's Day. It was pink that would remind someone of candy floss. Cotton candy is synonymous to candy floss, and yet, the words didn't feel right to describe the formed wisps of clouds that hung in the air. That being said, the sky couldn't technically be seen. It was covered by the brilliant pink wispy clouds that looked like candy floss and even though clouds were the only thing that could be seen, it wasn't dark like a typical rainy day would be. It was brighter than any day anyone had ever witnessed. It was like the sun was ten times closer than usual.

The sky was pink but that was what was bothersome. The sky was pink. That's not how it was supposed to be. For the entirety of her life, (Y/N) was taught to connotate the sky with blue. The sky was blue. Not pink. So why was her vision filled with a sky that was pink? And not only that.

When (Y/N) opened her eyes and instead of being greeted with the usual sight of the ceiling in her room, or one of her walls, she was met with this unusual, very hazy sky, she was confused to say the least. It was a sky that made her feel like she needed glasses to see properly. This felt weird to her. Why would she be greeted by a sky? Where was her all-too-familiar room? But, as if to emphasize that this odd coloured sky wasn't even close to the thing she should be worrying about, she felt a poking at her hand.

  The ground was a pale yellow.

  'The ground?' She thought.

  This was far from her bed. This was far from her room. This was far from her home. Her home didn't have pink skies. Her home didn't have pale yellow grounds that seemed almost like CGI, and most importantly, her home most definitely did not have chipmunks that wore sweaters, save the animated characters from that one series that she'd never bothered to watch.

  But there in front of her was that pink sky, that yellow ground, and that chipmunk wearing a lavender sweater that was lighter in colour than the plants that surrounded her. This furthered her confusion. A pink sky, yellow ground, chipmunk with a sweater, and purple plants? She was far from home and she had no clue how she had got there.

  (Y/N) pulled her hand away from the sweater wearing creature and it moved backwards, startled with the surprise of her sudden movement. It's eyes looked into hers with nothing short of wonder. It was obvious that just as she had never seen anything like them, they had never seen anything like her. Their eyes were animatedly big as they watched her every move.

  First, she put one hand to her eyes, stretching her other arm out as she pushed herself up. She twisted her back, her eyes clenched closed as she stretched the muscles in her back. The sound that filled the otherwise silent air were the small pops and cracks of the bones in her back. She felt sore. Sleeping on the ground was never good. She rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand, no doubt spreading some of the yellow dirt on her face. It was then and only then, that she leant back, using her hands to keep her upright, that she finally took in the majority of her surroundings.

  Now, not only had she seen the pink sky, but she had seen her abnormally large surroundings. The blades of purple and blue grass were the size of what she considered trees. The rocks were as big as hills, and the trees? If the blades of grass were trees, then the trees were mountains. Not only were the colours of everything messed up, but the scale of everything was messed up too.