Running through the alleyway, tears racing down my face, the streetlights growing quieter and quieter, and an ache in the chest as a physical metaphor for a broken heart, crumbling with each step, further and further away from everything I've even known, but never truely escaping this plane of existance, for that is impossible on foot, at least it seemed.
Step. Step. Step. Step. Step. ...Where is the next step? Where is the ground? I felt my foot faze through the concrete, as if it had become nothing but an image in a videogame, noclipping through the thinnest line, in which there was none.
But when I opened my eyes after that moment, Instead of the black abyss of a no game, there was a hardwood floor.
Looking straight back at me. I stared back, another lonely tear falling into it.
Where have I fallen to? Did my wish come true? I regret it! I want out! This is too real! I just wanted some space I swear!
My piercing scream filled the room, Panic in every voice crack. I began to laugh in fear as I crawled up into my turtle shell, Hiding from the voices I heard around me, chittering and snapping around.
Until I felt myself drift away Into a peaceful slumber, away from everything, dreaming of all kinds of different enchanting and horrifying worlds. Birds swarming my head in a world that looks like a different kind of 3D.
And after what felt like thousands of years I had awoken.
But I heard those voices again.
I refuse to move.
Instead I'll listen carefully, examine the nooks and crannys of each click of their tongues, the tones and textures.
"But seriously, we could do so much with this!" This voice was chipper and silvery, and very sweet, it would probably smell like velvety strawberries and carmel if voices had a scent.
"And! If they don't already have one, we could give them quirks and make sooo many friends! And maybe I can keep some of the cute ones for myself~~!" I heard a slightly heeled shoe hop, along with two clonks on wood after. This feminine voice must be quite the child's spirit.
And then they stopped, and I could feel the presence of sight fixating on me. Perhaps they noticed I had woken up and attempted to eavesdrop.
"You're not a very good actor , kid." This voice was much lower and gruff, but almost smooth, and calming, like a senior cat's purr.
I flinches abit and opened my eyes slowly, squinting and looking at them, my raven black hair was covering my right eye, but it felt different. Like it was styled perhaps, or cut slightly. Not like my usual hair.
"Well. Thats new." He purred, tilting his head slightly at me, looking at my one visible eye.
He stood tall, perhaps around 5'10? A long black trenchcoat mildly glimmering in a faint sheen and a white lining of a patterened large ladder stitch hugging at his shoulders, a loose white shirt, seemingly torn from the collar, or cut perhaps, it hung low at his upper chest instead of his collarbone, his pale smooth skin patched with purple red-tinted skin stapled together at his collar to his lower lip and curved into a permanent smile up to his ears. His under eyebags like a pandas with the same patching, and his arms dressed in them like fingerless gloves almost.
His pants also littered with hoops of white lined ladder stitching and two roughened black boots on each foot.
But the most striking parts of this man were his eyes, which he covered partially in spiked, silky black locks. They were a swirl of blue and turquoise, like the waters of paradise, or a moon pool in an enchanted cave.
The girl who stood next to him at an approximate 5'0 feet
Her hair in polite messy buns on each side of her head, her bangs on both sides of her face and hung in a clean cut above her eyes.
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