°• | Circus Oddity [REWRITTEN]

°• | I: Notion - The Rare Occasions

The last thing he remembered was a large portal. He couldn't even remember the colour, or even where he was when he had been when he saw it. Once he had registered what happened, it was already too late. He felt as if he were falling, his whole body feeling lighter than ever. He couldn't open his eyes, as if he were paralysed. As he collided with something soft, he began to slowly regain his vision. It wasn't much, but at least he knew that he was still alive.

He could think of many worse situations he could be in right now. It sure wasn't this.

His body was numb, his head not clearly recognising his surroundings as his vision blurred into darkly coloured blobs of colour as he tried his best to glance around. He could just barely make out the shapes of objects in the room he was in.

The more he focused, the more he could move, and the more his vision began to return to normal. As it fully cleared, he sat up from whatever he had been laid down upon.

Suddenly, his head collided with a piece of wood. The sudden collision and pain caught him off guard, and he instantly brought a hand to his head. The room was dark, yet he knew that he was probably going to have a bruise there. After all, the spot that he had just hit was very sensitive.

Feeling around in the darker parts near him, his hand hit more and more wood above him. Just by sitting up and raising his arms, he determined that the soft platform he was on slightly began to creak with every movement.

This was a bed, more specifically a bunk bed. A comfortable one at that. He had been covered up with large blankets, as well as given pillows to sleep on. The blankets were soft and fuzzy, which gave them a nice texture.

Taking his eyes away from the bed, he noticed that there was a ray of sunshine creeping through the long curtains at the window. From what he could tell, they were light green in colour and fairly see-through.

Taking his time to take the covers off, he slowly made his way to get out from beneath the bunk. As soon as he stands, he feels a sharp pain in his leg. This causes him to catch himself on his other leg. Slowly, he takes one step in front of the other to make sure that he doesn't hurt his leg again.

Making it to the window, he squints his eyes as he peers through the curtains. At first he saw people. A lot of people. Some were adults, others were children. Some were even pointing at the building that he resided in at the moment.

He lets out a sigh as he runs his hands through his hair. He winced each time his hand got caught in a tangled strand. He really needed to take a shower, or SOMETHING. He felt dirty. It wasn't fun being dirty, unless you were at some kind of competition. Like MCC for example. That was fun, and you got dirty.

He shook his head to clear the memories of MCC. He had to focus on now, or else he wouldn't survive. He needed to be the big man, like Tommy used to call him.

Making his way away from the window, he hummed softly. Peering out of the door of the room, he noticed that the place he was in was rather small. There was a kitchen off to the side which was both illuminated by the television and the light from outside that crept through the windows. It was neatly decorated with both light and dark coloured marble stones. The wood was coloured to match the stone.

Tearing his eyes away from the kitchen, it rested on the living room. It had a tan coloured couch, and he could just barely see the figure of an arm against the television. It was just barely dangling off of the armrest.

His humming ceased as he carefully crept forwards, not wanting to wake up whoever had been laid out on the couch. He didn't want to block the light from the TV in case it would wake them up, so he just peered over the couch. He blinked, his eyes focusing to make out the one that was asleep on the couch.