❝ 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲, 𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐬... ❞
-in which a girl comes across the webs of the underworld, handled by three life beings that belong to another realm. now she has to deal with a...
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I didn't have a quirk.
Or at least I wasn't supposed to have one. So when I suddenly suffocated with thoughts over ultimate life forms and answers to the universe I couldn't understand, naturally.. I freaked out. I ended up being so shocked by the skyrocketing knowledge that entered my brain simultaneously, that my heart stopped beating at a normal pace. It felt as if I chugged a concoction of blue Gatorade with gummy worms down the hatch, and it entered my bloodstream. To be honest it isn't too bad. Until you come across the eerie voice of perception in your mind, idling closer to your nerves, edging for something to go wrong and completely mess you over.
That is when it spoke, spiking up my senses, I felt a tingling sensation brew inside of my skin, like when a part of your body falls asleep so you feel those needles poking you, but it felt so good. I always liked the sensation of my leg or arm falling asleep for no particular reason.
"I can feel your confusion."
So it can tell I'm confused? That should be obvious to begin with. Though if it can read my thoughts I'd have to be careful with what I think.
"I am inside of you. Inside of your body." The silky voice spoke solemnly into my mind, raving echoes and a luminescent feeling of tranquility.
It felt like speaking with a God to say the least.
But something tells me this is no God.
"I have observed you grow years and years to now. The moment of expectancy." To say the voice felt like silk was no understatement. Maybe it was to enthrall prey into a den. But what sort of den? All these senses tell me I'm in trouble. But these senses were never here until now. So then what was the purpose of them being here now?
"..." I couldn't bring myself to speak. Not a word. Not a single stutter. Not even a peep. Perhaps I was actually scared. I can't say I've never felt fear, I feel it quite often in this society I was forced to adapt in.
