𝚂𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝙰𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 [𝚐.𝚒 𝚟𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚡 𝚐𝚗!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛]

II

"I fucked up, I fucked up, I fucked up! Oh shit oh shit shitshitshitshit!!"

Well that was welcoming.

The incessant mumbling made your eye twitch. You peeled them open with great difficulty. Your eyelids felt like weights were holding them down and your eyes themselves felt covered in sand, as if they had been staring at a screen for way to long and your body was trying desperately to say 'bitch you need to get to sleep right fucking now, I'm not playing with you anymore.'

Your head and limbs were clouded and equally as heavy as your eyes, giving you the feeling of being underwater, though that voice, it still hadn't stopped mumbling, was clear as day.

You pushed yourself up, digging your elbows into the ground(?) and using the very little core strength you had to get the rest of your body up.

One look around and you realized you weren't in Kansas anymore. Tall trees lined your sight casting shadows from the noon sun into your eyes. Lively, green grass tickled your fingers, swaying in the calming breeze that wafted through the clearing.

The crunch of leaves caught your attention and you turned only to see a pacing boy about the age of seventeen or eighteen muttering under his breath. He was draped in white clothes, accented with gold, too big for his lithe figure. Snug, low heeled boots fitted his feet and black tassels hung from the lapels of his coat. His hair was short and feathery, falling messily into his dark almond eyes, white as his clothing. A frown pulled at his lips and his eyebrows furrowed, creasing his forehead.

Though, what really caught your eye was the beautiful pair of fairy-like wings that sprouted from his back. They were translucent, with only the slim veins to see, that then faded onto a shimmering gold. They fluttered as he paced, sometimes flapping quickly before falling to hit the backs of his legs and skim the waving grass.

Having stared for an awkwardly long amount of time, you eventually caught his eye. His face flashed with surprise and he rushed over, falling next to you, somehow not staining his clothes with the grass.

"Are you alright? Are you hurt?" He delicately cupped your face, tilting it back and forth, searching you for any injuries. His gaze traveled down your body and ending at your feet. He looked back towards you and you saw his pupils contract with worry.

Shaking your head to clear the fog you focused on him, trying not to blush from how close he was and how intensely he was gazing at you.

"Yeah I'm fine, I'm good."

His eyebrows relaxed, a relieved smile twitched on his lips. "That's good."

His hands dropped from your cheeks and you found yourself missing the warmth, but a particularly harsh wind snapped you from your daze.

"Where-" you cleared your throat, attempting to get rid of the awful scratchy sound. "Where are we? And who are you?"

He sucked in a breath. "So the thing is-"

"That doesn't sound good."

"'-you kind of died-"

"I was right."

"And then got transferred to another universe."

He shrugged like he was trying to say 'sorry' and his teeth clenched. He cracked his knuckles then drummed his fingers on his knees.

The air had escaped your lungs, leaving you gasping. Your hands dug into the dirt, grasping for some kind of weight to keep you tethered to earth (was this even earth?).

"Are you joking?" You managed to say through the tears gathering in your eyes.

He winced. "No?"

You glared at him. "Why did you say it like that?"