Wonderer's Wish World 2: Evolutionary Rebirth

Dawn of the Darius

An annoying blinking darkness broke Darius' sleep, and he groaned his frustration, rolling over. It didn't seem to help.

"Come on," Darius muttered, his eyes still squeezed shut. "I just got escaped an island full of meat-eating dinosaurs and even worse humans. Don't I deserve a-."

Suddenly, Darius' eyes shot open. His own words were a reminder to him of what just happened, and he shot out of bed, panicking. That was real, right? He was home... right?

But the ceiling above him, lit up in that mysterious, and annoying, blinking red light, was unfamiliar. Darius' eyes scanned the room he was in, a boring grey one that had cracks in the ceiling and walls and absolutely no furniture to speak up. Just like the ceiling, it was completely unfamiliar.

Darius clutched at his shirt, his breath coming out harsh and uneven. No... no, they had escaped hadn't they? They had finally gotten off of that island, out of that nightmare, and now they were home!

Or, they should be. Darius could not lie to himself, even as he was hoping against hope that he wasn't really seeing what was right in front of him. What, had he hallucinated meeting with his brother again? Had he hugging his father and mother? The ride home? Everything?

And where were the others? A quick scan of the strange room, covered in dust and spiderwebs, confirmed that they were not here. But where could they be? What happened? Where was he?

Even the fabric Darius was gripping tightly was not what he remembered. When Darius finally looked down at himself, he saw a grey button up shirt, and a green jacket wrapped on his shoulders. Darius tugged at them, confused. What was this? He'd never seen these clothes in his life... clearly, this was more that just hallucinating going home, but what did it mean?

Suddenly, Darius was seized with panic. The necklace. Oh no, please, please, please...Darius reached under his shirt... and breathed a sigh of relief as his fingers curled around his most important possession. The only thing he still owned that he had taken to Jurassic World, the only thing that had survived the trip, and now, the only thing that had followed him here, to this room. Whatever that was.

Ignoring all his questions for now, Darius took out the necklace from under his shirt, and pressed it to his forehead, trying to calm his breathing and his rising panic. Apparently, he had been muttering things to himself this entire time without realizing it, and he quieted himself, trying to focus.

"...Okay," he whispered once he felt significantly less worried. "Okay. I'm okay, I'm alive... and I will get through this. I'll get home. But first I have to find my friends."

Darius took one last deep breath, and raised his head, immediately wincing as the blinking red light once again made itself known. Okay, first he'll turn that off, and then he'll find his friends.

"I can't believe you were my alarm clock," Darius huffed, shifting his glare to the source of the blinking red light: a bracelet thing, kind of like a watch, but far bulkier, with a square screen, that lit up with red light. It was bright and irritating, but at the very least, it wasn't making noise. Darius picked it up, studying it. "I don't even have an alarm clock."

Darius touched the screen, and as soon as he did, the blinking stopped. Now, green words appeared on the black screen, just large enough for Darius to read.

To properly use The Red Box, please put it onto your wrist.

"The Red Box?" Darius repeated, studying it. It was... not red, it black. "Uh, sure. I don't really know if I should trust this, though..."

If Darius was expecting the watch to talk to him, he was sorely disappointed. The words on the screen stayed the same, and, after a minute of thinking (of which not much thinking was done), Darius put it on like a watch. Trust it or not, Darius was a little curious.