A groan escaped from our mysterious figure, the pain that plagued their mind vanished after reaching a warm place. No longer bothered by the horrid cold snow of the underground as they sat up, grasping the side of their head wondering what happened.
They couldn't help but try to make sense of their predicament.
Where are they?
What happened?
They froze, no longer did they feel the smoothness of flesh, but bones. They frantically look at themselves. Their eye sockets widening, their eye-lights flaring with alarm.
They cannot believe it.
"What the hell..."
They don't know why. But their once smooth skin is gone, it being replaced by a boney exterior.
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{ A change of view is in order }
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"Why.."
He couldn't understand, he would never understand.
How did he end up in this situation? As a skeleton no less.
Not just any skeleton, a magical one. He shivered, the overwhelming amount of magic coursing through his rather fragile bones, it makes one wonder if one could ever feel the same way for bones as it does for muscles. Weirdly, it feels like a muscle as well. He can feel it, the way it threatened to burst from his magical structure just so it could be of use, to bend the world into its own image. He relented and sigh, calming himself soon afterwards as flashes of memories fade from his mind. It being more blurry and obscure rather than clear cut memories.
It was murky, and hard to really comprehend
He remembers yes, but he doesn't? A weird contrast to know and to not know.
He observe himself first, his hands are made of bones, having extra features to them that adds a "meaty" exterior. Having plates on his arm that acts as his illusion of skin, his clothing was peculiar. A blue jacket, fur hood, sport shorts and pink slippers. He doesn't know who would wear these clothings in a place where the cold is evidently frequent or perhaps permanent, though he can attribute that he doesn't really feel the cold because of the fact that he's a god damn skeleton. He sighed once more, his eye-lights looking over to the rest of his surroundings. An upstairs, broken windows and part of the ceiling has collapsed. The TV is destroyed from a piece of debri that seems to have taken place a long time ago but he digressed. He stood up for the first time, finding himself stumbling the same way as before but this time, he adapted quicker and easier. He walked room to room.
Discovering the ruins of the kitchen, a bathroom that is in the same state as the kitchen and then the two other rooms. Broken, beaten, battered snd absolutely ruined to oblivion that he couldn't make out what their originsl state would have been like.
"Jeez."
He shivered, looking at the holes and debris. It was charred judging by the burnt marks on the edges and a powerful one too. He could still smell the burning smell accompanied by dust, causing him to recoil instinctively, making him blink. Why did he react like that? He shook his head. He couldn't think about meaningless things, he should be trying to find supplies, food, anything that would be of use. He searched and searched, grabbing a hold of debris and flipping them over but found nothing until he stumbled upon a broken part of a cabinet that still hold a part of its wares, the important one being a key, it was rusted but completely intact so he put it in his pocket for the time being. Suddenly, a Screen came up to him, causing him to yelp and jump back at the sudden appearance of a digitalized screen out of thin air.
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Desolate Expedition
FanfictionA person of unknown origin find themselves in an unfamiliar body with snippets of memories seeping through their mind. with a power so different from any other. Lost and alone. What will they do? Who would be so cruel to leave them in this state? ...
