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• Art by ClNsg79 on Twitter •
• Chapter Release → 3/11/2023 •
• Warnings/Notes → We're finally in the digital world! Poor Pomni is anxious about absolutely everthing, which just makes me wanna squeeze her. Her trying to swear as much as possible is probably one of my favourite scenes in the pilot, but I'm not sure if I did it justice. •
• Word Count → 2811 •
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You vaguely remembered what your first few moments in this party-wrapped world were. A few blinding lights here, the searing sounds of white noise there. An itchingly familiar sensation of pins-and-needles skittering up and down your body and the tightness of the shoddy VR headset twining firmly around your head and pressing into your skull - Actually, that last bit was seared into your brain, no vague about it.
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There was also a sickening pop which you'd promptly shoved into the back of your mind, and for all intents purposes, it was going to stay like that.
You couldn't forget the darkness, either. That part you also remembered vividly. Being deprived of one of your most vital senses. Waking up in pitch dark felt like you'd woken up in the belly of space. Nowhere and nothing was familiar - In fact, there was nowhere and nothing in front of you to even feel familiar in the first place. It was just darkness.
Then it was shockingly bright, and within a blink, you were standing in the middle of an abnormally large stage with legs like a baby fawn. Not the best memory, to be honest.
Your alone time in this place was starting to get to you, maybe. Your head was starting to feel foggy, but it didn't sound like what abstraction was. Whatever that was, anyway. Ragatha had explained it to you, but you'd never actually experienced it first-hand. All you had at the moment was a vague idea. Who knows, maybe you were wrong, but something in your gut told you this wasn't whatever abstraction was.
Maybe Jax and Ragatha were right about your alone time - Well, Ragatha at least. Anything that came out of the rabbitoid's mouth you tended to disregard almost immediately. At least the doll always had your best interest in mind.
However, this one particular part of your brain liked to remind you, your alone time let you think and remember. And as much as you'd like to put it behind you, the thought of forgetting unnerved you. You'd already forgotten your previous life, name and all, faces blurred beyond recognition and no inkling of who you might've been - You didn't want to forget anymore. The thought scared you more than the concept of abstraction.
Okay, maybe not that much. Going permanently insane sounded worse than forgetting, but it was a close certainly a close second!
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Sometimes you wondered how this had all happened.
Occasionally, you'd have these brief flashes of what you assumed was your previous life, but it all felt so alien to you! Like you were watching someone else live their life through camera lenses sneakily placed in their eyes. They usually only happened whenever you had a brief peaceful moment, and you were a hundred percent certain it was somehow Caine being spiteful for his own entertainment (even if he claimed he had no control over your mind). The timing was too perfect on an all-consistent basis.
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𝗙𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸 𝗦𝗵𝗼𝘄 | ❣ Pomni ❣ |
Fanfic(Reader + Pomni) (Gender-Neutral Reader) Dammit, who knew putting on a sketchy, kinda dirty and probably infested VR headset would've led you here of all places? In some wacky digital circus which you're almost certain is a death-trap wrapped in con...
