[ DISCONTINUED / REWRITING ]Tattooed: A Tale of Fate | Kafka x F!Reader

12 | Fairytale (Part 2)

Kafka's eyelids snap open. Confusion arose as she observed the unfamiliar environment in which she found herself. Her attention is captured by a particular figure whose body is high above the ground in the far distance. Chains encircle their bodies, and they seem to be in a standing position as if the air itself were their ground.

Kafka first assumed she was alone, but she found herself proven wrong. Something else is before the figure. The only reason Kafka was able to confirm this is due to random, rainbow-coloured rays sparking out of nowhere. As well as a distant, indescribable sound. It almost resembled a spoken language.

She awakens from her trance when the figure begins to speak.

"What a cruel, twisted fate," they murmured, a hint of bitterness in their voice.

Their voices sounded distorted, but recognizable words were still heard. This provides evidence that they're an intelligent being. However, one thing was lingering in the back of Kafka's mind. It frustrated her because she couldn't wrap her head around why she felt this way. For some reason, the voice felt familiar to her, but from where and from whom?

Kafka didn't have time to process everything because, all of a sudden, she began falling. The distance of the chained figure grew more distant every second. Finally, it was no more, and Kafka's body landed in a body of water.

"And even more is love."

The unknown entity spoke one last time, but it was already out of Kafka's field of hearing. She landed with a loud splash. A gasp escapes the woman's mouth, causing air bubbles to form.

Kafka's first thought was to get out so she wouldn't drown. The realisation then dawned on her: she wasn't in the real world. She's still in your subconscious, even though it's hard to believe. The times she had entered this deep into your subconscious, it was to say, purer. One of the only times she could think of a situation that had similar circumstances. It was... Kafka shakes her head.

She takes a few deep breaths, and her suspicions are confirmed. She can breathe underwater completely fine.

"This is not the time to get lost in past matters."

Kafka takes more deeply measured breaths. Easing the unusually intense beating in her heart. Calmly, she calmly assesses her surroundings and the events that just occurred. She finds herself in a deep sea where light shines none. It lacks liveliness; anyone who spends a long period of time here would go mad at the absolute nothingness of beings and sounds. Kafka wondered: had this been your reality within her absence? It's a selfish thought, but Kafka hoped it was because it would mean that she was needed and wanted by you. Even when your memory has been wiped clean.

The event of when you died remains a mystery, with years of her life gone just to find you. In a twisted way, she hoped that this was indeed your reality. That she was the light in the dark world that had captured you. Like how you were hers.