As the bird flies more I see a mushroom house I the distance, it seems we're heading there. Okay, I could manage.
We get closer and closer, as the house gets bigger in my vision. All I could feel is numbness, maybe the leg pain spread through my body.
The bird slowly lets me down at the foot steps of the door. The bird expected me to stand up, but I immediately fell and hit my face. Luckily the bird didn't fly away, as I wasn't able to ring the doorbell, the crow squawked "CRAW CRAW! VISITOR! VISITOR!" Then quickly flew away.
I hear slow foot steps approaching, they open the door and, "oh dear!" They squat down and pick me up, "we better take this young one to the nursery!" Young one? I never thought I was that young, I feel even more pathetic. I feel like something you have to take care of, dragging me like an inanimate object that has no thoughts or value. Well, I don't, but it feels even worse because she is dragging me, I'm not even aware of where we're heading.
She drags me along her house, sugar plum pies, and a jar of sugar coated things. All random, to a cookie, to a tooth. It seems she trying to sugarcoat how sad she is. Probably not though, as she drags me I see multiple other patients, waiting for treatment. Most are in their respective beds with the door open, all, except one. One singular one, the door closed, a sign begging you not to enter. All you can see is a small window at the door. Look through and you'll see a deformed person, their face elongated and a smile that looks sown on.
I really should have known better, not trusting anyone, not going to bed, I should remember things, but I just don't. I want to, but it'll never happen most likely.
As she drags me a feel socks made of rubber bands and a dress filled of jelly beans and sweat. This really is a weird place, yet it makes me feel like I know more about this world. The fact this house looked tiny at the front door and now I've been dragged for it hours, it's denying the ways most houses work.
We come to a conclusion, a sudden change. My legs feel burnt after all I was dragged on floors made of concrete... huh? W-wha. It's cotton candy now? And under the cotton candy is spikes, which I don't want to be hit with.
She drags me more. "Now sweetheart, you stay here I'll be back soon enough with a spoonful of leg curing sugar." She placed me a a bright pick and organized bed. Turning with a grin and wink before bubbly walking out.
Her, outfit, it's weird. Rubber ducks and sticky notes, beads and gummy worms. It's strange.
I lay down on the bed, this entire room is bright and tiny. I would expect bigger, but it is tall. I guess I should note down my surroundings, on top of the bed they have ice cream as walls, well. Not walls, but they are pictures. More so wall decorations. And that's pretty much it, unless you count the yellow shelf. It's too tall for me to see anything on top of it. I squint and look around. Can I try and walk? Just to see?
I slowly move my arms to lift myself up, I was about to feel my feet on the ground. But as I scrambled to find the floor, I look down. WHAT THE- the floor is completely gone! I can't even see the bottom! I lift my arms to get on the bed. A small "ow" leaves my lips as my legs hit the bed. I lay there, suddenly, the woman appears again a bit different than before.
Her face more elongated than usual and teeth slightly more thicker. Small changes, but they couldn't have happened, she also looks older. 2 or 3 years at most.
"Did you try and see the yellow shelf?" Her voice isn't the same either- she shoves a spoon in my mouth, it tastes like sugar. I almost choke. As I pull, she shoves deeper, than letting it leave my mouth. My legs feel better now. I can feel them? It wasn't a lie it was 'leg curing.'
"Now sweetie, you should rest. That's the only way you'll get better." She smiles through her teeth and bugs in between.
Huh, sleep. I don't even know the time, but I suppose I could use it. I close my eyes and it's immediately. A deep slumber.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
I'm sorry if this is bad, but this is all for fun! I don't accept unwarranted criticism/advice, unless I ask you to, or I really need it. Word count: 813
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PomBon: the beginning of the strange world
FantasyA kid named PomBon landed in a strange place. Another world perhaps? Who can tell, they can't remember anything, sure, they know basic knowledge and understanding about the world around them. But no faces, what's their name? Why can't they remember...
