-The Clinic For The Strange-

PROLOUGE

She was running.

From whom, or WHAT, she had no idea. But she could feel its heavy, rancid breaths puffing upon her neck, and its thudding footfalls tearing up the ground behind her. Suddenly a thicket of brambles rose up in front of her. She saw a small path in between them and dashed through the opening. She realized that with a glimmer of hope that the creature was being slowed down, while she could easily slip through the thorn maze. But as she was racing through the thicket, a small stone turned under her feet and she tripped, landing upon her face. She tried to scramble up again, but it was too late. She could feel a cold shadow looming over her. She barely had time to look up into its glowing, hard eyes before she was flung full force into a tree trunk. She slightly registered herself slipping away before her eyes drifted shut.

She felt herself sinking into the inky, cold dark, but only for a moment before she burst through the bottom and landed in a fluffy, cloud hollow. It... was fairly comfortable for death, she thought, if that's what this even was. Suddenly three items popped into life in front of her. One of them was a golden butterfly, fluttering softly. The second was a glistening red rose, with dewdrops that gleamed like diamonds. But the last one was the one that really caught her eye. It looked like a pure piece of azure sky, in a teardrop. She moved to get a closer look, but before she could, she felt a stabbing pain in her chest. the idyllic pink cloud world bled into a dark red, like blood, and the three items crumbled away. She curled up into a ball, as her entire head faded into chaos and scribbles and she felt her eyes splitting and spreading across her face, turning her into... something.

What she had felt before was nothing compared to this. She could feel a rot spreading through her body, and all eyes landed on her.