Sewer King - DC SI

Chapter 01: Into the Sewers

You see, waking up in an unfamiliar world was not that of a novelty for him. Being a lucid dreamer, he was able to mostly maintain his focus and calm as he felt pain on the back of his head... He looked around first, the darkness and dampness of the surrounding area was heavy, it made the air thick with this weird and very uncomfortable warmth to it. 'One, two, three, four, five... six, seven, eight, nine, ten- No, I must've counted it wrong.' Blinkig haphazardly and slowly getting into panic mode, he once more counted his fingers, making the reality check: '-ten. Fuck, oh fuck, oh shit oh fuck oh shit-' It was almost a reflex at this point, but while he was internally panicking, he asserted his surroundings. Meet Atlas, or rather, Atlas...? What was his surname again? He knows he's the son of- wait, who was his mother again? No, that's not right. He remembers clearly that his father's name was-

Wait... why can't he remember?

'Okay, at least I remember my first name... Atlas. Atlas it is.' This was a disorienting situation, but he was used to this- He doesn't remember exactly why, but he's got the sensation that maybe he had experience with being in highly stressful situations? Even though he could feel panic grip his heartstrings and play it like a fiddle, his mind was still analytical and observant. He noticed the hole above him, where he most likely had either fallen from or been thrown down, and looking at his own body- it was a rather nice body, all things considered... He had some fat, not a lot of it, but definitely a body of someone who doesn't exercise regularly. He had long fingers that had calluses, a sign of someone who is hard working, and he also had various tiny scars across his arms, they looked like small cuts too. 'Self inflicted?' An option not to be dismissed, but not to be analyzed further because he saw the glaring problem he was going to have- the lack of legs.

From halfway up the thigh down, he had no legs.

Only these stumps that still hurt. 'Ah, that's why I didn't notice I don't have legs.' Because he was feeling what was called Phantom Limb Syndrome a condition in which patients experience sensations, whether painful or otherwise, in a limb that does not exist. It has been reported to occur in 80-100% of amputees, and typically has a chronic course, often resistant to treatment. 'And the Phantom Pain too.' He winced slightly at the stabbing sensation of pain in an invisible and long gone pair of legs, which was really weird! He moved his stumps a little bit before he shrugged- adapt. That's what he'll do! 'Don't have legs? Drag myself with my arms. Don't have arms? Wiggle like a worm- if worms can do it, so can I!' He was able to place both hands on the wet and sloppy ground, he cringed at the sensation before looking down to see this green goo that looked really disgusting. "Urgh- oh, my voice sounds different... younger?" So he was younger? It was definitely his voice, he could tell and feel it deep within his soul, it was his voice.

'Also, what the fuck is that?' He narrowed his eyes when he this small and translucent book icon in the corner of his vision, and no matter where he looked, it would move alongside his vision with no hesitation. It was almost like an unseen hound attached to the side of his vision, like on of those criptids from American culture or whatever... what was his name again? Hidebehind or something like that? That one that if it stays still, it can simply hide whenever and wherever and its almlst impossible to notice they're there. He focused for a moment on the floating book icon and he could see it expand for a split second and-

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Q&A | Manifest | Configurations
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'...what is this...' There was this almost, metaphysical understanding of the thing before him. It was a manifestation of a single word: Library. Just by wondering what this was, he knew what it was- a library, containing the knowledge of thousands of different worlds with different concepts, nations, people, and thoughts. It was simply amazing, to have access to such magnificent and incredible source of knowledge... 'I mean, is there anything to help me, here and now, to get out of this situation?' He wiped his greened hand on his shirt- it was dirty anyway -before he guided his index finger to touch the screen and- it passed right through it. "Ah... right." It was only in his head, after all! Instead, he imagined a single finger touching the words [Configurations] in front of his eyes- immediately, the screen faded into another, and this one had a few other things.