Across Two Worlds: The story of how I became a Hero

Chapter 2

A new world, No pants, No Shirt,  and weirdly a new outlook

"Ok, really!!! What? The. Fuck. Is. This. Shit."

Confusion is beginning to take hold. However, as the last bit of the final world left his mouth, was when, he felt it. Inching its way into his gaze he looked down at his own body and turned his head to look behind himself and then side to side. He turned his head back forward and sighed. Looking down at the front again, as if the first look didn't already confirm what he knew wasn't his imagination.

Laughing as though I've finally lost it.

"Where, are my fucking clothes! Why is my thing doing the damn wind dance in the open. I don't recall giving permission for you to freely move mother fuck..." stopping myself mid-sentence. I started to choke up, I felt relief. Happy had to be also a part of this feeling maybe excitement and awe tossed in for flavor. I couldn't begin to tell but, it wasn't that I was an unfeeling robot before but, emotions were something that were just dulled to such a degree that the previous person I was, never had the opportunity to really feel them. So, as I stood in this new place.... whoa I forgot something super important. The person I'm destined to become introduces himself to people.

"Wow! Now then, I feel dumb as crap, honestly the objects that all looked the same obviously trees. What else would they be? After all moments ago I was dying in a street, covered in my own blood!"

Yelling the last part getting caught up in his own stupid moment. Looking around he realized with another small bit of clarity perforating is racing thoughts. As his vision gained more color and vibrance, Hearing sounds from all around now, a smile planted itself on his face. Certain all his senses were back and in working order, which at the time he felt was a win. Only mildly dampened the following thought he had to be a far reach of anything portraying a reasonable conclusion to this new place he found himself in. Alas the genius thought like this anyway. Slamming his fist downward onto the open palm of his other hand, he confidently looked skyward.

"It happened I guess." He shook his head up and down closing his eyes to be dramatic.... for you guessed it. No reason.

"I have gone completely fucking insane, odds are I'm in a white jacket, drool down my cheek, and slamming my fucking head into the padded walls saying adventure over and over."

Content with his own rationalization of current events somehow he felt as though he gained a win. Oddly, thinking he was in a mental health facility was the winning ticket to the now calm and collected state his mind was in. How long this would last not even a god could tell you the answer to that one.

Now then where exactly should he begin, after his pat on the back session with himself, walking was all that came to mind for now. Really, what does he try to attempt first. Figuring out where he has ended up taking a seat in his priorities, He could ask questions and ponder after finding at least some pants. He sighed; the wind was slightly chilly.

"Ah, I think, it is spring here." He said to no one in particular. His memories for the most part being the current most difficult thing to put together in his mind. Hopefully, that wasn't a perpetual issue and just resolves itself in time. Choosing to ease the burden on his body and mind in any way he could.

To many ideas and possibilities swam through his mind, cluttering to the point where the sheer indecisiveness was ready to push him to insanity, or at least he'd felt that way, chuckling a bit to himself, the fact is the amount this bothered him, well was actually quite a bit better than having to force a courtesy chat at a gas station with the cashier.