Random Rainimator Stories

Insomnia

Inspired by the song Insomnia by Dr. Rader, hence the name of the title. I did not like the original version of this story, so now I've rewritten it to match with the visuals I associate with the song itself. The original version used headcanons I stole- I mean borrowed from Dexter Kronos. While this story no longer uses said headcanons, I am thankful that she doesn't seem to use Wattpad, otherwise, I would eat a bridge.

Some say that there is no afterlife. The only final resting place for the dead is forever falling into an endless void. Some say this void is in the End, and you can't climb back up once you fall. Others say it is in the pits of the Nether, guarded by the Nether King's trusted advisors. More might suggest this void is hidden in the Enchanted Forest in the Overworld after a spell cast by the Coven went wrong. Wherever it was, Lyria was sure she was in it.

She had woken up in the void, her surroundings as dark as a starless night sky. Lyria knew where she was the moment her eyes adjusted to the dark. She didn't dare move for fear of falling endlessly. Instead, she stayed still, paralysed. Then, Lyria realised she was not falling. She was standing firmly on her two feet. Nervously, she put a foot forward, then another until she was sure it was safe to walk. Was the void truly endless? What would she find once she reached the end?

The deeper Lyria went, the brighter the void became. It transformed, turning from black to a radiant pink. A darker pink mist seemed to form, too, hovering close to the ground, trying to grab at Lyria. Lyria kept walking, not letting the change distract her. She had to find her way out of here. There was no way she was dead and in the afterlife that people talked about so much. She had to get back to the Overworld.

The further she walked, the louder the music became. It was barely noticeable when she had awoken, but she could hear it clearly now. It sounded heavenly, definitely not of the void or any dimension for that matter. It was music that mimicked the sound of a choir, of angels and Valkyries chanting.

Lyria started to run. To where? No idea. From who? Also no idea. Lyria only knew that her fight-or-flight response had kicked in, and she had chosen to fly, or rather, run. Could she fly in the pink void? No, she couldn't. Her elytra was rendered useless in a place where death roamed its streets.

The void began to change again. One moment, it was a pink maze, the walls bright and misty. Next, circular holes were opened up on the sides. Memories that weren't her own began to pop up in the holes. Lyria held back from looking into them, trying to walk out of the maze she found herself in.

Yet, the memories were too tempting, a window into the lives of others she would never meet. She peered into the closest one.

There was a young girl with lavish purple hair. She was holding the hands of another woman with a lighter shade of purple hair. They were spinning each other around, their laughter loud enough for the wind to hear. The sky in the memory was a glorious shade of purple, blending in with their hair.

Something urged Lyria to step closer into the memory, as if to become one with the memory. Slowly, Lyria pushed her head through the hole until she found her entire body inside.

The young girl and the older woman were moving away now. The sky remained, but the hill began to shrink, flattening back to the ground. Soon, Lyria was standing on ice, as blue as the hairdye Azura used.

The walls were high and glassy. She was surrounded by ice. She found that she could move freely, meaning she was not trapped. Her eye caught sight of a woman hugging an ice statue. Her blonde hair was rumpled and dirty, the colour of soft golden sun rays. Lyria moved closer, noticing the statue resembled a young girl. The woman was sobbing into the shoulder of the statue, muttering something under her breath. Lyria moved closer until she could hear what she was saying.