I Am Unit #0064

Chapter 1: Good Thing We Come With Necks!

Bristles
Soft, plentiful bristles run through my fingers as I run through fields and fields
Golden stalks of wheat shimmer in the glistening, golden sun
A strong, glorious wind rushes through the fields
"There's so much food here," I thought.
I wish I could bring it all back to the real world.
Darkness and Crimson shadows consume the corners of my world, and I can feel my heart sink in my chest. The fabrics of my realty are viciously torn, until the Eater of my world comes for me, and everything goes black.
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I open my eyes, and a sun that didn't look like the one I saw shone directly in my face. I squinted, and raised a hand to cover my eyes from the sunlight. Blinding streaks of light shot through the spaces between my fingers, regardless of my attempts to shield my eyes. I dragged myself out bed like a zombie rising from the dead and closed the curtains. Rubbing the crust out of my eyes, I look around my room. On the baby blue wall opposite of my plainset curtains, my plainset bed is backed against it, in the center of it. To the left, a small bookcase with glass doors can be found. All parts of the plainset package I received when I first started attending Ouroboros High. Three sharp knocks sound at my door to the right, and I step up to it, looking through the peephole to see a shorter boy than myself waiting on the other side; dressed in polished black shoes, navy blue slacks, a belt with the Ouroboros High crest in the buckle, & a white long-sleeve shirt with a navy blue vest over it. "Standard uniform," I thought. His sleeves were rolled up, exposing scrawny forearms. His face had a sharp jaw to it, with beady, dark brown eyes that seemed to drill into people. His forehead lead up to shortly cut and parted hair, gelled and combed to the side. He often reminded me of an ant, hence the nickname I gave him. I opened the door, and greeted him with "There's my favorite little insect!" His sharp gaze warmed, and he smiled. "You're always such a mess when you wake up; I guess I'll let that comment slide." He shouldered his way past me, and opened my curtains again. "You ever enjoy the sunlight every now and then, Will?" He questioned. I turned to him, shutting the door. "Only when it doesn't attack me while I sleep." He sighed. "I wish it would more often, maybe then I wouldn't have to be your morning alarm." Ant sat on the bed. Scratching my head, and shuffled my way to the bathroom, where I kept my uniform ready for me. Undressing, I stepped into the shower.

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He stepped into bathroom and closed the door behind him. I laid back into the bed, chilling. I could hear him quietly sing in the shower, and I chuckled. He's shy about singing around other people, but I can always hear him. He's not that sneaky. A real genius, but terrible at being clever like me. Like a car with no engine. Certain he won't get out soon, I snatch his uniform from the corner and pull his vest from it. I open it, and use my thumbs to straighten the tag. Reads, "Property of Wilson Blount." Funny...
I unbutton my own vest and pull the tag. In the same font, "Property of Jeremy Golding." His name is right; this name ain't mine. The shower stops, and I can hear him pull a towel off the rack. I hurriedly folded the vest, and put it back with the rest of his uniform. I stood up, and he came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. "Forgot my uniform," he explained. I picked his uniform off his bed and chucked it at him. "You'd forget your head if it wasn't attached to your body." He caught the shirt and unbuttoned vest, but the rest fell out of his hands. Picking his uniform up, he said, "It's a good thing we come with necks!"