1970 (Crybaby Fanfiction)

Chapter 1~ Whole New World

Crying. True to her name, crybaby was curled in fetal position on her bed, crying. Her tears fell to the ground, harder and harder. She cried until she ended up crying herself to sleep. Throughout the night, four different nightmares came in her sleep, each worse then the last. She had a dream she was taken away from her family, that including her brother. Her brother was all she had, and she loved him, despite his addiction to canibis. This was the first of the nightmares. Then she dreamt she was killed by Blue Boy, the only one that actually loved her back. That was nightmare two. Next, she dreamt her father brought a million strippers- male and female- into the house. She feared this, for her father always went out to strip clubs, occasionally bringing girls home late at night. This was nightmare three. Finally, she dreamt that one day she disappeared without a trace, and no one remembered her. She always convinced herself no one would care if she was gone, but part of her doubted it was true. This was the final nightmare, nightmare four.

She awoke, and, after rubbing her eyes, noticed something strange. This wasn't her room. Well, it was, but it didn't look like her room. It looked completely different, nothing was the same as it once was. The color pink covered nearly everything in the room, and there were far more patterns covering it. She didn't mind this though, she liked pink, and she liked patterns. However, she wondered where her old bedroom went, and where she now was. 'Whatever,' she thought, and decided she'd go throughout her day as she normally would. She went over to her dresser, which matched the rest of the room, and opened it. Done of her typical outfits were there. However, each drawer was filled with bright turtle necks, patterned dresses, and bell-bottom pants. There was no way she'd be seen out in public wearing any of it, except maybe one of the dresses. She put that dress aside, just in case she couldn't find anything else. She searched the closet, and found nothing. She sighed and threw on the dress she had put aside. She reached for her phone, but it wasn't where she usually kept it, or anywhere in the room. She was really starting to wonder where she was, and where her home was. She opened her bedroom door, and checked her brother's room, thinking he might know. He wasn't in there. She checked her father's room, empty. No father. No random girl. She went downstairs and checked the couch. Her mother wasn't there either. She checked the whole house. Her brother's cannibis- gone. Her mother's alcohol- gone. Her father's condoms, which he kept away in a drawer in his room- gone. Everything anyone in her family owned was gone and replaced. Everything was bright and had a comforting sense, unlike her home, where depression clinged to the walls, where even fear itself trembled, and anger was something regularly taken out on anything and anyone.

She decided she'd go outside to try to figure out what was going on, and how to get back to the world she lived in. Even the outside world looked different- bright colors everywhere. She just wanted to grab a giant paintbrush and make everything go together, but she couldn't. She strolled calmly through town, despite her anxiety eating her alive. There were so many people around, everyone talking to one another. She walked into a candy shop, hoping to find some bit of silence. Luckily for her, she did. It was, for the most part, still and silent for a candy shop. She looked at everything around her, and say that she could purchase some candy for only a penny. She wasn't​ in a candy mood though, so, instead, she kindly walked to the counter. "Excuse me, sir." She said, Trying to make herself sound as innocent and calm as possible. "Why hello there young lady." The man behind the counter replied, smiling from ear to ear. "How may I be of assistance?" Crybaby shifted her eyes around nervously. "Actually, sir, I was just wondering what today's date was?" She forced herself to smile at the man. He chuckled. "Why, March seventh of course." Crybaby already knew this, for it was March sixth when she fell asleep the day prior. "Yes, sir, I knew that, but, what year?" The man locked eyes with her temporarily. "You're joking, right?" Crybaby tried her best to avoid eye contact without appearing to be rude. "Sadly, no sir.' The man sighed. "Well, it's been 1970 for three months now..."