Random Drabbles/Plot Ideas

New Book/Story idea

I've been thinking of this plot/story idea for a while now

might turn it into a book but that depends if i'm still fond of the idea like a week later or so

so anyway, whoever reads this

yah

_____OWO_____

You're running.

Running deep into a dark forest, running away from something or someone. You don't know where you are. You don't know why you're here and trying to escape whatever this thing was.

(You were wearing some sort of dress type, robe type clothing thing -a hospital gown, maybe?- and it was really hindering your movement. You're surprised that you've managed to get ahead of whatever is chasing you with those on.)

Your body is moving on its own. Acting on its own accord and there's nothing you could do but let this happen.

(It's honestly a weird experience. You're in control of your body but at the same time, you're not.)

You're getting tired quickly. Breathing heavily, letting out huffs and wheezes as you desperately try to lose whatever is following you.

"FIND-" you couldn't hear their words. "NOT FAIL-" there were muffled shouts and faintly you could hear the sounds of bullet whizzing, blades hitting wood, and footsteps coming closer and closer–

Rushing water, flowing downwards.

A dead end.

'Crap.'

You heard...yourself?...curse in your head.

Faint rustles from behind remind you (or perhaps, your body?) of the dangerous situation you're in. You risked a look back.

'It's now...'

They were gaining on you. Fast.

'...or never.'

Turning back to the waterfall, you took a deep breath.

"YOU'LL NEVER CATCH ME, MOTHERFUCKERS!!!"

And you jumped.

_____OWO_____

You woke up.

Body shooting up faster than a bullet, you let out a gasp. You grasp your sheets tightly, trying to keep yourself grounded.

It had been all a dream.

Yet, it'd seemed too real to be just that. And that left one other possibility that left you shaking in both exhilaration and fear.

A memory.

That was the most logical conclusion right now. You bit your lip. Could it be that your memories were finally starting to come back?

(If that were the case, you're not too sure if you're happy about that. On one hand, you'd finally know who you really are and what had happened to you. On the other hand...

Would you really risk this life that you have now for your old one that may not exist anymore?

Would it really be worth it-?)

"Glad you're finally up."

You shoved your earlier thoughts to the side for now. "Good morning to you too, Seto." You sent him a smile.

"Oof–!"

And a pillow to the face.

"What was that for?!" The sorcerer exclaimed, the pillow sliding down his face and hitting the floor with a thud.

"I just felt like it," you replied, laughing at the annoyed look he sent you.

"Yeah well," he smirked. "Looks like someone isn't getting their favorite breakfast for a week."

"Noooo-! Not my cereal-!!"

_____OWO_____

  so yeah, this'll be the prologue if i ever get around to this
and yes, that is SetoSorcerer at the end and the person whose POV you're reading is not an OC btw

If anyone ever reads this, who do you think it is?