A Different Point of View

New Territory

The next time he woke up, it was hazy.

      ...

           With talk happening nearby...

The words, though, were all mumbo jumbo. It was either that, or his hearing was degrading fast. He allowed his eyes to adjust, and he soon found himself laying down on some bed in a large room.

The ceiling told him that much.

The talk then grew louder, with a few shout-like yells sounding every so often.

Then a door opened.

The yells seemed to have gotten quieter, but were still there. One being a harsh yet soft hush sound. From his peripheral vision he could see three figures emerge, yet he kept his half lidded gaze screwed to the ceiling.

His life was over.

His games were gone.

His collections gone.

It was all gone, gone, gone! His vision started blurring and his nose grew itchy, resulting in him letting out sniffles and alerting the men around him.

One panicked, shouting nonsense.

Another yelled, also nonsense.

And the last sighed.

His blurred vision picked up on a figure coming closer to him, and he felt himself being lifted up. The hold was gentle, that much he could compute, as the figure sat back down again with him having one side of him leaning against his chest. The embrace became a soothing lull, instantly calming his mind.

He gave a sigh.

Rubbing his eyes, clearing them of their blurriness, his attention was then taken by how... short his limbs seemed to be. He didn't have any muscles to be proud of, but his legs were much thinner in comparison to the last time he saw them... he looked at his hands, completely taken aback.

             He was sure they were larger...

"M-my hands...!" He ended up croaking out, still reeling in shock. Opening and closing the smaller-than-usual hands, he kept staring trying his best to compute on what this could detail could entail. He then had the urge to look up at the person who held him, and ended up facing a familiar kind faced man.

              The man smiled.

He then turned to face the other two figures. Being met with a curious and glare-like gaze from them. The curious one turned towards the man holding him, his mouth moving.

              Again with the nonsense.

He frowned, trying to figure out what on Earth they were saying. The man behind him shared a few of his nonsense before lifting him up, panicking him slightly, and handing him over to the curious looking man. This time he was positioned so that he was facing the curious looking man, who also began to look a little more... happy?

             He could try and speak with him...

"W-who are you?" His question was met with a questioning gaze. The man's face became serious as he turned towards the kind man behind him. Speaking his nonsense.

Well that idea was bogus...

He huffed, wriggling out of the man's hold, proving difficult as the man struggled to keep him upright. He decided he'd give his battle cry. "Let go!"

The struggling didn't end until he was handed back to the kind man. The fatigue after all the constant struggle was no joke as his eyes closed again.

Everything was so confusing!