roommates | darkiplier

Chapter 10

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Nothing. All I can say is that I wasn't anywhere. I was nowhere. In a plane of nonexistence. Usually when I passed out something would happen, that thing would visit me, but this time— this time was different. This time there was absolutely nothing. There was no dream, no scenario, no voice, only hearing and feeling.

All I could hear was this ringing, this ear-piercing, mechanical whirring. It was slightly tolerable except for the fact that it worsened my migraine so badly that my brain could've exploded. My head was being pounded on like a hammer to a nail by that racket, my heartbeat accelerated every second, and everywhere else I felt...numb. All I felt was whatever put me here wanted me to feel. Adding onto that, everything was pitch black and I couldn't see a thing. Just a void of perpetual emptiness, somewhere where I was frozen. This felt all too familiar.

   My headache spiraled out of control within a few moments, and it was slowly coming to my attention that I couldn't breath. The lack of oxygen was literally killing me. My lungs were shriveling up like a dead plant, all the atoms in my stomach being ripped out, and so desperate to breath I tried to suck in air, but a great pain shot through me. The struggle to breathe was too real. It hurt, it gave me excruciating pain...why did it feel like I was being emptied of my life?

Suddenly, I could feel everything changing. Now I could see, but all I saw was distortion that didn't have the right to be anywhere on Earth. My soul was being thrown through shots of morphing waves and unexplainable, dystopian-like sounds, until I was warped out of that horrible place and whipped back into the alleyway I blacked out in. A strange surge of energy left me as I finally awoke somewhere far worse. With a long inhalation of air, I collapsed on the ground with a thump. As much as I'd like to say it was good to have reality back on my side, it wasn't the reality I hoped for.

On my hands and knees I wheezed and coughed, relieved of being released from that torturous prison. Once I regained my composure, it came crashing down yet again. Staring down at the ground, the lack of saturation in the world became evident. The general atmosphere had me uneasy, it was far too chilly, dark, and misty. Before I could take any more observations, the clicking of footsteps stopped me from doing so.

   "Need a hand?"

   Wait.

Wait.

   I didn't dare look up as a pair of feet appeared next to me, whoever they were, they wore a pair of fancy black shoes. Shoes a man would wear with a tuxedo typically. Was that really...who I thought it was? That thing...that voice...it couldn't be.

"You seem drained." They kneeled down to my level, placing a hefty hand on my shoulder. Their touch was so soft, but so strong, so cold- so unbearably cold.

A slight twist of my head and I saw their face. His face. He had such a pale face, too pale for a human's to ever be. His eyes were so awfully dark and emotionless, such a dark brown. His scruffy black beard, his curly black locks.

Fear arose in every nerve in my face, perplextion tangled my eyes like growth on an abandoned building, my body stiffened all together. Purely alarmed by this guy's striking presence, I stumbled backwards. Giving us plenty of distance was exactly what I desired in that day in time. I decided to crawl backwards, keeping my eyes on him every second, not even taking a millisecond to blink as I rose to my feet in spite of my raging migraine.