I hear a loud commotion, the source both near and distant, loud and quiet, gentle and jarring simultaneously, it's speaker uttering pure paradoxical nonsense, and, quite bizarrely, I can faintly smell the scent of liquorice, and I see nothing but intangible nothings, wisps of reality. I try to speak, but my mouth fills with a liquid, surprisingly pleasant to the taste. I take a moment to try it, and it has a sweet, sugary taste. I cannot help myself, as I bring large handfuls of it to my mouth, and the swirling colours, which are all I see, get brighter and more vivid, and the noises dull, until they are just a murmur.
I outstretch my arms to either side, trying to get a sense of where I am, but all I feel is the endless slurry of the mysteriously soothing substance. Whatever it is, it must be dense, as my breathing is uninhibited, so I can assume I am not wholly submurged. Noting this, I reach upward, and I feel a firm object above me, and as I grope around I conclude I must be in some form of tank, with a circular hole at the top, the perfect size for my escape. But whatever I had eaten seems to have affected me somehow, as I gradually lose coherent thought, my mind wandering, until the last thing on my mind is escape. I drift to sleep, feeling completely at ease.
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A World of Death Harbours Many Joys
FanfictionA young boy wakes up in a bedroom that does not belong to him. He wakes up in a body which is not his, on a planet he never knew existed. A weak, pathetic human like himself, now with the potential to change his world- but which one? Homestuck fanfi...
