The Virus (ON HOLD)

Transferred

Brooke
I was sound asleep when I felt an arm holding me up delicately. I was thinking that it was Ian, since I was too tired last night and fell asleep straight after I went to home. The shop owner kept me for a little while, and traffic jams are everywhere. "Ian..." I muttered in my sleep. "Shh, it'll be fine." I dozed off again...
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"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
What was that???
I opened my eyes. Strange, I immediately stood up as soon as my eyelids fell open.
What was more strange, is everything.
Before I could even bother, I was interrupted by Shadow's fangirl voices. "Ohmygoshisthisrealican'teventhink! Noitcan'tbebecausethatisjustagameandgamesdon'texistbut! Wherethehellami? ISTHISREALLLLLLLL!"
"Shadow..." I said, still sleepy. "What is this? A prank or something?" She always tricks me. I wonder if she put on weird block glasses on me, because this just can't be real.
I looked around, seeing only blocks and blocks all around me. My bed has a red cover, my pillow white. The walls have the same structure, being as smooth as a quiet pool of water. The floor was blocky too, and I'm no longer in the small apartment in Paris. I was in a big room, with identical beds laid all around, weird paintings hanging on the wall. My eyes followed Shadow for a while, her eyes scanning the whole room, trying to capture all the things she saw. She was wide-eyed, running around a touching everything she can touch crazily, showing her fangirlness. And believe it or not, even Shadow was made of blocks! Her face was a block, her features being a square or rectangle. Her limbs were blocky, her hair made of small blocks. Everything was blocks. Blocks, blocks, and more blocks.
That was when I realize my own look. I looked down slowy, and all I saw was two rectangular prisms-my legs. Where's my feet? Please don't tell me they're attached to my leg. Oh gosh... My hands were blocky, and even though there isn't a mirror, I felt my face with my blocky hands. All I feel is a big block. I am just like Shadow, made of weird blocks.
What is this place?
Where is Ian?
What happened when I was sound asleep?
Who brought me here?
Most importantly, can I ever go back to the simple, normal apartment in Paris?

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Hi guys
This is just a small chapter before all the weird stuff happen. I left this untouched for too long... I need to finish this. Ugh. Mess...
If you wanna be featured in this story, just dm me and why am I even typing this? I should revise for my dictation...
/___\ bleh.
~Chocolat