Demi Owens [A Legend Fanfiction]

Chapter 9

~Author's note~

BOOM! A chapter has appeared! Okay, that was sort of cringy... I was going for the Pokemon appearance, battle thing. It didn't work, did it...? Ok, I'll stop now... Hope you enjoy this chapter! :D

(I only own Demi and her storyline! I don't own any gifs or pictures I put into this fanfiction!)

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Everywhere I look: Pitch black. It's not cold, or hot. It doesn't even feel like there's even any temperature in here. It's like I'm numb, but I can feel myself. This room, or place, is sort of like those infinite white rooms that I've seen in old history books my Dad gave me when I was younger- but black. 

I'm standing on what looks like a dark platform that blends in with the black infinity room. I scan my arms and legs, to which have no marks or scratches what so ever. Some dirt here and there but it looks like I didn't just run from the government a couple of minutes ago. 

My auburn hair is down, laying on my shoulders, and looking down, it looks like I'm wearing a white tank top that's tucked into some beige cargo booty shorts. On my feet, there's a pair of black military boots with high white socks. At least in my dream state, my dream self has some sort of fashion sense. 

"What it this place..." I whispered. Maybe if I walk far enough... I'll be presented with something other than inevitable darkness... Like pound cake! Oh.. I'm starting to get hungry now. 

I begin to walk forward, hoping to find something other than a pitch black room that seems to not end, like ever... 

Maybe if I walk like that really ancient character from a movie that came out in the early 2000's, I'll have a better chance at going somewhere? It worked out for the character... What was his name... Oh! Tobey Maguire.

I start to do the sidewalk dance that that Peter Parker kid did in that old movie I watched with my Dad when I was little. My Dad always loved to watch and read old things that were popular when my ancestors were around, before the Republic and Colonies of America split into a devastating and horrific war. 

He managed to preserve all of my ancestors' possessions from before the war and I remember that on the weekends, we would go through the really old, wearied down cardboard box that held all the stuff, and read about the latest trends at the time and watch the movies and shows that we found on our broken TV that my Dad found in a dumpster on his way home from work. 

The movies and shows were programmed into these holographic circular disks and my Dad found a way to insert them in the TV so we can watch. They were called DVD's I think, but let me tell you, the generation back then had quite interesting, but to me, bizarre movie and show collections. There was even a whole craze about posting dances that were very, and I mean very similar on this application called  Tik Tok? I don't know, it was weird..   

But now, because of watching and reading those old documents from textbooks and videos, you can say I'm very cultured in certain areas. More cultured than others.

Still walking straight in the endless dark room, I huff in annoyance and cross my arms over my chest. I'm not getting anywhere... 

Shrugging my shoulders in frustration, I start to aimlessly walk again. 

"This is pointless..." I muttered.

"What's pointless squirt?" A male voice with a southern Californian accent questions.

I know that voice...

Turning around, I face the person behind me. He's tall and has a muscular upper built. He has messy brown hair and an untamed beard covering his sharp jawline. He wears a dark navy blue, dirty and wearied down mechanical jumpsuit with old and dirty boots. His face is covered with wrinkles which tells you that he's an older man, and small grey hairs can be seen as well.