The Sick and Twisted Life of Bodil40 [Competition Entry 1]

Martin's Dreamscape

Martin woke with a start. He didn't recognize where he was, or how he got there. He sat up, and looked around urgently, to find he was a in a completely white room. He stood, slowly and carefully, thinking he had been kidnapped, or it was a joke that Simon and Baki were planning all along.

"You got me guys! Now c'mon out." He shouted, dusting himself off. When he got no reply he started to panick a bit. "Guys! Seriously! This isn't funny anymore!" He called out nervously, his shaky, and suddenly very childish, voice echoing eerily back to him.

"This isn't a joke Martin. This is very much real." A man said, with a voice similar to Martin's, as he appeared in a cloud of ashen gray smoke, and fog.

"W-What do you mean? Who are you?" Martin asked, though he had the strangest feeling in the pit of his stomach he knew who this guy was. He had brown hair, and bright amber orange eyes, hidden behind sunglasses, and a nice black coat over a whitish, yellowish shirt, and a tie of diagonal orange and yellow stripes.

"You and I both know who I am Martin. I'm you." He said with a slight chuckle. Martin then knew who this man was. He was Bodil. His Minecraft equivilant.

"Why am I here?" Martin asked warily. He was scared, and wanted to see his friends. He was starting to miss Simon's sacrcastic comments, and Baki's bad puns, and efforts to be funny.

"Let me ask you this, when you saw that couple arguing, and the children crying, did you think the children had a reason to cry? Do you think that it impacted them in anyway?" He asked, sadness shining in his amber orange eyes. Martin scoffed

"No, they were just arguing. Its not like the kids are being directly impacted. Bodil sighed, and shook his head.

"I'm sorry, you can't leave. You need to learn just how much you take for granted. Be ready for living hell." He said, smiling sympathetically. Martin opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, Bodil snapped his fingers, and Martin was transported to a familiar place. It was his house. He was shorter. Then he realized, he was also younger. Five years old.

He heard a man and a woman screaming at each other, and sniffles. Tears leaked out of his eyes, he was terrified. He felt someone come up behind him, and hug him lightly, and he looked up. It was his sister. She looked to be about eight years old. Tears ran down her face, her eyes red, puffy and bloodshot. She sniffed.

"Don't worry, they'll make up. They always do." She reassured, but it seemed more like she was trying to convince herself, as much as him.

His parents were fighting.
They didn't love eachother anymore.