Gerrik Forcheese found himself awake in some strange sort of city, with no recollection or memories of how he arrived, where he was or even his name.
It was as if his soul was wiped clean and he was suddenly placed upon this earth. The first thing he noticed was that he had no feet, although he his body wasn't etherial nor white. He had a sense that his spirit or soul was not a unique one.
He was not a ghost as he could physically interact with objects, breath normally, touch the ground and move. However it was as if he was wearing invisible trousers floating off the ground. There wasn't something tethering him to the ground and if he tried hard enough he could move upwards slightly. He was just hovering over the brown dirt below him.
Gerrik Forcheese examined himself and found he wasn't transparent or translucent, however his skin was more muted and slightly white grayish, as if it was on a spectrum of shades of black on a gradient. It reminded him of brackish water, where the river met the ocean and it all mixed and jumbled up, but where one ended and one began was vague. His body felt fluid, but slightly uncomfortable as if it was missing something.
A sense of warmth and tactile touch eluded him and his mind was restless.
"Who am I? Why can't I remember", Gerrik thought to himself.
He vaguely recalled feeling ashamed, saddened, embarrassed and other hints of emotion bothering him. His body started to vaguely emit an aura of yellow and red hues similar to that of a cherry color.
Gerrik sensed something nearby, he could vaguely feel it's presence through it's emotion.
"um, what should I do? Should I go investigate or should I hide?", Gerrik thought to himself.
the mysterious sounds were getting closer and it approached him from the north. Glancing at it Gerrik noticed it was a cup, however the cup seemingly felt alive and had emotions. It seemed down.
Gerrik was unsure of what to do.
"Maybe I should try holding it", Gerrik thought to himself.
As soon as he started to move his hands to grab at the handle of the cup, it dodged to the side. It started to leak some sort of liquid that Gerrik presumed was coffee.
However looking at it more closely, it seemed angry now and a few chips and cracks could be seen on the mug. On it was the words, "For the best father ever."
It seemed this cup had a story to tell. At the moment however the cup seemed quite hostile to Gerrik.
Gerrik didn't have any idea on what to do, so he decided to talk to it.
"um, hello?", Gerrik said out loud.
instantly Gerrik felt embarrassed, he was talking to a mug!
the mug conveyed to him, "what's it to you, it's quite rude to pick up a stranger you don't know."
Gerrik was shocked, "You can talk?"
the mug responded, "Of course I can talk! Otherwise why do you think I started to move towards you."
Gerrik had a few questions come to mind.
"Where am I? What is this place? Why can't I remember anything or my name?", Gerrik asked
the cup said, "you're new here, huh?"
"I've only been here a few days, but from what I can gather we're in some sort of nether realm, a dimension similar to what one might call the underworld."
"As for your story and name, that's something you'll need to find on your own. I learned to talk to you humans because of a kind old man who pieced me back up together and I found that other creatures and objects could understand me."
"I've been looking for someone and for some strange reason you feel familiar. I haven't been able to approach any of the others as they can't hear or understand me. I think they tried to communicate with me, but they don't seem to be able to say anything to me. Perhaps you may have better luck."
the best father's mug said to Gerrik.
Gerrik and the mug continued to converse for sometime. In the end Gerrik didn't get much more out of the conversations as they were both still quite new to this world.
They both proceeded to the city to share a meal and further explore the mostly desolate and empty city area.