Project 158
*Blub* *Blub* Drowning that is how the feeling is called right? As I never swam before. Only read of those in stories.
Coming back to myself from the thoughts on why I never swam before. I ask myself where I am?
Before I was … and now I'm in complete darkness. No light, no stars, and no way of showing where I am.
I question myself. Who I am? I'm Leroy born in ??? living in my home in ??? and having the fun of my life only interrupted by something otherworldly happening.
Or so I thought as the Darkness and loneliness goes to my head. At first, I felt normal as long as I can distract myself from my situation.
But after 1 hour of me trying to imagine anything from porn to my love series Poektmon to my now slowly falling grades over the times of my semester. And as my thought drift so does my body.
My thoughts scrambling to reorganize only to fail me time and time again. Until I set for the simple stuff of just counting numbers.
And as I reach number 1 million and 22 thousand, I begin to start to release what's happening.
I'm stuck in a void of blackness with no escape to see left, right, up and down.
And as my head and thought come to myself, I also notice something essential. I think I'm drowning right? The feeling of my lounges being filled with a substance and the constant reflex of coughing and trying to get it out. Which I didn't even notice over the time my head was spinning.
And as the feeling started to get stronger a thing pierced my back. Going straight through my back and coming out through my chest. The form feels like a fisher hook, but I'm not certain as I see nothing. And plop I feel myself starting to emerge to the surface.
What greets me is an old bastard or that's the first word that comes to mind. As if he could read my mind his facial features start to change from a wise old man to a grotesque monster with many eyes spider like claws hanging from his back, the weirdly abnormal Enderman or slander men legs and hands. The complete black or void like skin and the rainbow cotton candy beard weirdly perfectly placed beneath his face.
He starts opening his mouth, racer sharp teeth following a row down his throat like a monster sandworm. Probably able to spin I think to myself.
And as the mouth opens to a span no normal creature or living being could sustain. And as it finally reaches its peak a sound follows or better a cry. Which scared the shit so out of me! Which almost made me black out, but then I noticed something warm entering my back.
The first thing I could think of was that an angel has come down from heaven to heal my mortally wounds. Only to open my eyes and see larvae crawling trough the hook and eating their way into me.
The feeling probably coming from the substances their release from their mouth and ass.
Shivers coming down my spine as I notice the reality of the situation, I'm in. with the last breath I can take in this weird situation I shout, "Stop for god's sake".
And funnily enough it stopped. The creator stared into my eyes curiously the larvae started to work their way backwards. As if someone had clicked the reverse button on a video as they spitted out flesh which instantly connected to my body.
The face and mouth of the rainbow monster starts to rearrange itself to a state it or me finds normal or acceptable. As it starts to talk.
"Strange, before no meal has dared to talk to me or was even able to talk as the suffering of the abyss should normally derange someone to the point of not being able to talk."
I look into his eyes or the prominent big eyes and state "Probably"
He looks at me with glint in its eyes "So a talker then, no problem with that had no talk in like eons, but its what you get by going fishing in the abyss"
"Yes, talking I can talk I can talk so much, so we are now friends, right?" I ask him scared as I am
"Friends? Oh, I know what you mean but no bro, I'm no friends with a thing like you, no soul no body, I don't even quite know how you landed here. But man, you must taste delicious. As my mouth starts watering from smell of your will alone."
"But you know food that talks is always to be kept for dessert. As its screams and terror of seeing its brethren or other species being eaten alive before him. Always makes the spirit taste so heavenly"
I began to clutter as the Monster start to talk about everything I don't want to think about until it stops. It clicks its mouth and looks at me as if I had taken the live of his whole family.
"So, a marked one you are. Fucking you and all the time, you stole me. Always dangling their priced catch in front of my nose. I KNOW YOU CAN HEAR ME FUCK OFF"
The scenery changes at the last words which came from the monster's mouth. I find myself in a hospital bed. I at first moment notice jump out of my bed and start to run to the window. What lies in front of me is the normal scenery of my home's mountain chains.
I start to calm down only to check my stomach area immediately after. What I find is nothing not even a scratch on my T-shirt or body. When I notice that nothing happened, I finally start to breath normally.
I turn back to my bed and finding something weird next to it. My bag which I always take to my friends, which weirdly enough is my emergency bag at the same time.