March 21, 2019, 11:52. The clock on the nightstand read, however he hadn't noticed. He thrashed in his bed wildly and violently, as if convulsing. The black headphones over his blonde hair sat barely attached, as his movement barely gave it any grasp. Like a violent sea his movement and inner emotions ran rampant. The music the headphones produced sent the emotions directly into his head, his body unable to hold in the emotions was forced to move in response to the roller coaster of noises. Euphoria ripped his body apart, unable to suppress it, barely able to contain it, he just had to make physical his mental state. His headphones poured sweet orchestras directly into his mind, enthusiastic, bouncy, he moved. Creasing his sheets, bending and folding his blanket wildly. He tried to not only feel the music but become it in a way, letting it poor into his every cervice.
As he thrashed his eyes closed he hadn't noticed the quiet and small pull, he was drifting down, not into bed but through it. He hadn't noticed at least at first that it was speeding up, his bead has somehow slipped through the bed and bedframe. An impossibility whoever it was happening to him, suddenly feeling like he was falling he opened his eyes thinking only of it as the weird falling feeling that happened sometimes when sleeping. However his eyes were barely above his pillow, shock didn't even have time to register in him before he was plummeting through his bed, he caught a brief glimpse of under his bed, he stored books and random objects there that he saw on his way down. Once his eye's crossed the floor, only blackness awaited a empty void in nothingness. Still he fell, the trumpets he had been listening to fell silent, still he fell, only able to see invisible winds flap his clothes as he descended he mind went blank unable to think of anything at all, and yet still he fell. It was if he was swallowed by reality, without a clue he closed his unable to think of anything. As if a fog was clouding his mind.
Then he felt wet, shooting open his eyes he saw only white puffy clouds. He was falling through clouds, as he passed them he noticed mountains. Panic began to edge its way into his mind, confusion and fear rooting itself in his psyche. Shifting his weight he managed to turn around and face down, wind blew everything behind him, gravity worked to pull him down.
Am I dreaming?
His mind began to wonder, he didn't feel the familiar fog that comes with dreaming. His heart pumped recklessly, his pupils dilated, sweat began to form on his skin.
I have to be dreaming or on something!?
Something red was fast approaching as he passed the mountains in his fall, he looked like he was falling into canyon of sorts. However it wasn't natural and didn't bend to the laws of physics he knew, the canyon was jagged and namely red. Bright red rocks formed spiked walls of the canyon, white sand and rocks speckled the canyon and ground. It felt straight out of a movie to him, soon he was falling into the canyon and large shadows loomed over him.
Am I going to die?
He silently questioned, a sense of foreboding and regret washed over him, he had lived a quite meaningless existence till this point. Feeling nothing but regret his mind panicked and began trying to grasp ways to survive but there was nothing he could have done. Soon he closed his eyes as he collied with the ground. All he could do was scream as he met his fate.
Opening his eyes, he turned over sitting up in the sand, inspecting his body. He was still alive, unharmed and in one piece.
The hell just happened?
Trying to piece together what just happened, he felt a different type of consciousness take of over him. Alarm stemmed through his entire person like lighting. Heart beating and pulse quickening he felt a nausea rise up through him, vomiting on the brilliant white crystal sand, he began to panic.
WHERE AM I? IS THIS A DREAM? DID I DIE??
No answers came to him, only silence of the giant red rock canyon walls and the shifting sands were with him. All for but a moment anyways, suddenly a figure fell out of the sky a couple dozen meters in front of him. It too collided with the sand sending a small burst into the canyon breeze. Carefully gazing he watched it too puke and stand up it was a person.
The person before him has brown hair and was clothed like he was on a jog in a cold afternoon, sweat still on him. He hadn't noticed the silent observer behind him. Then again a figure fell to his left a couple dozen meters, fulfilling all the same things he had. This one had short black hair, this one noticed him immediately but hadn't spoken either. More questions sent his mind reeling
Who are these people? and where are we?
Then before him a black and gold screen appeared before him, Survive 10:00, his mind began to go blank from the amount of question flooding him. As if he was thinking so much his brain had shut down to keep up. All he could feel was fear, panic, and dread.