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 perched loosely over his blonde hair, barely clinging as his body writhed. Like a violent sea his movement were chaotic and untamed by emotions. 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, letting it pour into his every cervice.
As he thrashed his eyes closed he hadn't noticed it- the subtle pull, he was drifting down. It wasn't until he felt himself slipping did his eye shoot open instinctively, his eyes now barely above his bed. An impossibility whoever it was happening to him, still he fell he felt the speed slowly increase. For a moment, he thought it as only the strange falling sensation that happened in dreams. But this was no dream, he now saw the inner workings of his mattress, shock didn't even have time to register in him before he was plummeting through his bed. Once his eye's crossed the floor, only blackness awaited. There was no time to scream. Only the rush of wind and the dizzying realization that he was falling into nothingness. Still he fell, the trumpets he had been listening to fell silent as fell further, 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 eye's 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.
Survive? I must be damn insane that's it! hallucinating or dreaming anyways?
His thoughts did little to comfort his spiraling in panic head, trying to gain a grip on reality he looked around. To his left was a handsome man with black slightly wind swept hair and blue eyes, he wore a tight black t-shirt and loose jean pants, he was well built but not entirely buff. Turning to the person Infront of him he noticed him scrambling around trying to gauge his surrounds too, for some reason this made him feel a little bit more comfortable. At least he wasn't alone in this confusion and place, after gazing at him longer he seemed to be struggling somewhat?
"HEY!! ARE YOU GUYS OKAY??" he yelled.
Switching back and forth between looking at them, he watch as a sense of consciousness broke through to them and realization set upon their eyes as if their fogged minds had cleared a bit. He sorta waved awkwardly trying to get them to talk to say anything really.
"YEAH!! DO YOU KNOW WHERE WE ARE" The man to his left said.
A soft voice range out in the canyon of red and white sand, a quiet echo disturbed the silence. His eyes shifted to the man in front trying to hear for his answer as well.
"IM OKAY TOO! NOT INJURED" The brown haired man in front had a higher pitch and a uneasy tone
"I DONT HAVE ANY CLUE WHERE WE ARE!" He yelled to them both.
Unsure how what else to do all the men began head towards each other stumbling lightly in the sand as the breeze of the canyon shift the sand ever so slightly. They quickly gathered a couple feet from each other, he shifted his eyes back to the holographic screen. 9:12 it read impartially and he watched the numbers go down for a moment before a question appeared in his head.
"What about the timer? Do you see it too?" he voice trembled softly at the end.
He didn't look away from the clock ticking by, what was happening he couldn't help but wonder?
"YOU GUYS SEE IT TOO?" The boy with brown curly hair splattered out.
His mind began popping up more questions inside his head.
So they can see one too? Do they read the same? What does survive mean? What should I do? And who are these people? How did we get here?
He turned his attention back to the group, before he had a chance to ask his question-
"Do yours read eight minutes and forty-five seconds too? saying survive?" The man with black hair asked
They shook their head in unison, they all have the same clock reading at the same time, all saying the same thing. He felt the strange need to know their names.
"Who are you guys?" He proposed to the group
"Blake and you?" Replied the guy with black hair
"Oh um I'm Ram" He said softly, they turned to the last member of the group.
The brown haired man hesitated before stating quickly that.
"I don't feel comfortable giving out my name..." The man stated brashly
It concerned and annoyed Ram that he wasn't willing to give his name, however they were in the middle of a dream or hallucination for all he knew. He felt that he shouldn't really care, however it still concerned him.
"What should we call you?" Blake asked after a long awkward moment, the man began to think. Ram looked him up and down for a moment his eye catching on his curly hair.
"I'm gonna call you Curly" Ram spoke looking at him, Curly nodded in agreement. At that moment the ground began to shake and the sand shift and scatter violently. Tremors send vibrations through their feet and up their bodies, soon it began to grow more in power, then the cracks in the rock suddenly formed. A loud explosion sounded a couple hundred meter's down the canyon, he looked to the west side of the canyon. The large walls to the north and south made the echo pass by them. A large cloud of sand and rock blurred their view, however ram could make out a large figure. Giving the sand a moment to dissipate and settle, he saw it, a massive monstrous worm like creature. To call it a worm was an insult, it had two giant human like arms connect to a pale gray torso, at the top of the torso a demented skull looking head sat. The pale skin show the edges and curves of the skull. Where the eye's should there was nothing but skin covering the skull eye holes, it had a mouth with needle like teeth. Beneath the torso a the more worm appearing section had sharp rib looking appendages vaguely reminding him of a centipede.
"THE HELL IS THAT!?" Curly screamed unable to do anything else they were all frozen in surprise, panic, and fear. Ram felt his heart not sink but drop like a rock into an abyss, a primordial fear took over. His heart rung so loudly in his ears he thought they may burst. That thing wasn't meant to be, a horrid abomination that violated not only the laws of nature but the universe's design. It turned it grotesque head towards them at the sound of the voice. He felt a cold sweat from on him, survival instinct took over and a single though ran through Ram's head.
RUN!!
Not waiting for another signal he began running in the opposite direction, nothing else mattered in that moment. Survive that word popped up in his mind, a grim sense of understanding seeped into his brain. The other two wasted no time taking Ram's lead and running. He felt that they must of landed in Hell, they fell straight through their world and into Hell. It gave a terrible shriek, it sounded somehow between nails on a caulk board and a animals dying screech, it was not of this world. The shriek caused curly to lose his focus and stumble then trip on a rock, it quickly closed the distance in the time it took him to get back up and begin running again. Hell was about to claim it's first victim. Ram looked forward and covered his ears, whatever was happening he felt no need to know about it. Even still he heard muffled yells, it didn't sound pleasant.
The pounding of his heart drowned out all thoughts and noise, his legs moving on pure instinct, he had no desire to look back. He urged his brain and tried to formulate a plan, but panic made clear thought impossible. Every time he thought about the creature, plan's lost their meaning.
What is that thing!? Dammit what even am I supposed to do??
Sadness and fear seeped into his thoughts, Ram felt entirely afraid. He cursed and complained internally, begging for it too be a dream. However no such kindness would happen, he was starting to believe this was real. He was beginning to accept his fate, his feet fell heavy, his footing loose. He was losing to fear and panic.
"RUN RAM!" A voice sounded by him, "OUT OF MY WAY!!!" Blake was blur running past him quickly taking the lead, Blake looked at him with a violent fervor. Face twisted in a adrenaline fueled panic and rage, Ram felt instinctively his wasn't mad at the situation, Blake was mad at him. Ram felt angry, no he was seething.
He seem's pissed I was giving up so easy!! Is this man a sociopath? Who the hell does he think he is!?
Ram ripped his eyes away to check the screen, he felt strangely invigorated, his mind clear again. 6:34, still an uphill battle but they were almost half way through. Risking it he turned around, the beast was in the distance still busy with the body. He didn't watch anymore, it didn't feel real to him. But he worried if he watched anymore then he did he would end up sick to his stomach. He forced himself to breathe and try to calm down, he took a few moments to focus on his breathe.
"WHAT DO WE DO THEN?" Ram roared half annoyed, at Blake trying to catch up and close the distance. Blake looked back at him this time with a slight smile
"Our only goal is too survive till the end of the time limit!" Blake spoke as they ran, a large roar sounded out behind them. Ram instinctively knew it finished it's meal and was looking for seconds. The thought of being food angered Ram from his depths.
"How do we manage to last that long smarta-" Ram was beginning to shout, but Blake interrupted him
"Higher ground!" Blake shouted as they ran, his blue eyes seemingly trying to reach ram's soul
"That won't work! We wont be able to climb fast enough!" Ram shouted back, ticked off at his stupidity. It was the dose of human stupid that aided in bringing Ram's mind back to reality. It also gave him a great idea.
"Instead we split apart and double back! It can only chase one of us at a time! While It tries to decide who to eat we climb!" Ram offer to the black haired man. Blake gave him a cunning smile, seemingly approving. They didn't have much time to discuss further as they soon heard bangs as the ground broke beneath the beast's hands as it dragged its massive and grotesque body towards them. It was a gruesome thing to witness, it was quickly catching up, its large arms allowed it to cover great distances rapidly and fluidly. Chomping it jaw towards them as it grew closer, its flesh hanging loosely all over. Panic once again began to eat its way back, but Ram pushed it down. Having a plan gave him some sense of comfort, not a great deal of it though. Crack, its large arm whipped right behind them now.
"NOW!" Ram screamed, tossing his entire weight to the side barely ducking out of the way of the enormous arm. The large beast had to much momentum to turn on a dime, something neither he hadn't even thought off. Not wanting to waist the chance and further me made off towards the canyon wall, and began trying to scale it. The beast shrieked in fury, Ram's ear's felt like the would bleed at the sound, it was loud and terrible. Finding foothold's and grabbable rocks he began making his way up. As fast as the adrenaline could push him, he made his way up as speeds a pro rock climber would be proud of. Soon his heart sank again. The beast had chosen him, for one reason or another it was making its way towards him. He wasn't out of it's range yet, he felt that indescribable fear yet. He began losing his group to the panic, he watched as it form began closing in on him. It arms thrashing towards him, gnawing teeth snapped telling him of soon to be demise.
CRAP CRAP CRAP
He had lost the coin toss, he would be eaten by whatever the hell the thing was! As its face closed in-out of nowhere- a sharp thwack cut through the chaotic noise. A rock had hurtled through the air crashing into the side of the creature's skull. The large beast skid to a halt, however it again had too much momentum, crashing into the side of the canyon just next to Ram. The impact caused the canyon wall to shake and crack, it then took a moment to shake its head. As if disoriented trying to get its mind back on track, it skull like nose sniffing the air.
"IM RIGHT HERE!" Blake shouted out, he had found a flat point to climb up too and had begun throwing rocks at the beast. It rushed him with wraith screaming, he hadn't climbed high enough either. Should it reach the other side of the canyon, it would be able to barely reach him. Blake started climbing again, trying to make as much distance between them as he could. The canyon wasn't wide it would reach him in seconds, soon Blake would end up like the first guy if Ram did nothing
Think Dammit! Think!
But nothing came to his mind, like watching a car crash he couldn't look away at the horror about to unfold. Then suddenly Blake shot him a wide and wry smile and pointed to his wrist. Ram remembering the timer looked at it
00:03... 02... 01... 0-The beast lashed out it arm trying to catch is prey with everything it had. However it was too late they began to fall.
Trial Completed; Returning to the lower realm
Then they began to fall faster, descending through physical matter. Ram had felt fear the first time however this time he felt relief and exhaustion. He welcomed the sensation strangely, however he had neither the physical capacity nor mental to care.
They had managed to survive for now, and to ram that was all the mattered. Quickly he fell through the night sky he was familiar with then the house he was familiar with. Gently falling into the bed he was familiar with, he held his breath for a moment then touch his bed and wiggled around. It was real, he was back at home.
Ah I was dreaming, that was sick nightmare.
He couldn't help but sigh in relief glad it was over, soon he questioned if he should see himself to a physiocratic ward or not though. Closing his eyes he giggled the thought away and breathed the air of his room. He opened his eye's again -You have been granted an angels egg! Please select the form- His heart sank all over again a black and gold holographic screen appeared before him.
Ah I'm still dreaming!
He tired mind concluded, he was in way or shape able to think clearly after his ordeal, dream or not. He decided to play along some more, he continued reading. Please select the form of you're angel's egg
1. Armament
2.Summon
3. Body
4. Occult
Please decide in 10 hours-
He stared at the words for a long time, seemingly lost and certainly confused.
The hell is it asking of me?
His tired mind tried to reason out, his leg's and arms began to hurt from the physical exertion.
"Can you elaborate on what those mean and are?" He tried to plead with the emotionless screen, nothing came of it. Annoyed he tried to think what the words meant. He was dumbfounded and lost. He had time to think about it at least, he pulled out his phone intending too look the words. Armame- He felt crazy for looking this up... Then he looked up instead the words 'I fell into a different world' he quickly was disappointed as all he found were popular novels and show's. Strangely a idea struck him, he clicked recent, suddenly hundreds of recent links were popping up. "I fell into a different place and was chased!-" he read the next one "I fell through reality and into-" and another "Did anyone else have a weird dream of falling-" he stopped reading pushing his finger into his head softly. His head began to ache.
What?
Dread slowly grew louder and louder, again he felt his heart beat drum in his ear's. He refreshed and more links came flooding in, this time more detailed "Did you guys fall into a forest and almost died too a group of monstrous animals?" He watched as a comment replied "No but I did fall into an ocean, and a screen popped up saying survive and gave me a time limit" His head ached more and more.
The all experienced the similar things as me?
His eye's burned, he tried to widen the search, people from across the globe were talking about it. He felt the need to check the time, slowly his eye's drifted up towards it. As it registered he fell in a chaotic and insane filled laughter.
Oh I really lost it.
March 21, 2019, 11:53. Barely a minute had passed since he had fell into that place. The event that had take only ten minutes yet felt like it had taken years off his lift had passed in the blink of an eye here.
I guess every crazy person feels normal.
He had to decide on a form probably because he was going to have to go back! The entire world was experiencing the same things. He continued his insane laughing fit, his heart then fell into an insane rage he couldn't even begin to grasp. He struggled regained his composure.
If really have to go back there I really am gonna die there.
He had barely manage to survive this time, he knew that all to well. And he had no clue what was gonna happen next, a crippling anxiety had begun to reach its skeletal grasp into his heart. He couldn't be rid of the feeling, he had enough to worry about. Yet his heart ached with fear, soon the feeling began to feel overwhelming. He needed a plan, plans gave him comfort something he desperately needed.
I want to learn more about the form's, Gather information and decide a course of action.
It was clear what he lacked the most was knowledge, he had been throw into that place with no knowledge and barely survived. He continued reading through the posts, he noticed that not everyone had gone to that place. Only some individuals seemingly chosen at random, additionally only some had fallen around each other like him and his group. Some had fallen completely by themselves, some had watched other fall into groups of beast's and die immediately. It seemed luck played in the location they fell, it was seemingly random too. Those with better luck just had to wait for the time to pass by, other had to fight even more then him. His thoughts wondered to Blake.
Who was he? and where is he?
A part of him felt the need to try and find him, however he had no knowledge to work with. He didn't know if he'd ever seen him again for that fact. He decided to not worry about it for now, he decided to research the forms the screen mentioned. Considering the screen called it his 'Weapon' and called it an angels egg. He knew what those words meant on a surface level. An angel is something from mythology and egg is well an animal that hatches and grows. Suddenly an idea sparked,
A weapon the grows.
He though with pride, but he couldn't decide what the angel portion of it meant. He was waiting for other people post about what form they had chosen but it seemed other's had the same idea, no one wanted to rush into it with out an idea. He had even saw other asking which they should choose, no one had given them anything to work with though. Suddenly exhaustion had begun to take him, the time he has spent in that world made his body ache and his soul tired. Soon he let the call of sleep take him, for now he would sleep and tomorrow decide what to do.