Godfrey felt himself afloat, he couldn't see nor hear, he couldn't speak as well, if anything he wasn't sure he was alive.
At first he thought he was lucid dreaming, but no, this went beyond the concepts of lucid dreaming. He clenched his fingers and could feel them clench but he couldn't see them.
He blinked his eyes but there was no change, he turned around and tried standing up but he remained afloat.
"Heyyy" were the words he intended to shout but no sound left his lips, and for the first time in a long time, Godfrey felt true fear.
Frantically he tried swimming away as he couldn't walk but where to? He didn't know where he was, much less if he was even alive but still he persisted.
After what felt like an eternity he simply laid facing up, while his hands and legs dangled.
'It is what it is', where the words rang through his being, he thought those words, felt them and accepted them.
Suddenly a bright beam of light lit the unfathomable darkness that entrapped him, he could see again, his hands and feet were as they should be but he was stark naked.
"My towel" he said in a panic and realized he could hear his own voice, filled with glee he shouted then turned his attention towards the ball of light.
"That's way too suspicious" he said as he floated closer to the ball of light.
"A dark abyss, with a singlular ball of light floating at its center" he remained cautious, although this still felt like a dream, it felt too realistic.
But was there another choice?
"I just want to be home and eat pie" he sighed, "What kind of nightmare is this?".
But the ball of light radiated a certain calmness, throbbing as though it were alive, if Godfrey could focus just enough he would have felt the pulses from the ball of light.
After a long thought, Godfrey shrugged tiredly, "I can't be more dead than I am" he said and floated towards the ball of light.
As soon as he touched it, his soul shuddered.
An incomprehensible power flowed through him, his eyes shone a bright light, the ball of light was absorbed into his very being, changing him at the primal level, discarding him of his humanity.
If Godfrey could scream, then he would, sadly he couldn't.
His self awareness was stretched beyond what the human mind had the ability to comprehend, he felt reality itself, the strings of fate woven out of nothingness before him, he tried to reach out to them but realized he had no hands.
Or rather, he could see through his hands. With a sad realization he instinctively knew he had no body and was but a singular soul existing beyond the fabrics of reality.
The metaphysics.
Rays of light burst towards and past him in a rush, million of rays, he could feel each one distinctively, but he couldn't comprehend it, he felt himself breaking, about to shatter under the weight of existence itself.
Godfrey gritted his teeth, although he had none. But he refused to allow himself to be dissipated, washed away by the tides that rushed passed him.
Suddenly it all went dark again, then a holographic message popped up in front of him.
Godfrey was too stunned to understand, he had barely managed to stop his soul from crumbling but he could see the message before him, some words were written on the page.
But even if he shut his eyes, he couldn't shut his ears, the systems voice sounded through the darkness.
"GODFREY MILTON HAS PASSED"
"YOU ARE AMONGST THE SELECT FEW"
"YOU SHALL BE TRANSPORTED TO ANOTHER WORLD TO SAVE IT, THE WORLD THAT YOU CREATED"
"SAVE YOUR WORLD AND RESOLVE THE DESTRUCTION OF THE UNIVERSE FROM THE PLOT BREAK"
"BESTOWING UPON YOU AN INNATE ATTRIBUTE"
"POWER OF THE PEN"
"GOOD LUCK GODFREY MILTON, I SHALL BE OF ASSISTANCE WHENEVER YOU NEED ME"
And with that, Godfrey felt his soul being pulled away from the dark abyss, further and further away, he knew not where he was being taken too but he was glad for it.
Godfrey tried to bring back the voice he had heard while in the abyss but he couldn't remember all of it, but that didn't matter anymore, he was going back home. He wasn't dead.
***
"Aaahhh" Godfrey shouted as he sat up in a rush, unfortunately he smashed his head into a wooden surface, sending him back to the bed while his head was racked with pain.
"What the hell" he cursed as he opened his eyes once more, he felt at his head and there was no blood, that calmed him.
"So you're finally awake..." A deep voice echoed from the corner of the room, Godfrey looked sharply at the man. Only then did he realize how horribly wrong things were.
"Wait, where am I?" He said in a panic, he looked left and right expecting to see his work table and newly bought chair, or maybe Annie by the door faking her voice to be a man's just to get a reaction but he knew that not be true.
"Don't pretend to be dumb Frey" the deep voice called once more, his footfalls sounded through the room as he approached him.
Godfrey skidded back, away from the man till the light from the window shone on his face, "It's just me, Bran" his deep voice said.
"Your family isn't here right now so you can relax" Bran said in a calm voice but Godfrey was anything but calm.
He looked down on himself and noticed he wasn't wearing his towels, rather it was a leather tunic and sandals with bruises riddled all over his body.
The pain settled within him as he saw them, his entire body ached while he was bathed in sweat and confusion.
"Frey? Are you okay?" Bran asked in a concerned tone, this was the first time he saw Frey the Disgraceful like this.
"No, I'm not okay" he said as he realized all that he experienced wasn't a dream, neither was he in his world.
"I am not okay at all".