Chapter One- Arrival The desolate murmur of sound surrounds you, making you wince in pain. It feels as though your head is about explode and reshape itself before failing and falling back apart. The murmur gets louder as your consciousness begins to return, the feeling of your soul gently falling back into its body after years of being departed. Your eyes flash open against a darkness that begins to fade, leaving behind your desolate surroundings. You can feel the ground beneath you, cold yet comforting against your back. You slowly rise, taking in where you are as you do. There is almost nothing but vast emptiness and a couple worn down building that provide little shelter. You are next to a campfire; who made it you are unsure of. Where am I? You think to yourself, until a better question comes to mind: Who am I? You begin to hear what sounds like the shuffling of feet behind you, a sound that was there the entire time but only just became clear to you. You quickly turn around, bracing yourself as to who or what it is. Before you stands an average man that you have never seen before, smiling politely. "Sorry to scare you, but I could probably answer some questions for you." "Who are you?" You ask him, accidentally forceful. "Oh, you don't know me. Well, at least consciously." "And what exactly does that mean?" The smiles more, pissing you off slightly. "Well, here's the thing... You've only ever seen me once when you were in the supermarket. We passed by each other without ever saying a word." "So you just remember me from that? What are you, some sort of stalker?" "Oh, no.... Although your mind would probably place me as something like that. I am whatever you make me out to be. These are your dreams, after all." You stare at him, puzzled as to what he means. "My dreams? But I never fell asleep." "Oh, but you did," he says, his smile fading slightly, "but this time, you will stay asleep." It takes you a few seconds to realize what the man's words were implying. "I'm... Dead?" The man gives you a sad smile, comforting you slightly. "It's not all that bad here. The world is your own mind. Everything and everyone you've ever seen is here, including what you have previously dreamt, locked away until your subconscious brings it forward." You give the man a troubled look, a bit of fear beginning to show. "Everything?" "Yes..." Says the man, a sadistic grin beginning to spread across his face. "Everything." The man man jerkily grabs you by the shoulders, his appearance slowly changing. His skin begins to crack and peel until some muscle tissue shows in certain spots. Blood begins to form in his mouth, constantly dripping out like saliva. His eyes become a haze, absence of colour making them seem a dark gray. His finger nails elongate, digging into your flesh. "Now then," he says, a new deeper and wetter sounding voice than the kind one he used before, "how about I show you the truths that hide inside of your mind?"
Sorry for not updating yet, but I am in too happy of a mood to write this type of story at the moment lol. I will attempt to write when I am either feeling a bit down or tired (as those are my writing moods)