I’m a little iffy about this section, since I’m traveling into unknown territory, but hey, I can take some liberties here and there, and experimentation is key, right? I would ask though that after reading this section, could you guys give me some feedback on how I’m doing? If you feel there’s anything I should change, or if you think a section doesn’t feel right, or whatever you feel like telling me, I’d welcome some constructive criticism.
I can’t die here.
YOU’VE COME THIS FAR, RIGHT?
WHAT’S STOPPING YOU?
COME ON, YOU CAN KEEP GOING!
Basil nips at my neck impatiently, trying to elicit a reaction from me. I nod my head sluggishly to show him I still have some fight left in me, even if it is slowly draining. With all the strength I can muster, I bring my feet underneath me, and stand up…. And my head breaks the surface of the water. Basil breaks the surface as well, unwraps himself from my neck and starts his coughing-fit again, while I stand in stunned disbelief.
STAND UP TO NOT DIE.
THERE’S A FUCKING NEW ONE.
Don’t take it out on him, there’s… A “language” barrier between you two.
i’m alright Basil.
GG: dude, chill out, i said i was ok.
Basil slides off of me and darts forward and up the ramp. Taking a few steps forward, I haul myself and my waterlogged wrench out of the water. Dripping with water and no way to get dry, I crossly tie my wrench-rope once more and slide it back on. I pull the handle for my reels without caring as I follow Basil up the ramp, and subsequently get pelted in the face with my phone. I catch it as it bounces off of my face, and check it to see that I have missed pesters from Cinn, Kady and Gary. Skimming over them briefly, I note that everyone’s doing fine and that there isn’t anything to worry about. Re-captchaloguing my phone, I pull the handle once more, and yet again receive my smokes. Not even caring to try for my lighter, I instead choose to light it upon a nearby flickering torch. It’s the only one in the small hallway, and since everything beyond looks rather dark, I opt to bring said torch with me.
Ugh… This had better be worth it.
Basil might be cute, but that won’t stop me from swinging him around if he’s leading me on…
Ok, maybe I won’t swing him around, but still.
I will be pissed.
God, how long is this fucking tunnel anyhow?
I’m gonna dry off before I reach the end of this.
And where the fuck is Basil?
I swear if that snake lead me in here just to fuck with me, I’m taking his name back.
… Yeah, no, I probably won’t do that either.
Jesus. Christ. This tunnel. Is longer. Than my-
how did i not see that door.
it’s right in front of me.
and what is with this FUCKING SYMBOL?!
WHAT DOES IT FUCKING MEAN?
IS IT A FACE?
DOES IT STAND FOR SOMETHING?!
WHAT. THE. F-
GG: oh you’re still with me. thank god for that.
so… what exactly is going on with this door?
and this symbol?
god you’re adorable.
i wish i understood you.
I flick my long-since spent cigarette back down the hallway and bring the torch closer to the door. Looking over the symbol once more, I find that there is absolutely nothing new about this one. It looks exactly the same as the one on the door Gary and I examined earlier. Seemed ages ago he was with me… Shaking myself back to the present, I reach out and gently brush my fingers over the symbol. As soon as I touch the it, a sharp ringing pierces my eardrums. It has no external source that I can perceive, almost as if it’s inside my head. It grows louder and louder; so loud, in fact, that I can nothing else except drop the torch, fall to my knees and clutch my head in pain. Indifferent to my suffering, the ringing persists, and I can almost make out what sounds to be someone talking… Slowly, the ringing decreases in volume, until it’s no more than a whisper in my head. And when it finally stops, I am able to hear what the ringing was masking. A single word, uttered over and over, and the voice that speaks it is somewhat familiar…
The third time I hear it, it’s as though a beast growls the word in my head, low and guttural. It nearly brings me physical pain, and I’m actually dizzy as I go to stand up again. In my stupor, I step on the handle of the torch as I attempt to right myself, and my foot rolls on the wooden cylinder. Completely losing my balance, I topple forward and smash, face-first, into the stone door, and immediately black out. I wake up, almost instantaneously, it seems. But I am no longer on my world. Instead, I’m in my room, but… It’s NOT my room. The walls and floors are the same pumpkin orange I use as my text color, but everything’s there. My tv on my nightstand, my desk that Gary accidentally broke, my bed, my guitar… It’s an exact replica of my room, the only thing different is that everything is colored pumpkin-fucking-orange. I make a fist and gently knock myself in the head… And that’s when I noticed that my duds were different too. I’m not wearing my hat anymore, my wrench is gone, and I’m no longer wearing blue jeans and white shirt with my trademark 7 on it. Instead, I’m wearing… What seems to be royal clothing? It’s purple-ish, and in place of my 7 is instead a crescent moon.
ok, i have GOT to be dreaming.
???: Actually, you are, in a sense.
Whirling around, I notice than on my windowsill is perched a very familiar someone, whom I’ve not seen in ages. And, at this point in time, is a sight for sore eyes.
pardon my surprise.
it’s not that i’m not pleased to see you, cause i am.
the fuck is going on?
IP: You fell asleep somehow, didn’t you?
GG: well… yeah.
i put myself out, actually.
i tripped on a torch and slammed my face into a stone door.
guess i knocked myself clean out.
IP: That makes sense.
Glad to see you’ve woken up though, even if it is a bit later than most of us. Sometimes a slightly forceful method of being put to sleep can help one awaken.
GG: what exactly do you mean, “woken up?”
and where the hell are we?
i mean, we’re in my room… i guess…
but this obviously isn’t my room.
nor is this my apartment.
IP: Nope! We’re on Derse.
And by “woken up”, I mean your Dream Self has awakened.
Literally woken up.
Because if you’d woken up before, you’d remember all this.
I know you haven’t woken up anyway cause I’ve been keeping watch on you just in case.
GG: i… uh…
you said we’re on… Derse, was it?
Well, techincally we’re on Derse’s moon.
Cinn hops down off the ledge, and beckons me closer. As I near the window, he sticks his hand out and points at something off in this distance. Focusing, I notice that it’s a gigantic tower, insanely tall, and it, like the rest of the “moon” we’re on, has the same coloring as my clothing: A vibrant shade of purple. Violet, to be exact. The tower in the distance looks to be the same height as the one we’re currently residing in. Gazing over the moon in wonder, from the corner of my eye I spot Cinn climb up onto the ledge of the pane-less window yet again. He holds out his hand to me, and I reluctantly take it, fearing for what will happen. As soon we clasp hands, Cinn launches out the window with me in tow. I hitch in the breath to scream, but soon realize it isn’t needed, as… We’re floating. Smiling at me, Cinn simply says-
IP: Come on. I’ll give you a small tour.