Project 158

*Blub* *Blub* Drowning that is how the feeling is called right? As I never swam before. Only read of those in stories.

Coming back to myself from the thoughts on why I never swam before. I ask myself where I am?

Before I was … and now I’m in complete darkness. No light, no stars and no way of showing where I am.

I question myself. Who I am? I’m Leroy born in ??? living in my home in ??? and having the fun of my life only interrupted by something otherworldly happening.

Or so I thought as the Darkness and loneliness goes to my head. At first, I felt normal as long as I can distract myself from my situation.

But after 1 hour of me trying to imagine anything from porn to my love series Poektmon to my now slowly falling grades over the times of my semester. And as my thought drift so does my body.

My thoughts scrambling to reorganize only to fail me time and time again. Until I set for the simple stuff of just counting numbers.

And as I reach number 1 million and 22 thousand, I begin to start to release what’s happening.

I’m stuck in a void of blackness with no escape to see left, right, up and down.

And as my head and thought come to myself, I also notice something essential. I think I’m drowning right? The feeling of my lounges being filled with a substance and the constant reflex of coughing and trying to get it out. Which I didn’t even notice over the time my head was spinning.

And as the feeling started to get stronger a thing pierced my back. Going straight through my back and coming out through my chest. The form feels like a fisher hook, but I’m not certain as I see nothing. And plop I feel myself starting to emerge to the surface.

What greets me is an old bastard or that’s the first word that comes to mind. As if he could read my mind his facial features start to change from a wise old man to a grotesque monster with many eyes spider like claws hanging from his back, the weirdly abnormal Enderman or slander men legs and hands. The complete black or void like skin and the rainbow cotton candy beard weirdly perfectly placed beneath his face.

He starts opening his mouth, racer sharp teeth following a row down his throat like a monster sandworm. Probably able to spin I think to myself.

And as the mouth opens to a span no normal creature or living being could sustain. And as it finally reaches its peak a sound follows or better a cry. Which scared the shit so out of me! Which almost made me black out, but then I noticed something warm entering my back.

The first thing I could think of was that an angel has come down from heaven to heal my mortally wounds. Only to open my eyes and see larvae crawling trough the hook and eating their way into me.

The feeling probably coming from the substances their release from their mouth and ass.

Shivers coming down my spine as I notice the reality of the situation, I’m in. with the last breath I can take in this weird situation I shout, “Stop for god’s sake”.

And funnily enough it stopped. The creator stared into my eyes curiously the larvae started to work their way backwards. As if someone had clicked the reverse button on a video as they spitted out flesh which instantly connected to my body.

The face and mouth of the rainbow monster starts to rearrange itself to a state it or me finds normal or acceptable. As it starts to talk.

“Strange, before no meal has dared to talk to me or was even able to talk as the suffering of the abyss should normally derange someone to the point of not being able to talk.”

I look into his eyes or the prominent big eyes and state “Probably”

He looks at me with glint in its eyes “So a talker then, no problem with that had no talk in like eons, but its what you get by going fishing in the abyss”

“Yes, talking I can talk I can talk so much, so we are now friends, right?” I ask him scared as I am

“Friends? Oh, I know what you mean but no bro, I’m no friends with a thing like you, no soul no body, I don’t even quite know how you landed here. But man, you must taste delicious. As my mouth starts watering from smell of your will alone.”

“But you know food that talks is always to be kept for dessert. As its screams and terror of seeing its brethren or other species being eaten alive before him. Always makes the spirit taste so heavenly”

I began to clutter as the Monster start to talk about everything I don’t want to think about until it stops. It clicks its mouth and looks at me as if I had taken the live of his whole family.

“So, a marked one you are. Fucking you and all the time, you stole me. Always dangling their priced catch in front of my nose. I KNOW YOU CAN HEAR ME FUCK OFF”

The scenery changes at the last words which came from the monster’s mouth. I find myself in a hospital bed. I at first moment notice jump out of my bed and start to run to the window. What lies in front of me is the normal scenery of my home’s mountain chains.

I start to calm down only to check my stomach area immediately after. What I find is nothing not even a scratch on my T-shirt or body. When I notice that nothing happened, I finally start to breath normally.

I turn back to my bed and finding something weird next to it. My bag which I always take to my friends, which weirdly enough is my emergency bag at the same time.

How to describe it, it has the height of a military backpack, so almost as big as me. It has every single thing inside you could imagine, you would need in an emergency.

It was created in my younger days specific in my otaku face. Where my favorite genre where apocalypse and Isekai. Hooking me so much that I started to prepare for it for real.

Only to be welcomed by my family with spread arms and encouragement. My friend was so hooked by the idea that he told me that I should take that thing to him every time I visit him. And for bringing it with me he would help me design and upgrade the bag or even supply some of the things like cans, canned food, an SSD plate, hardware, tactical shove.

Many memories come to mind from those old days. Like my One Punch man training routine making it even able to ware that thing. It became quite a part of me even the neighbors laughing and encouraging me sometimes even helping or adding stuff over the Christmas as presents to my emergency bag.

It became so big that when I grew out of my face, I still couldn’t let it go. So, I kept it with me. I’m still proud of my accomplishment, my one punch man routine I still hold true too and the ever increasing and evolving emergency backpack which to this day is holding my head in the right place. Letting me thing over everything in a calm and open way.

Like what do I need those bags of chips for when I could buy some new stuff for it. Or does this thingy even work if an apocalypse breaks out? Do I need solar panels or something like that and how do they work? It is letting me think about my future and gives me the right mindset for investments.

As I think back to the memories I had with this bag, something essential strikes me. Didn’t I put that weird thing in one of those pockets right? And I than inspected it, which than probably brought me this bad dream but? As I check my bag trough, I seem to not find it. I look left right. I even consider the hospital stuff having taken it.

But then I notice on a 3-legged table near the bed a flower boutey. As I look closer, I find a card inside it stating:

“Welcome to the Hospital of Everlast, we wish you much rest and hope that you will feel better soon. Sadly, we couldn’t find your Name in the archives of this towns network or your Address and Name online after inspecting your ID which we found in your Backpack (sorry for intruding without your consent but we just found you before our doors unconscious).

After Inspecting your thoroughly, we found nothing wrong with you and after our research over your ID we didn’t rly try any further. We the hospital stuff don’t want anything to do with you and we hope you can leave us alone by going through the backdoor, because people like you with nothing on the line don’t quite understand that actions can have consequences. So, we hope that you understand our concerns. With Love the Hospital staff of Everlasting”

Im shocked did that thing rly just told me that my ID is not found my name or address not able to be connect? Like wait doesn’t that mean even my family name was missing, but that would mean… Being stunned I made my way home as fast as I could. Only to find it missing like not missing in the way of being at the wrong address or mistaking the wrong house, but in the weird way of nothing being their no Building no nothing only a sign saying: “under construction” on a small grass field surrounded by buildings.

I look stunned at what once was my home. And as I am thinking over it, I notice the weird looks my neighbors and close friends are giving me. As they had never known or seen me before. They didn’t look like someone seeing someone they hate. But more like some weird dude they don’t know just showed up out of nowhere in their neighborhood.

At first, I didn’t think much about it, but now I’m slowly starting to understand it clearly. The weird looks, the empty building complex, the missing ID. I have been deleted or erased. As in a way that nobody remembers me nobody even knows me.

I start to take out my handy and Google everything about me like my life depends on me. The first thing I notice is that’s it’s the day after I had that bad dream so only 1 night passed. The next thing I found out is that no news is found about missing people or missing apartment complex. The next thing I search is for my family tree. Nothing erased everyone who was engaged in my family from both sides disappeared. In a way that lets the best hacker look like a god.

Not even my Gamer tag or presence on the internet was left out. But it was done crudely nobody took my place. In such a way that every little action I had online was not covered up but just let be. The forum on reddit I created exists, but my name or comments are gone but the reply to mine are still there. And weirdly enough is it that everybody is just ignoring those crude holes.

What now? I’m alone as far as I can see. Nobody left remembering me and all I have left is…

More than I could ever dream off in such a scenario. I once asked my family what I should do if I such a scenario happened. They told me that I shouldn’t think to much about them as they will always love me and that I should only look for them if a hint is given that they are in danger.

I asked “But what about the emotional part of all of this” she said that I shouldn’t think of it that badly and that they could enjoy what they have right now, knowing that it could be their last. Since then, we never rly hold pack on each other always enjoying the better of each other.

Which I understood later when my father died. That those memories still exist and as long as they exist so does my father still exist. In my heart and memory his principle and perspective given to me to look through and understand.

And as live gives downside so does it give up sides. One of those were my understanding of death and how my father always told me to not be sad over his death as sadness will never heal but happiness can flow and spread.

And looking at my situation right now I can only agree. The thought of everyone forgetting me and that my whole family disappeared is like a rock in my throat. Crushing, but remembering the happy times I had with them does kinda lessens this feeling, as I feel no regrets.

The knowledge that I have the thought and feelings of everybody combined in this single back lessens this feeling immensely. Its creepy that from all the things I could have gotten it’s the only thing I have the most connection with. As to why it was the back, it’s probably because that globe was stored in it, as it is the only thing I don’t check daily.

THE GLOBE! Fuck I completely forgot it. Wait why do I not remember anything about this globe any detail. The only thing I know is that it was a globe and that I found it in ??? where did I find this thing? And how did it look like. It looked like an ??? globe much more isn’t there.

I can’t remember anything of the things that happened with the globe. Or anything related to it or where it even came from. The only thing I know is that it was in this backpack which I have by me right know and the form it had, which felt like a globe. Which is only a feeling but not an image.

No imagine. No memory. Only the feeling. The weird dream, The bright feeling… Its inside of me isn’t it. Like one of those cursed objects. I facepalm myself. The weird feeling of thinking more and much more in depth about anything. A driving force of checking if anything was missed out.

Its controlling me passively but not in depth I can still think about it, but I will probably handle everything weirdly from now on. Aren’t I?

I think about everything again. It will probably try to find out everything about me and the things I have with me right now. So, it has no knowledge about them. That’s why it changed tiny thing to let me talk and think about something much more than normal.

Interesting. It probably knew that I would look for every change it probably did and trough both it could see if he left something out. And maybe he wants me to search for clues about its existence to find out if more of its kinds exists.

That would be my first theory my second…