It’s dark.
This spacious room is very dark.
The only area with any light is here with large tubes of blue, even this area alone is big but surely, there’re more hidden in the dark. Rather not think about it.
Surprisingly most dreams are usually so dimply lit that this is a good amount of light, at least q door can vaguely be seen behind the mountains of weird devices. If you squint, you could make out some of it, like the glass case on the table near the door contain what looks like magic stone in a fantasy world, or the circuit board attached to the blue tubes like in sci-fi that is now turned off. It’s really a specific odd dream.
‘What did I read before bed that produces this…’ in a room filled with weird stuff belong to all type of genres he couldn’t help but sigh.
Right, what make him so sure that this is a dream.
To begin, where in the real world can one find all of this? He is not someone who have such weird hobby or the fortune to acquire it and this is not something his friends could obtain either. If you go out of your way and suggest that someone might have kidnap you and was planning to do experiments then it would make no sense to pick someone like him. He is nothing more than a normal human with a normal life, you wouldn’t find an inch of special power in him. Although the thought of those power fantasy is very intriguing, he’s not just gonna get excited and throw away his 18 years of comfort to be swept in chaos, so this better be a dream. Ah, his sleepy brain is spewing too much nonsense right now, focus.
‘Beside my summer vacation just started, I need to get ready for college too so I’d rather not being transfer into a weird world…’
It’s rather bothersome for a mob-like character like him…
Second point of the argument, his senses are all dull, he can surely move but it feels like chains are wrapped around his whole body, the exact sensation he have whenever he’s dreaming. It’s all so dream like that he doesn’t have a second thought about this weirdly clear illusion. He’d surely forget about most of it when he wakes up, so he should slowly enjoy this nice dream right now. Although, just a bit, it fells weird, fear of this not being a dream is interesting too…
Third and last point, this is not his body. This body that he’s currently have is oddly clean, not even a scar could be found. It’s weird to see your own body so clean as if you’re not human.
‘Well consider this dream, it would not be weird if I’m no human’
His exposed knees are spotless, the scars from when he was a child could not be seen anywhere. And moreover, why is he currently butts naked? This is a dream and all but this is just…
Ticktock, ticktock
Currently, he’s sitting in what looks like an incubator with glass dome, those weird one in movie where someone is sleeping in it and about to wake up to a futuristic world, at least the mattress is soft. The blue tubes seem to be connected to this, what’s in those…?
Consider the setting, let’s just assumed that he is some experiment and that he has just been brought into life while his creator is out. Should he cause chaos or do some weird things? It’s not real so mess up won’t affect anyone. Besides, he rarely got to be something like this in his dreams and it’s better to chase people than let his mind create a monster to chase him.
‘When I wake up I hope I can write this all down.’ He chuckles internally at the thought he would write a successful interesting story based on a dream.
The way to the door is to the left of him and the incubator’s glass dome open toward the dark area, let’s move toward the light. His hands support his body as he tries to move.
‘Is there anything to cover myself with, it’s rather cold’
Fumbling along the tables and the mess of equipments just rolling around, it’s rather hard to use this body, it feels so weak, but it quickly stabilizes itself. In this dimply lit room, he can only hope he won’t bump into something weird and end up waking. There’re so much interesting things here that sleep in sounds like a good idea, he likes dreams where he can wander and nothing bother him.
His feet land on the cold wooden floor.
Tables, bookshelves, glass cases, incubators, gemstones,…this room is filled to the brim. The smells of papers and old books bring back a weird familiar feeling. Monitors looks like they’re made of thin sheet of plastic, plants that seems like they’re monster mutants, books decorated in gold, tubes filled with strange liquid. On one of the shelve is clay slate with some sort of ancient langue, next to a dagger with a divine type of vibe, all covered in dust. Interesting, truly. Ah, there’s a lab coat on the chair at the working table near the door.
Ticktock, ticktock
‘Now I don’t want to wake up at all. Will mom let me sleep past 10?’
His eyes slowly adjust to the dimply lit room.
Making his way toward his only clothing option, he doesn’t forget to take glance at some of the more fun stuff, especially that big book near the frog like plant, he will soon be back to take a look, though he doubt he could read any of it.
On the work table connect to the chair with the lab coat, there’re lots of documents in no particular order. The owner of this room seems to have rushed out or something as some papers has been knocked down. Probably no harm in reading this, the lamp on the work table turned on with a warm white light. He pick up the few pieces near his feet after putting on the coat, hoping to see drawings and junk that looks like words.
Ticktock, ticktock
-Greed-filled class monster, drop gold and gemstones, most sought after and the most common. Currently there’re 32 most common variables…
Well there’s drawings and words but…it’s too clear? He can actually read the words and not just his brain translate nonsense into something with meaning.
His heart beat loudly from the new information. Be it not from excitement.
-Lust-filled class, aggressive, their numbers are not much because they usually group together into big lumps, drop potions and drugs. Lust is something more than just sexual desire, rather dangerous…
Flip, flip.
There seems to be a system of monster hunting and reward drops here. Most things write down in front of him are about monster and their variables and seems to be based on human sins. Cliché but it seems fun, wonder what type of mc this type of story have. Although these types of drawings of monsters are rather creepy, looks like some type of bad hallucinations…
His hands are getting sweaty.
Something seems to have caught his eyes.
-Despair, drop nothing, need to be killed immediately when spotted. A mix of sins and anguish, variables are uncountable, the seed of world end. Need to contact the higher up and isolate the area when a spawn of despair have the potential to spawn….
There’s a note stick on this page.
-Need to find where their origin and correlation to God…?
‘….huh?’
Ticktock, ticktock
The sensation of paper is nice to the touch slowly make it way into one consciousness. His mind quickly alarms about the fragments of all his sensations. He could feel his heart drop to his stomach. Surely one must have realized it, with ever part of the body warming up and getting sharper.
Ticktock…
There’s a clock here…?
There’s no time in dreams, clock won’t work. At least that’s what they said. So why.
Why is the clock in front of him spew out 7 Am.
He didn’t realize it, he could but he would like not to. There has been weak sounds seeping into his mind for a while now and every so often, he think of how this is not a dream. But he have had this type of vivid wild ride before, so maybe when he wake up, he would laugh at his weird fear while sleeping. There’re footsteps in the background serves as the alarm for his denial to reality, he’d like not to notice it so he choose to ignore it at first. The footsteps quickly descending from above, sounds like someone is rushing down, they will soon reach here.
The footsteps getting louder the closer it comes near the door. His body can’t move, somehow he can’t move, he just blankly stares at the slowly opening door. What will greet him behind that door? A monster? The guy who he assumed to be the evil creator of this body? No matter what he tries to spin he’d soon have to face it.
The light from outside is blinding but only for a bit. And a pair of green eyes stare back at him soon enough. The blond in front of him seems to be shocked and both just stand there, seemingly frozen in time.
‘Umm…..isn’t this supposed to be a dream…?’
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