Commission for: @invaderphoeb
Summary: Along the lines of “and then I woke up; it was all a dream”. A certain scenario in which, you, the main character, has a dream that feels a little too real. (Based on Twisted Wonderland’s prologue chapter).
Notes: Not all lines are precisely quoted from the game, but follows the same premise and significance.
Was there more to this life than this static cycle? Everyday was the same boring routine: wake up, eat, go to school, go to work, go home, wash up, play a game, and go to sleep. The cycle repeats the next day. Perhaps the most excitement you would get was at work or playing a game. Ah yes, a new game was set to be made playable today, right? ‘Twisted Wonderland’ was set to release on the 18th of March, 2020.
The first thing you did when you came home and completed your daytime routine was open the application to the game you hardly had the chance to spare glance at, ambient and haunting background music filling your ears as you lose yourself to its rhythm. Once your finger taps at the screen you feel yourself drift out of reality, almost quite literally, as black fog begins to cloud your vision and overtake your senses entirely. If you were any more aloof, you would have thought you fell asleep the moment you had just a bit of downtime today.
Darkness, rumbling, the whinnying of horses, clattering, more rumbling, silence, footsteps, then followed by the crackle of flames around this small space you were in. You push at one side— a wall, then another— yet another wall. Were you trapped in some sort of box?
“This is bad… people are coming. I have to get a uniform before—” There is an irritated little voice just before this confined space you were in, followed by rattling noises on wood.
It was pitch black in there. But your clothes felt different from the pajamas you put on. You feel around at the fabric that feels expensive on your skin, the sleeves tightly fitted to your arms and another sleeve loosely tied over it. When did you get changed? Did you get kidnapped by some cult for their ritual? Something else entirely? The heavy wooden lid to your confines is removed and you are nearly convinced that this is a dream. Were coffins supposed to float?
“You’re not supposed to be awake!” The annoying voice yells back, slightly hushed. “Actually, nevermind that— I need your robes!”
“Your ceremony robes! What you’re wearing now! I’ll roast you!”
“A raccoon is telling me to take off my clothes… that’s new.”
“I’m not a raccoon!” He puffs blue flames from his mouth, and you take the opportunity to turn on your heel and run, not even sparing a glance behind you.
Though hardly any light outside the room you woke up in, you could make out the stone architecture, strange, ornate decorations, green flames flickering on white candle wicks, apple trees in the courtyard, a castle— nothing was familiar. Worry and discomfort grew more and more at the pit of your stomach and you almost stumbled from the anxiety weakening your knees.
Stopping briefly to catch your breath in what appeared to be a library, you hunch over one of the study tables and slap away the books floating towards you, sending it in an opposite direction. Unfortunately, it was hardly enough time to rest and think before whatever you ran from caught up to you. You felt heat graze your back followed by the light of blue flames bouncing off of every surface in front of you. You twisted back to meet the eyes of the tiny, talking pest that desperately wants the clothes off your back.
He approaches you slowly, “If you don’t wanna get cooked, I suggest you hand over your—“ his sentence is cut off when the rope of a whip wraps around his stubby arms and binds him where he stands. The talking beast yelps in pain, struggling to get free.
The owner of the whip grabs the scruff of your assailant and frowns at it before facing you. Dark feathers adorn the collar of his coat resting on his shoulders, a white buttoned shirt beneath a glittery and intricate vest to go with his coat. His matching hat sits atop his head with the strangest mask that reminded you of what plague doctors wore way back then. All in all, another strange figure.
“A new student! I finally found you,” he sighs in relief. “You shouldn’t be leaving the gate on your own— not only that, but your untamed familiar here has broken many of the school rules.”
The creature wriggles in his clawed grasp. “I’m not a damn familiar! Lemme go!”
The figure glares back at the creature in his grasp “Sure, sure, that’s what they all say. Now shut up for a bit.” He fastens a muzzle to its snout.
“How impatient of a new student to wake up so unexpectedly before the ceremony.” You try to speak, but he simply continues talking, pulling you and the talking animal with him. “Let’s go back to the Mirror Chamber and continue on with the ceremony.”
“N-New student?” You stammer out, fighting the confusion and stress this situation is causing you. All this strange talk is making you dizzy. “H-Hold on! Please!”
“I’ll explain on the way, now let’s go!” The figure nudges you out of the library. “Don’t want to be late for the ceremony.”
You were one step out of the doorway of the library before you finally gave in to stress and your vision began to fade. Muscles turning lax and all your senses make a full stop, the last sight you see is the strange man, moving to help you. He releases the familiar in the process, however. You hear numerous voices surrounding you, but your eyelids remain too heavy to open. The softness on your back reminds you of the safety of your bedroom, yet new voices keep you in a state between unconsciousness and reality. It takes just a few more moments before the voices drown out entirely, silenced, until you are able to open your eyes and you stare eye to eye with the stuffed bear laying next to you on the bed.
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