*Thump* *Thump* *Thump* *THUMP*
Wha!? Where am I?! Everything hurt, I couldn’t see and I struggled to move.
It took me a moment to realize my body wasn’t moving as well as I'd like and that I was finding it hard to breathe… before I could make sense of my situation everything faded to black (well, more black I guess).
*Thump* *Thump* *Thump* *THUMP*
I awoke again, I didn’t hurt as much and I could faintly make out my surroundings. For a second I thought I died… again.
Well now that I could see a bit I should find out where I am.
I’m in… a wooden box?
I raised my arm to try and open the lid… why was my arm so damn small!? I felt so weak!
Well my arms wouldn’t get me anywhere, wherever ‘here’ even was, while thinking of this I tried to remember what I saw last… memories of the world breaking apart came forth in a wave of pain and nausea.
I groaned as everything came back to me, years alone in the base, mapping out my surroundings… and the Queen saying my name… I’ll dwell on that later… for now I have bigger problems.
How was I alive? What happened to me? Where was I? Why was I so small and why in the hell did someone put me in a damn box!?
I tried to yell only to let out a pathetic infantile screech… wait.. No fucking way, did I turn into a baby? Who the hell puts a baby in a box!?
Unless… Did I get reborn into a baby? I didn’t get time to think on this any further as again I started finding it hard to breath as everything started fading to black.
Son of a bit-
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Aaaand I’m back… did I just die? For like the third time?!
I could perfectly see my surroundings now, I no longer felt any pain and I could move my body with a bit more dexterity.
I need to get out of here, I thought I’d been reborn but either this is actually hell or a random god or shitty writer has a sick sense of enjoyment watching me struggle. [*Sweating*]
I tried pushing what I thought was the lid… or scratching it I guess? I did everything in my power to break the seal to the outside, by the time I felt myself fading again my hands were bloody and I felt even weaker than before.
Fuckshitgodamnmotherfu- I died again.
*Thump* *Thump* *Thump* *THUMP*
I felt strong, my body got bigger, my hands now had sharp nails and I was finding it hard to move when I suddenly took up so much more space.
As great as getting stronger felt, I really really didn’t enjoy dying and while I’d never been claustrophobic, suddenly getting bigger while stuffed in a box was getting to me.
Thinking that I continued trying to break the lid, this time a single swipe saw my new nails tearing it apart like butter… then I was flooded with dirt.
“Pfff ptooey” excited by my success at tearing the box I had unwittingly left my mouth open and now felt like I’d swallowed a portion of dirt larger than my fist!
This time I didn’t feel like I was gonna fade out anytime soon so I'd better start digging unless I wanna starve myself out.
So I got to work, shifting some dirt here, wiggling my body around there, marveling at an earthworm I found (I’d never seen one that was unmutated).
I noticed while digging that I slowly but surely got better at it, now this wasn’t due to my skill increasing but my body seemed to adapt to my surroundings. I no longer had nails but instead my hands were bone white and each end of each finger was a sharp point.
I was vaguely starting to be able to even sense my skin starting to become smoother to allow for easier movement… and all of these changes were accompanied by a red glow around the affected area… a glow which seemed… familiar.
As a pile of earth shifted daylight started pouring through, finally I could get out of this hellhole!
*sizzle*
Holy shit that's hot!
Well this is… marginally better I guess?
I quickly moved into some shade before the sun (definitely not the one I remember) cooked me alive.
Even being in shade barely helped as it felt like I’d left an oven and entered a slightly less hot oven!
Around me in every direction was red dirt broken up by the occasional sparse shrub or red rock.
3 things stood out however.
The first was the hole I'd just gotten out of with the wooden crosses next to it… and the second was what looked like a man sitting in a chair facing away from me, I didn’t have to get closer to know he was already dead… even without the mass of flies the smell gave it away.
The third was the red ute I was hiding in the shade of. Well I assume it's red from what little paint remains but like hell it’d get me anywhere with how badly mangled it is, it looks like a grenade went off in it!
“Sigh” not like I'd be able to drive it currently anyway.
I had bigger problems literally on my hands at the moment anyway, bringing my hands closer to my face I inspected the now clawlike appendage, bone white and spiky… I had a few ideas about it but most of them would end up with me in a lab or being hunted by some very powerful beings.
I really didn’t have much time to think before or after my initial death… I had to get some answers now that I had some breathing room.
Now… Where/What/Who the hell am I?