Hello newbie. How are you feeling?

I’m not feeling.

And it was true, the usual hysteria of this dimension, His dimension, was missing.

I know your life’s fucked up, but you could at least be polite and answer.

The voice was nonchalantly mocking Him. Whoever they have had no hurry to say what they wanted.

“Piss off,” he grunted.

Well, aren’t you just a nice lad?

“Who the hell are you? Come out from wherever you’re hiding and I’ll show you just how nice I can be.”

Oh, I’m cowering in fear.

Starting to feel uneasy, the young man tucked his fidgeting hands in the pockets of his ragged pants.

He felt spied and extremely anguished. He couldn’t see a palm from his body in the dark, dimly lit, empty room.

As far as he knew, some freak kidnapped him in his doped state and brought him here. Why? Here where?

He couldn’t remember anything after he swallowed his second pill. Lost in his thoughts, He didn’t notice the lights dimming until he was left standing in the pitch black, small space.

Spotlights blinded him with their scorching white light.

Man, I always love me some dramatic moments but...I’m also getting bored so let’s cut the chase, shall we?

Sounds of heavy footsteps echoed in the dead silence.

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You, as some others, are immune to drugs’ physical and mental damages...well apart from addiction. The glimpses of the perfect life you had living like a god, well those were mostly my doing.

He stayed silent for a bit cursing himself for letting some delusional person kidnap him.

“Look, I don’t know what you’re on, but it must be hella strong, man. Just stop with the bullshit and let me go. I won’t even call the cops. I’m high. You’re high. Let’s just call it a night.”

Everything went still: no more footsteps, no mentally deranged kidnappers.

Chills traveled up to the back of his head bringing back the tense atmosphere.

A low chuckle vibrated in his ears.

Let’s set a few things straight. You are in no position to make decisions or strike deals. I’m the only one who does the talking from now on unless you want your half-rotten brain to melt out of your insolent mouth. Clear?

Fearing for his life, He stayed silent and nodded his head.

I am something your weak human brain can’t understand. All you need to know is that I am extremely powerful and I rule the two dimensions.

There are two of them and both are mine. Back in time, further, than you could ever think, I made a mistake and granted some of you humans powers that your kind obviously couldn’t use properly. I gave them some substances that allowed them to have a taste of The Great Dimension for a small amount of time because that’s the most I could without risking the balance to falter.

The heavy combat boots faded away. His or her flip-flops echoed against the wall.

Of course, you stupid barbarian lots thought they were ‘oh so smart’ and started abusing my gift: altering the substances, making new deathly ones and ultimately creating what you now call Wonderland, the most powerful drug that was ever known. You sold it to anyone willing to pay. And what I feared occurred: the balance was ruined and the Axis shifted. The Great Dimension fell and its beauty faded away for eternity leaving now a pale ghost of what it once was. Your ignorance caused me to punish you and I added bad consequences to my gifts which became what you now call ‘drugs’. What you saw all this time was an illusion, a fragment of what this place was like before you destroyed it.

Why would I be immune then?

He didn’t dare voice his question, worried for his brain.

I told you to not fucking speak!

Terrified, He shook his head. He didn’t even open his mouth.

Oh, I forgot I can read your mind. Nevermind. Anyhow, immune humans are rare and I still don’t know how they exist and why, but I don’t care because either way, you’re going to end up dead, one way or another.

And this is your turn.

The slippers ceased moving and hands clapped out of nowhere. He dropped to the floor unconscious.

The lights turned off and when they flickered back on, He was no longer there.