“It’s been… how many days?”, asked Timmy.
“It feels like that…”, Jim coughed and added, “But it’s only been a few minutes…”
Jim suddenly fell to his knees, “I feel weak…”
“That’s understandable… We’ve been walking under this sun for days if not weeks.”
“I can’t breathe…”
“You’re having an anxiety attack?”
Jim nodded, “It looks like it.”
“You have to move on… you wouldn’t like the alternative.”, sighed Timmy.
“That’s not how you help someone having an anxiety attack…”
“You’re not having an anxiety attack, are you?”
Jim laughed, “If not, then what am I having?”
“You wouldn’t like the alternative.”
“What? Paranoia? Dehydration?”
Timmy nodded.
“We have been walking and walking but where is the civilization? What if there is none…”
“Shh!”, Timmy put his fingers on his lips and gestured to Jim about someone with chains having their face planted on the sand.
“Civilization!”, screamed Jim.
“Someone call 911!”
“What part of keeping quiet did you not understand?”
Before Jim could reply he blacked out, and when he opened his eyes again he found himself beside Timmy in some sort of a sand castle with their arms chained.
“Where are we?”
“I still do not know.”
“I mean… what is this place?”
“Looks like a base for some people…”
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Jim tried to break free of his chains. “You’ve tried it before, you couldn’t do it then… what makes you think you can do it now?”, smirked Timmy.
“Well, at least I’m trying something…”, he grunted while still trying his best, “Unlike a certain SOMEONE!”, he gave up.
“So… we’ve been captured.”
“Yes. Thanks to a certain someone screaming…”
“Oh don’t be mad, you’d be as excited as I was if you were there.”
“I was there.”
“Were you?”
Two creatures who barely resembled humans came up to them and started speaking gibberish that neither of them could understand.
They tried to move Jim’s body and check it.
“Why are they ignoring you…?”
“Maybe I’m of no importance to them.”
“What makes me so important?”
“I’m sorry I don’t speak gibberish, or else I’d translate.”
“HA HA, very funny…” Jim was getting annoyed.
“If only I could move them away from me…”
Jim looked at the ceiling made out of sand, “I think I can control sand…”
“What?”, asked Timmy.
“Since when?”, he added.
“Since… forever.”, Jim replied as he commanded the sand over him to bury all the people there except them.
“What just happened?”, asked Timmy.
“It’s another world… an isekai.” Jim laughed. “It makes perfect sense for me to have powers.”
“Like sand control?”
“No.”, Jim smirked. He looked at his hands and smiled, “Like omnipotence!”
Timmy sighed, “You need to stop reading those novels…”
“I’ve never read a novel in my entire life…”
“Then those children’s comics…”
“I see that you’re not a man of taste.”
Timmy sighed again, “If you are omnipotent then how about making a river right here then?”
Jim smiled, “You’re right!”
He put his hands up and tried his best. A few minutes passed.
“So…”, said Timmy. “Where is the river?”
“I can’t… I can’t make a river.”
“So you’re not omnipotent are you?”
“No I can do anything… except…”
“Except make a river? An omnipotent without the powers to create a river…”
“Argh.”, said Jim, annoyed with the limits of his powers. “But look!”, he put his hands forward and made a camp with proper campfire.
“I can do this…”, he added and walked towards it. “I feel cold…”
“Does the fire help?
“No… I still feel cold.”
“I guess you were right, maybe I’m not omnipotent…”, Jim smirked.
“You should get some rest…”
“No… not yet…”