Gaud dropped acid on impulse. It wasn't a thought out or even remotely planned choice, and he had no idea what to expect. So when he blacked out for a second and opened his eyes to see a wacky landscape of giant, colourful mushrooms, with a peculiar rainbow fog covering the ground up to his waist, he made the logical deduction that he had taken way too much acid. Little did he know, Gaud was as sober as the day he was born.
The air in front of Gaud shimmered as if there was a mirage. Inhaling, he noticed a bizarre smell that was a mix of ozone and bananas of all things. “What the fuck kinda acid did I take?” Gaud muttered to himself. He hadn’t taken it before, but he’d experimented with some other drugs and hadn’t had a trip this immersive before.
Gaud stepped forward, now noticing that he felt weighed down, like he was carrying a heavy backpack. To add to the difficulty of moving, the fog was not actually a gas, but a solid with the density of cotton candy. Gaud reached down, and scooped up a bit of the peculiar substance. It separated smoothly, and was somehow not sticky. Gaud attempted to squish it between his hands, but it merely flowed out between them, like a liquid or gas would.
Gaud considered trying to eat the peculiar substance, but was just enough of a germaphobe to realize that eating weird shit off the ground is a good way to get sick. Plus he was tripping on acid, right? Who knows what this fluffy stuff really was.
Gaud was standing in the middle of the rainbow fog, meaning he was in the green section. Each colour of the rainbow was a few feet wide, with a clear division between the colours. Gaud wanted to get out of the fog, so he had a choice of left, towards red, or right, towards purple. Purple was the obvious choice, for everyone who’s been taught gun safety knows red is dead. Plus purple is the colour of royalty, and who doesn’t want to be bougie?
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After a couple of struggling steps, Gaud made it to the border of green and blue. With a confident stride, Gaud stepped right into the blue fog. And fell right through, as there was no ground beneath it. “FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHH” Gaud screamed as he fell, before running out of breath before even finishing the explicative. He’d been an off and on consumer of a fun green plant for a few years, which his lungs didn’t appreciate in the least.
The blue fog was ever present during the fall, somehow not causing harm to his eyes despite them being wide open during the descent. You’d imagine that the sensation would be worse than air resistance, like one experiences when riding a motorcycle without a helmet (which nobody should ever do). Gaud had also inhaled a couple of times to continue his screaming, bringing the fog into his lungs. This also was not unpleasant in the slightest, which would perplex Gaud if he had the presence of mind to do anything but flail in the air and vocalize nonsensically, like a politician forced to argue without any fallacies.
After a couple of minutes of this, Gaud had remembered something vitally important. He was tripping on acid! There’s no way he could have been truly falling for this long, so it must not be real! Gaud sighed in relief, that was a pretty scary thing. Now that he’d calmed down, he thought that he may have slowed in his descent a decent bit. It was pretty hard to tell, considering that his eyes were touching the odd fog, making him essentially blind. Odd, but now he also just now noticed that the banana ozone smell had been replaced with a taste of blueberries and something vaguely reminiscent of dryer sheets.