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Fuck, I don’t think I’ve ever had a headache this bad
I almost let out an audible groan, but I didn’t even feel the slightest bit of embarrassment. This headache I was having? Might be the last thing I’d ever experience. Maybe the 20th beer wasn’t a good idea.
And then another sharp sting materialized between my eyes, bringing out the worst in me, and a little more.
[?]: “Ugh…”
Trying to recover any semblance of intelligence hurt my head in an all too familiar way. I really wanted to go back in time and smack myself.
I promise myself I’ll never drink any alcohol again.
After taking a few seconds to regain my senses, I blushed a bit upon realizing I had groaned out loud and caught the attention of…. Well nobody apparently.
Realizing this I quickly turned my head around, praying to whatever god that existed that Dana wasn’t anywhere near me. To my relief and then horror, I saw two blindingly bright figures conversing.
[Figure 1]: Αλλά είναι αυτό πραγματικά μια καλή ιδέα?
[Figure 2]: ναι ηλίθιε, οι πιθανότητες να μας πιάσουν είναι περίπου ίσες με το IQ σου.
And then I promptly closed my eyes again, while thanking God that I hadn't gotten up. I figured I was kidnapped by some weird cult or group, and I didn't want to be the first once sacrificed. I've seen enough movies and manga to figure this one out.
I secretly patted my pockets, and unsurprisingly, they took literally everything except my clothes. That was slightly surprising and worrying, as I was literally the most broke person I knew. And the fact that these bum kidnappers took my ancient iPhone scared me.
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What'd they want to do? Enjoy using a phone older than them? I continued insulting the kidnappers for a bit and then realized that I should probably see where I was. But on the other hand, they might be looking at me to see if I'm awake or not.
But my curiosity got the best of me, and I peeked through the slimmest part of my eyelids, only to see a clear blue sky, the type that you'd see in a textbook. This wasn't anything like {?}. The abundant and verdant landscape shocked me.
These freaks locked me in a museum? I sprung to my feet and looked around.
Surprisingly, I didn't see any glass or fences, which must have meant that there was more than 25 km of nature in this museum. This easily narrowed the possibilities to around 10. Only a few filthy rich people would even think of using so much land for such a useless purpose. Billions of people were struggling to find housing and rich assholes were funding museums for their casual entertainment.
Shaking my head, I scolded myself for being a scatterbrain again and returned to surveying the area. There really wasn't anything to see. Just a whole lotta grass and not enough .... trees. I shook my head again, this was probably why I was still a virgin.
Sighing, I randomly chose a direction and decided to walk until I found the exit or wall.
3 minutes later
Well shit, that didn't work out so great. I felt like I had gone everywhere but when I looked around I apparently didn't go anywhere. It was just like one of those default flat worlds in Minecraft, but with RTX on. I didn't know why, but I had a feeling I wasn't going to go anywhere anytime soon.
Just my luck. I ended up in the middle of some stupid prank or scheme, and I didn't even have a clue who did this to me. I might have to resort to yelling at this point. Forget about not wanting to get killed, the boredom would probably get to me first.
[Me]: "IF YOU CAN HEAR ME, YOU'RE A BITCH FOR LOCKING ME UP. AT LEAST WAIT UNTIL MY AUDITION IS OVER BEFORE KIDNAPPING ME!"
Not even crickets responded to me. Now, this was just fantastic. To be honest, I wouldn't even mind being trapped in this museum if I had a piano to play. Just thinking about the cold smooth and lustrous high gloss paint made me heave a small sigh of longing. I hadn't even been separated from my baby for more than a few hours and I already wanted to go back to playing.
Thinking about the piano was probably one of the few things I could actually focus on.
And then, out of nowhere, I saw a group of dark-skinned people chasing buffalo screaming some war cries. I may have helped water the plants below my legs. Just maybe.
I didn't even bother running. I just hit the floor in a puddle of ... well ... organic and homemade lemonade praying that those maniacs didn't catch me lacking. Good thing Dana wasn't anywhere near me.
[?]: "Yo. That's pretty gross."