A young boy, alone, sitting in the middle of a small clearing part of a vast forest, awoke to the sound of raucous bird-song which pierced the ears of every being in the forest, it was time for the day-dwellers to awaken. Drowsily the boy brought his arms up and stretched them as much as possible.
After stretching, the boy looked around and wondered where in the world is Carmen- sorry wrong show, the boy had no recollection of where he was, who he was, what this was, what stretching was, or anything not even Carme- again sorry i'll stop. He was like a newborn, he had stretched in the beginning out of habit from some locked away memory, trapped in the deepest parts of his brain. All he could do was rely on his instincts and luck to survive, almost a death wish, but who cares he couldn’t even wish for death because he didn’t know how.
The boy's first instinct was to explore and with no experiences all he could do was mindlessly follow the instincts like a beast, but found that he had no ability to move, so, to combat this, he innovatively dug his hands in the dirt and slowly inched himself forward. After doing this for a bit, he realized that using his legs he could boost himself forward if he used his arms as crutches, but every time he fell down, hurting himself mildly. This led to him scrapping that idea and using his knees to boost him forward while on all fours.
This began to hurt really badly and even though he was making progress into the forest, his knees were suffering a massive cost. So, he tried to use his feet to propel him and his hands to balance since he wasn't flexible enough to use elbows, but this failed due to it taking an enormous amount of energy that had to be used to maintain it, and the strain it put on his body.
Next idea! He contemplated how he could keep himself from being hurt, but also have some speed, and decided to use a position where he bent his knees and stood on his feet, then he leaned slightly forward and used his hands to support himself, resembling a frog somewhat.
This way of movement was inefficient speed wise, but it didn't cause much strain on the body, so it was the go to movement technique right now for the boy.
At this point he was extremely hungry and thirsty (even though he didn't know what that was) due to all the mental and physical strain. He had been developing his movement and actually moving for hours now, it was an absolute miracle he was still thinking straight.
So, he kept moving in hopes of something to quench this burning feeling in his throat and the emptiness in his stomach and soon his efforts were rewarded with a completely still, reflective area, which was subconsciously compared with the sky. Since the boy's instincts told him it would quench the burning; the boy crawled towards the lake as fast as possible.
Desperately the small boy scooped the substance up in his hands and efficiently dumped it in his mouth to escape the excruciatingly painful fire which was consuming him with a rapid pace.
As the water enveloped his tongue, instead of the expected refreshness, he felt an electric shock.
His mouth more stung profusely and excruciatingly than you could imagine, for example, imagine a sting ray impaling you on every spot in your mouth except 10x worse. As if the boy was having a seizure (he probably was) he flopped up and down, switching from choking himself to holding his cheeks and mouth with desperate fervor, as if that would help. He did this for about 10 minutes by the sea and eventually the pain faded enough so he could right himself onto his feet and fists (frog position). Then he went hippity hoppity on his walkity way to munchity a nicety foodity letting out a “ribbit” of joy. The water mission had ended in a success.
To find some of this precious food the boy had an amazing strategy: pick up anything that wasn’t dirt and eat it, unless it smelled bad he would eat anything, but all of it just hurt his stomach even more.
Until…
He spotted a colorful thing sticking out from the ground, curious he bent down at a revolution rate of 1 per 3 seconds on a 2ft circle (he was 4 feet tall) picked it up and popped it into his mouth.
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BANG
His whole body became paralyzed. Not a single muscle could be moved. So he stood in the same position he was in when he ate the mushroom.
The wind blew past in wondrous gusts of glee, but upon encountering him it fell into a gloom and threw itself upon the ground in disgust.
The trees billowed and swayed cheerfully watching animals come to and fro, waving at them with glee, but upon turning to the boy they could not bear to look at it for one more second and hopped away for at least ten feet.
The sun glistened and shined, the light of the world could not possibly be gloomy because of the valiant position appointed to him, and all the praise he got was just a bonus, and he was particularly happy today until he saw the boy, filled with fear and despair he immediately abandoned his position and threw the moon into the sky to hide
The moon just said “nope” and left the planet without a light source.
AND SO
Despair fell upon the land of mortals but only for ten minutes
Before this
Funnily enough, whenever an animal saw him in this vulnerable state they ran off as fast as possible without looking back.
Then, the boy felt a sort of itching sensation not on his head, but weirdly in his brain, and he was suddenly plunged into the darkness.
He found himself in a place of night but surprisingly he saw the colorful things here too, lightening up the room.
“Conquer”
“ConquEr”
“CoNqUer”
The room was filled with this eery chant which was incomprensible to the boy who stood there supressing the urge to throw up (he still hadn’t gotten the random objects out of his system).
Whoosh
A colorful food man-like thing with legs arms and a sword stood before him and shouted “Fight me”
The boy realized the meaning of the words the moment they were spoken and used his willpower to express agreement upon the colorful mutated man.
The Fight Begun
Not wasting a moment the opponent seemingly appeared behind the boys back and sliced through him with his hand.
The Fight Ended
The colorful part ground man immediately realized his easy victory and began walking away towards his prize, the brain.
He walked a few steps full of excitement “FINALLY a vessel to grow my king’s colony. “I SHALT RULE TH-” He abruptly stopped his sentence as the ground began to grow up and turn sideways, then he realized the cause as a string of red electricity flew in front of him.
“Aw dang it!”
Those were his last words as he fell to the ground with a man surrounded by bolts twirling in a tornado shape stared down mercilessly at him.
The Man walked to the boy and after a second of hesitation, seemingly drew out all the energy in the room and The Man then poured it into the boy while The Man screamed out in pain, but was unwilling to give up and kept going, and soon began disappearing from toe to foot to leg to chest to head and then he was gone.
A Ferocious roar sounded through the forest
The boy awoke to a beautiful sunrise that felt somehow like a dawn of a new era that would crack the universe's timeline into pieces causing both love and hate, war and peace, and most importantly the rise of one foolish boy to the top against all odds.
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“Sir, im s-sorr-ry for some reason I can’t tell you what-”
CRASH
“SHUT UP THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT, TEN WHOLE MINUTES OF CHAOS ARGHH”
“S-sorry I just rrr! WHY, why can-”
BANG
“Good riddance commander, he was just a coward or spy, sadly no matter what we did we could not get an answer out of him even through all kinds of torture.”
“Yes, its quite a dissapointment, he must’ve been trained quite well, welp, no point pondering over the past, now we have to figure out which colony is up to this even if there is none, we still have to have a reason, find who.”
“I will be investigating it sir.”
“Good.” A man in a white coat, 6 meters tall, with tom cruise sunglasses on, a cigar in his mouth, and a sailors cap retorted angrily and stormed off.