Congratulations! You stumbled upon my storytelling. Now, why don't you chain yourself on your seat? You'll be in a mad ride, after all. (just kidding). Forewarning though, there may be lots of grammatical errors in this story as it is not my first language and I am just a novice writer who has no money to hire an editor. You might not understand it if I start speaking in my native language and may think that what I am babbling about is Novena sa mga kalag sa purgatorio. You didn’t understand that, right? Anyway, that was a burial rite. Let’s get my storytelling started.
As unbelievable as it seems, I, Ofelia, have traveled through different dimensions. It started when I was 12. I did not know what triggered this occurrence but I do remember when it happened. On that time, I just finished selling the fruit cakes on the streets when someone picked me up from behind and threw me into an endless hole. I don’t know who did that and why would they do that but if I am given a chance, I would gladly separate their muscles from their skin. I was enjoying myself at first but since I cannot control my body as I keep falling, I got worried I would not land in perfectly crushed bones. I tried to flail my small arms to no avail. It was a bit tiring but there was nothing I could do. I remembered vomiting as soon as my butt landed on the grass. That was the first dimension I traveled. A decade after that happened, I was killed by the merchants. For what reason? I don't know. I figured that was the end, but I was wrong.
The moment I felt the sharp end of the knife on my neck I was transported to a place full of different animal noises. I remembered looking up at the sky to no avail. I cannot, simply because my soul was trapped in a pig. The next day, I was killed because there was some sort of festival in that place. That was what I call luck, as the second travel ended like that.
I cannot recall what exactly happened after that as my memory became hazy because of my nonstop traveling through dimensions. If I have to take a guess, maybe it was on my 8th travel when I realized I cannot interfere with whatever is the setting in any place I travel to avoid getting killed, so I shut myself in a cave and died of old age. Yet that did not stop my travel to another dimension. It was still fine though, I get to learn new things.
On my 16th travel, I was in a world very similar to my original world. The difference however is it is darker and the fogs cover up the streets- or was it? No, those were the smokes that came out of large factories, and the technologies are more advanced and efficient than ours- not that I can really say that for sure because I was living in a third world country when I was 12.
I continued traveling dimensions and tried to live normally as possible but none seems to work on my end. I even became a dictator at least 6 times, an evil witch, a mad scientist- I don’t like it because I was an actual stereotypical of mad scientists, smelly and electrocuted hair, or whatever personas that caused harm to humanity. It was certainly unforgivable but it wasn't my intention because most of the time, I would possess their body while they were at it. I kept traveling and of course, I don’t always die when the travels would occur. Some of it was so random that I actually once feared opening a door because the last time I opened one, I entered a place I shouldn’t have. I don't know how many years have passed since I am pretty sure that timelines are different in any dimension so I only kept a log of my travels.
Stolen from Royal Road, this story should be reported if encountered on Amazon.
As for what I am doing at the moment, I am currently inside the dimensional shift, about to enter my 80th travel. This reminds me of that VR game I played once.
I yawned and waited a couple of minutes to finally arrive at the world I will be nesting in for a while.
“Welcome to Atlas, Traveler. Please enter your name to proceed.”
Hmm?
“Welcome to Atlas, Traveler. Please enter your name to proceed.”
Oh, so now I am a character in a game? Exciting!
“Where do I enter my name though? I cannot even see a keyboard.”
As if the system heard of it, a glowing box appeared in front of me.
I raised my hand to type my name but a name suddenly appeared in the box.
“Leonora Stryker? I suppose that will be my new name.”
“Welcome to Atlas, Leonora. Please follow the arrow to enter.”
I followed the arrow as instructed and a few moments later, a blinding light engulfed me.
“I’m telling you, it really happened!”
“Enough making excuses! Where is my money?”
“I don’t have AHHHHHH!!!! I SWEAR I REA---AAAAHHHH!!!!!”
As soon as I adjusted my vision, I turned my head to the voices I heard earlier and saw a buff guy kicking an old man. Typical. I sighed and walked away from the alley. Not like there’s something I can do about that, I am just a playable character in this place, and my movements are controlled by someone unknown. Unknown?
I stopped walking in front of a tall monument with inscription I cannot read. I scanned the area and all I could do is sigh. This is a disaster.
This place looked like an abandoned town with drunkards lying around as an ornament. I wonder what the storyline of this game is.
“Hmm, let’s see…” I stretched my arms, getting ready to explore the area. Hah, as if I am the one in control of this body.
An old woman passed by so I lowered my body to her level which made her shriek in surprise.
“Oops, sorry. Can I ask you a question?”
She hissed and hurriedly took steps away from me. That’s a bummer. Probably a non playable character..
Another woman is coming my way so I waved at her to catch her attention.
She stopped in front of me so I grab the chance to ask her a question.
“Good day, Madame. I am a traveler from another nation and-”
I stopped talking when she grabbed both of my hands and cried.
“Have you seen my daughter? Have you seen her?” She asked then left before I could answer.
*sigh*
They're clicking random characters, the player.
I walked around the town and ended up in a weird looking tavern. Whoever is controlling me in this game right now really knows how to have fun.
I opened the door and the loud laughter of men welcomed my entry. I looked around and saw that there's only one long table and random chairs everywhere. All of them were occupied so I walked to the table and sat.
A man appeared on my side and gave me the menu, and so, the player started picking foods.
The moment he confirmed the food and turned around, the realization sink in.
“Crap. How do I pay all of those if I got no money?”