1For the record, this isn't one of those darker takes on the genre even if this isn't really normal. I think there's enough of that at this point. Still, I wanted to try something a little different here.
There's plenty of swearing, but it's apparently okay for a T rating according to ESRB.
You might find some similarities with my other work, but they are two completely different things.
The sound of glass breaking and something falling onto the floor rouses me.
With a foul mood, I get up from bed and make my way towards whatever the hell interrupted my well-deserved sleep. I swear if somebody decided to break in, I'm gonna give them a beating they won't forget for a while. It's a little too loud for anyone with half a brain to do it, but hey, idiots exists and I've met plenty. It could also be someone that desperate for quick cash. Whatever's the case here, nobody is leaving my house unharmed.
When I reach the room this sound came from and open the door, the first thing I notice is faint blue glow by the window...Spears? The hell is this shit? They are sticking out of something lying on the ground and they look pretty damn fancy, but they look out of place here. To get a better idea of what I'm dealing with here, I turn on the lights, revealing a g- Shit, she's alive, but she's bleeding out like a stuck pig.
"Hey, hang in there! I'll call the ambulance!" - I tell the girl.
With no time to waste, I rush back to my room and grab my phone. I dial the number and wait for any response, but for some reasons, it doesn't go through. Cursing under my breath, I look for my first aid kit. I don't have the time to rummage through it and so I take the whole thing and run back to the wounded girl.
How do I even approach this? I had my fair share of bruises, cuts and fractures, but I never had to deal with this kind of crap! Should I pull out the spears or will that make everything worse? I've heard that it's better not to remove arrows and spears are like giant arrows, right? How many are there anyw...
Wait...Why is she wearing a straitjacket? It looks a little weird and it's also unfastened. How did she even get here anyway? This is the fourth floor and there is absolutely nothing that could have helped her climb up that high, with or without bloody spears sticking out of her back. Am I really dealing with a nutcase here? But it's a girl and she's dying, so, I can't just let her bleed out. I should check if she has anything else for me to worr-
The moment I touch her, the numerous spears vanish and her flesh starts collapsing into freaking dust! People are NOT supposed to do that! What on earth is going on here?! And the smell...Actually, it's rather pleasant...but that just makes it worse! What am I even supposed to do about this?
Then, when enough of the girl's body has turned into dust, I notice something emitting a red glow where her chest was a few seconds ago. It's like a sphere with vines growing out of it. I don't even know what's gonna happen next, but I have a bad feeling about it. I think I should lea-
Something wrapping around my neck quickly makes that idea worthless. It doesn't take me long to realize that it's a vine growing out of that damn sphere, but how can that piece of shit be this strong? It's hard not fall over with its erratic movements, but I still manage to kick that thing. I expected it to fly out of the window, but it doesn't even budge! Maybe I just have to kick it harder?
Shit, it's getting hard to breathe...Is this really the end? To be strangled to death by a freaking vegetable in the middle of the night? No, that's bullshit! I'm not giving up so easily! Even if that piece of shit kills me, I've gotta make sure that it dies as well...I have to...I...
I squeeze my eyes shut when I hear my alarm clock losing its damn mind. I reach out to turn it off, but my hand meets the carpet instead...Did I pass out on the floor? But I don't drink...not yet at least and if I was that exhausted, I would have collapsed onto my bed instead. When I try to recall what happened last night, nothing comes to m-
I stand up with a groan when that stupid thing starts ringing with renewed vigour. I've gotta turn that shit off first...Damn, my head feels heavy...but it's not heavy enough for me to ignore the alarm clock and so I head towards my bedroom as I rub my eyes. It almost feels like it's taking longer to reach it than usual, but I'm also a little drowsy right now.
A-ha! Here's that thing! I'm almost tempted to smash it into pieces, but I wouldn't buy it if it didn't wake me up so easily and I don't wanna look around for a new alarm clock. I reach out for the annoying piece of shit and turn it off with a little more force than need...Wait a damn second...
For a good minute or two, I keep staring at my arm or rather the sleeve it's poking out of. It's white and it flares out greatly past my elbow, with several black belts hanging off its hems. When I raise my other arm, I see the same thing. I certainly don't remember wearing this...or having such tiny hands.
I immediately run out of the room and head towards my bathroom. I've gotta be tripping out to be seeing this kind of shit, but I have a really bad feeling. What sounds like pitter-patter of tiny feet and the way everything looks so damn big only makes me run faster. With my increased pace, I reach the bathroom in a few seconds and swing open the door, wincing a little when it slams against the wall with a bang. Somehow, the whole thing fills me with dread despite being so freaking ridiculous. I'll just take a look at the mirror and...and...
There's no way in hell this is my reflection. Somehow, a little girl is staring back at me from the mirror with her large red eyes. When I blink, she blinks as well. I stick my tongue out, stretch out my cheeks and even stick a finger up my nose and she repeats everything with no delay at all. But there is one thing that she's not gonna repeat. I have short hair and hers is pretty damn long, so, I should be fine, but she certainly won't be. I slowly reach out for what's going to be that long lock of hair sticking out of her head and firmly...grip...it...
I turn away from the mirror and lower the strand of hair I'm holding between my fingers. To my surprise, I clearly see and feel it. I quickly let it go and move my hands behind my back. The blood in my veins freeze when I feel something silky and when I gather as much of it as I can and move it closer to get a better view, I see long white hair. Even if I just stare at nothing, I can still see white eyelashes in my vision.
"...What...the hell..." - I mutter, which only makes the whole things worse because the voice I hear is way too soft and...girly. No matter how many different vowels I utter, my voice doesn't go back to normal.
Then, something finally clicks in my head and I vividly recall that night. Where did that piece of shit go? Did it climb out of the window while I was out? God, that didn't cause any brain damage, did it? That would explain so much...but I don't remember hitting my head that freaking hard before that happened and this feels too damn real.
This outfit...This is the straitjacket that girl was wearing, isn't it? It seems larger than before, but it's clearly the same thing and now that I can take a closer look at it, it's completely wrong. I can't even figure out how to fasten it. It looks like it was made to look like a stylized straitjacket with no actual utility. Hell, it even looks like a weird dress with this belt binding the waist so tightly. It's more like a Halloween costume than anything...but I'm sure as hell what I saw back there wasn't a cheap trick.
Of course the more important thing is that I look like a little girl with stupidly long white hair and red eyes. If I remember correctly, the girl that turned into ash looked a lot like this, but she was older. Did that thing do this? But how and why? Who was that girl? What was that thing? How do I even fix this?
My train of thoughts grinds to a halt when I feel something really weird...weirder than everything already is. I hastily move all that hair out of the way to take a look at what's bothering me...and see something long, green and spiky poking out from underneath the straitjacket. It looks like it's about as long as I am tall right now...which really isn't much, but that's not what matters. What matters is that I have a goddamn tail! The rest of this shit is manageable, but this is just...
Wait...
I slowly reach out for the hem of the straitjacket and slowly lift it with shaking hands. I swear if it's not there...Please...Anything but this...
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"FU-"