Alchemic Evolution - A Bizarre Adventure

[Krika]

"How did it go?"

"Badly."

"...."

"You got what you asked for."

".....I know."​

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Consciousness arrives slowly. Your head is pounding heavily, with each throb sending a spike of pain through your body, rousing you. You roll your head to the side, and bite back a cry as the action sends lines of pain racing up and down your spine. You try to crack your eyes open, and immediately slam them shut again as the light shoves daggers into them. Ugh. You hold still for a few moments, in case your consciousness fades away again - but no, your headache isn't going to let that happen.

This isn't going anywhere. But you were never a quitter, were you? You can do this. You open your eyes again, raising a stiff and protesting arm to block the light streaming into them. There, that's better. You hold the pose, the lack of movement nicely free of pain, as your eyes adjust to the light.

You carefully lower your arm to your side, and glance around, taking in your surroundings. You appear to be slumped up against one wall of an alleyway, leaning against a small dumpster. Off to your left you can see it exiting out into a street, while a little ways to your right it takes a sharp turn and goes it of view. The alley, though, is filthy. Extraordinarily so. There's very little space to walk that isn't covered in bags of trash, or just plain trash. The scent….well, it's not quite as bad as you'd expect, but it's still revolting.

You glance down at yourself, looking yourself over. Two legs, two arms, an apparently intact torso, and what limited things you've done so far suggest that your head's fine, so that's good. You're wearing dark purple pants, and a golden yellow shirt underneath a zip-up hoodie so dark blue as to be almost black. They don't appear ripped or damaged, at least beyond what's probably a result of lying in trash for who knows how long.

Speaking of which, you should probably not be doing so. You reach up and grab the top of the dumpster, and with the help of your protesting arms, manage to pull yourself to a relatively standing position. Well, you're leaning on the dumpster to stay upright, but that counts. Now, you should go….

…..

….where? Where should you go? You wrack your brain, trying to find something, anything.

You come up empty.

You have no idea who you are.

You're on the ground again, hyperventilating as you try to come to terms with this. What do you do? What can you do? How does what even respond to something like this? What if someone's after you? What if you have a medical condition that'll be fatal without treatment? What about people you knew before? Did you know people before? Is there anybody who'd miss you? What abou-

No.

No, you're not doing this. Panicking isn't going to help you. Being here on the ground isn't going to help you. You're not going to let those emotions control you. You pull yourself to your knees, and growl against the pain. The pain's not going to stop you. You're not going to let it, because….

「"If you do nothing, then nothing changes!"」

You lean against the dumpster, breathing heavily. Where did those words come from? They resonate somewhere in the blank space that's your memories. Nothing else seems to have come loose, just the words. At least they're something that you can be sure is you.

You look towards the street, and then to the back of the alley. The obvious choice is to go for the street, maybe try and find help, but you're under no illusions as to what you look like. You've literally been rolling in the trash, and you look and smell exactly that bad. So maybe you're better off not running out into public like a demented hobo?

You need to decide. After all, you have to do something, right?

​

[] Head towards the back of the alley
[] Head out into the street

 

[Krika]

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