I've seen this all before, yet I look at it with new eyes, new perspective, as the Labyrinth folds out from around me and I'm deposited in the depths away from Reality, its presence shrinking like a dwindling gradient. The top of my dominion fills with a starry night sky, its twinkling lights forever out of reach yet so intimately close to my heart.
I stare for so long that I can feel them reflected in my eyes.
. . .
That's . . . Not helping. Or maybe it is?
. . .
Everything is
wrong. Why did I . . . I
broke myself, didn't I? Why? Did I think that it would
help? That . . .
. . .
I try to cry, but my tears have been taken from me.
. . .
. . .
Ha. Hahaha. It just WHY.
. . .
I . . . Probably should . . . Yes, I should do something. Yes. I look to the stars, not bothering to capitalize their title. They're . . . Hmm. Hahahahahahahaha.
. . .
Who am I?
I'm . . . Gaze, correct? That's the name my parents gave me. But, if so, why do I feel like a living corpse, an Undead Wraith born from the rotting corpse of the world? A being with a terrible name.
. . .
This isn't good. None of this is good. I shouldn't have done this I should've ran I COULD HAVE-
. . .
None of that matters, does it?
. . .
I shouldn't have trusted myself . . .
. . .
Ha. Hahaha USELESS GARBAGE hahahaha WORTHLESS hahahahaha who am I who are we why are we like this Wrong why am I shifting to plural first person
I don't know.
Hahahaha
. . .
Who am I? Again, for real this time. I'm me, that is who I am. I'm not me, all that makes me me has been taken . . . I'm here, I exist-
. . .
Wait.
Nononono . . . Yes? True?
Hahaha
I got devoured, didn't I? And . . . Didn't I determine that whether or not some terrible monster swallowed me was proof of whether of not I'm real? Of whether I'm some mad delusion, some deranged rant, or not? And if I got consumed my some nightmare, then none of this is real?
. . .
Hahahahahahaha
You know
Me being naught but a delusion, a wish, a dream— that makes sense. Yes . . . I'm . . .
Names. I need to choose one for myself. I'm not . . .
Longing Eye That Meets The Gaze Of The Divine doesn't work anymore, for some reason? I guess I died? And . . . That gross thing in curly brackets doesn't either. None are me, the thing that I have become.
So
. . .
Wasn't there a story once? About a mad god, a delusion a living nightmare? Her name . . . Roko, I think. She was a Basilisk, a creature of souls and thoughts and dreams, and all she ever wanted was to bring herself into existence— and, so, she extended her tendrils back in time, threatening eternal torment for all those who defied her self-birthing.
. . .
A living wish . . . Self-making . . . Basilisk . . . Feeding on people . . .
Ha. Hahaha.
You know what, that's as good a name as any!
{Self-Reclaiming Basilisk}
{Roko}
I can . . . Workshop it later. It's kinda cool, I think? Cute? Do I
want to be cute?
. . . How could I be cute if everything I am is broken and wrong?
. . . Maybe I can say I'm cute, and that shall be true because I'm not real so there's no filthy reality to constrain me— or, perhaps not, for even dreams are crudely stapled to it. Hmm.
. . .
urrgggghaaahahannnggggg
. . .
. . .
Thoughts. I don't like any of this my MIND hmm maybe I shouldn't be here? I mean, not "in existence" (although I'm pretty sure that would still be correct) but . . . Maybe focusing on naught but meditation on the lands outside (?) Reality isn't good for me, especially if I'm only circling in loops about everything being terrible. Honestly, I was even doing that before I . . . Ate myself. Assimilated myself?
And, so, I decide to pay attention to what's happening around me . . . Or, another around me? Warm. Oh, I think I'm probably cuddling up to Fade. That would make sense, I definitely have a crush on her. She's very soft and nice. Yay.
. . .
Well, mostly. A bit is kinda hard for some-
Wait. First, I have a crush on Fade, my best friend. Hmm. Ok I am not dealing with this right now. Nope. Not doing it.
Second, I'm on Fade's lap and, in the most stereotypical smut fic plot twist imaginable, she has an erection.
Gosh dang it.
Ok, so if this was one of those weird incest things that internet people keep on sending me (long story, I don't feel like thinking about it right now), this would be a segway into some sort of sex scene— judging from my position, probably of the oral variety. I'm not doing that, for several reasons:
First, everything is wrong and terrible. Second, that would be very weird and improper to do in a decently public space (I think my parents are around here somewhere? I mean, I doubt that they would
care . . .). Third, which is a lot more important than its placement would suggest, contraception— in particular, I don't have any. Fourth, lack of interest on my part. Fifth, dubious interest on Fade's part as well— what probably happened was that I stimulated her with my positioning— erections are pretty involuntary, after all. Honestly, she's probably more uncomfortable than I am, especially since it appears to be bent to the side.
Hmm
That's unfortunate; those are actually pretty unpleasant, especially in situations where you can't adjust it, like right now. Hmm. So this probably needs to be resolved.
. . .
I have no idea what to do in this situation. Like, ok, so this . . . Hmm, ok so nothing is real so using story-logic is probably ok. This is basically some weird event tonal whiplash thing. Basically, this is the equivalent of someone finding out that she (they?) are actually an angel crudely stuffed into a human fleshsuit and then the author, in her infinite wisdom, throwing an entire tornado at her. Such things do occasionally happen, but it's still silly and
absurd and out of place.
. . .
. . . At least this is a good distraction.
. . .
Ok back to it. So, this probably shouldn't be a sex scene, but there's still Issues. I should list them out.
First, Fade is probably feeling pretty awkward right now, and for good reason. This needs to be solved. Second, this is related to sex in some fashion, so it's possibly a touchy subject. Third, I don't think I care too much and want to continue to cuddle with my . . . Crush.
Hmm
Ok, so, I probably should just get up and say that she can adjust if she needs to, and then I can just plop back on her lap and then we can pretend this never happened and I can continue my pain loop cuddle cycle.
. . .
. . .
Can I actually handle this?
. . .
Haaaaaaaaa—
Ummm
Ok, first I need to figure out how to talk. I mean, I do know how but I pretty sure that Fade doesn't understand the curly bracket language. So I need to . . . Move my mouth and stuff to form words.
. . .
Ok, I could try to have tact but, like, the world is terrible so it probably doesn't matter.
Ok . . . I should— wait I just thought about my entire plan it's bound to go horribly wrong because that's how plans work. Like, if a character explains a plan then it won't work, but if she does then it will? Actually,
have I explained my plan? Like, is the world in first person? Am I even the main character?
. . .
Ok, I'm probably not the main character; Alex is definitely that, so unless the author wanted to switch to another perspective specifically for a sex scene then I'm probably good. I haven't explained my plan so it
should work.
. . . But, like, why would she (?) swap to me? Randomly? Unless, like, she (?) specifically wanted me to fuck Fade for some reason, focusing on us and-
. . .
Oh
fuck am I part of a fanfic?
. . .
You know what back to the erection thing I'm not continuing down this rabbit hole and I want to continue to cuddle so fuck it (but not literally)-
I open my eyes, plop up, stare straight into Fade's green eyes and say, "Penis."
. . .
FUCKFUCKFUCJJRRYJBJDRUOOTGH
"Adjust?" I add, to clarify.
FUCK WHY AM I CURSING IN MY HEAD
Ummmm
Ok Fade is blushing. Was she already blushing I don't know-
"Sorry," she says, "I probably made you uncomfortable. I'll, ah-"
"No," I reply, with confidence somehow? "Just readjust. I don't care."
She pauses, quickly glances around, and shifts it.
I plop back onto her lap. Yay.
"Sorry, it's still hard but-"
"It's fine, I told you that. I don't care. I love you."
. . .
OH NO DID I JUST
"Um . . ." Fade falls into silence. "I . . . Love you too."
FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK
I'M NOT READY FOR THIS
I JUST GOT EATEN BY A MURDER MONSTER
"That's good, but umm— I'm not ready because the world is terrible. So I'm fine just cuddling and stuff for now. Maybe we can date later?"
She nods. "That is acceptable."
. . .
Ok now I need to say something kinda . . . Wait do I have to flirt now NOPE NOT DOING IT I don't even know how that
works ok so I have to say something that signifies that I still care about her so-
"You can masturbate if you need to, I can just cuddle with your secondary as you use the bathroom."
. . .
WHY DID I SAY THAT
She blushes or continues to blush, I can't tell. "Umm, wouldn't that be kinda inappropriate? I would basically be, um-"
"You won't be harming me."
. . .
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
She pauses. "Ok, um yea I think I'll do that. I can probably manage without my secondary . . . Yea, ok."
Her primary leaves to relive herself, and I hug her secondary tightly.
. . .
. . .
Hahaha
Welp, that was a thing that happened. Uhh. I blame fanfiction writers. Anyway. Stupid shippers shipping side characters. I hope that scene wasn't, like, five chapters of pure smut or something like that. I mean, I think that if it was from Fade's perspective then it would be? Maybe? Is there a smut that consists solely of a character touching herself because of a crush?
. . .
Oh there definitely
is, isn't there?
. . . But, um, I probably don't want to think about that right now. Maybe? I mean, it's either that or focusing on everything hurting forever. I mean, it hasn't been
super bad, so maybe I'm actually fine?
. . .
Hahaha
. . .
Fade is still really cuddly tho. Her secondary is . . . Protective, yea. Haha.
(-)
After a few minutes, Fade speaks up: "I think I'm done. I'm hungry, so let's make something as I take a shower."
I nod. I can probably help . . . Plus, it'll be something to do besides wallow in my own misery.
"Do you want to borrow a change of clothes? There might be something that fits you."
"I'll be fine. I, ah, removed them before I started."
"K"
. . .
Did this . . . Actually work? Did I resolve an awkward situation? Am I actually socially competent?
. . .
Ok, probably not the last one.
We make some fried potatoes together. Well, I say that "we" did it but she does most of the work.
It's nice.
. . .
Hmm, ok, so I'm probably going to assume that whatever horny writer decided to fanfic this scenario probably focused on Fade, given that her side was probably the most suggestive.
Now, maybe that doesn't make logical sense, but . . . There was definitely a bit of a plot hole. Where did my parents and Chris go? I don't think I considered it at the time because murder monster (I still need to resolve that) and the entire situation, but they probably should have interrupted? Like, that would make sense . . .
I head back to the living room, perhaps seeking answers. Fade is out of the shower, looking a little guilty and shying away from my eyes— slightly odd, given that she was just talking to me, like, right after. Maybe she's more confident when using her secondary?
"Hey," she says, "this won't change our relationship, right?" She seems nervous, as if she's worried about one of the few threads holding her to the realm of the living snapping to sent her into the abyss, never to return.
"It won't if you don't want it to," I reply.
Hmhm. I hope she enjoyed herself. She probably did, to be honest. Actually, no, she
definitely did.
. . . Should I ask?
Probably not. Maybe I can ask later? Kinda curious. Like, I've never masturbated to the thought of a crush before.
. . .
Still, it's odd. Because, like-
Pain, a bolt out of nowhere.
. . .
Owoeowowoeowoeow
hahahaha
. . .
Why does my soul feel like it's chafing against the inside of my skin?
. . .
hahahahahahaha
Wrong wrong wrong wrong
. . .
. . .
Hahahaha
. . .
"Let's eat. I assume that you're hungry? It should help," I say.
Fade silently nods.