well, since you're asking for it, i might as well share a small thing i recently made.
He woke up with a pounding migraine, his mouth felt like a desert and his entire body felt numb. Though that numbness was quickly flooded away by a sea of overstimulation. It suddenly felt like there were thousands of needles and little shocks poking him over his entire body. He tried to open his eyes in an attempt to gain a point of reference for his senses, yet this only added to his sensory overload. The entire world is a giant, blurry, spinning mess. The only exception being the centre of his vision, which, ironically enough, feels too detailed.
After collecting his senses for a bit, he attempts to stand up. He only manages to push himself a couple centimetres off of the ground before being hit by an immense feeling of vertigo and a strange static feeling in his stomach. He tries to stabilize himself but ultimately collapses back on the floor again, trying his best to keep in what little there was in his stomach, if there even was anything in his stomach at all. Unfortunately, something manages to get out, though it looks nothing like the bile he was expecting. Its looks to be more of a whiteish silky substance. That can’t be good, right?
What even happened. It doesn’t feel like he was knocked out by something, he doesn’t feel any bruising or other injuries. Was it an alcohol induced coma? It would explain the headache, vertigo and dryness, though not white stuff or the visual discrepancies. Besides, that doesn’t really feel like it’s something that he’d let happen. Maybe it might still be a concussion. Maybe he got hit in a particularly sensitive spot that wouldn’t leave him with any physical damage but would still result in the symptoms he’s experiencing. No, that’s too unlikely. Something that would hit hard enough for him to completely forget what happened before the event would have left a physical mark in some way. Now that he’s thinking about it, how much did he forget.
Ok, easy questions first, who is he.
How can he not even remember the simplest of information?! I mean, he clearly still knows stuff about himself, like that he isn’t much of a drinker. And he knows what things are verry clearly wrong with him. He clearly still knows a bunch of stuff about himself. So, it has to be somewhere in his mind, he just doesn’t know how get there. Like the pointers to it have been deleted. Whatever, he’ll figure all of that stuff out later. What is important right now is: A, finding out where he is. And B, not dying.
Ok, first thing, where is he? He’s laying on what appears to be some soft soil, there are a bunch of trees further out surrounding him, looks like he’s in a forest clearing. To the right of him there appears to be something like a small river or creek. Ground water be damned, if he doesn’t drink right now, he’s surely going to collapse of dehydration within hours, no, within minutes.
He slowly tries to stand up again, once again, only managing to get only a couple centimetres off of the ground. Now that his mind has had a bit more time to settle, the vertigo has become a lot more manageable. He slowly crawls his way over to the creek and peers down in the water. Looks to be rather clear, its flowing as well, so hopefully consequences will be negligible. He proceeds to dunk his entire head, correction, nearly his entire body in the creek, as he gulps down on the water as fast as he can without immediately choking on it. The cold, refreshing water eases his migraine as well as soothing the nausea that had been bothering him. Never had ground water tasted so good.
After collecting himself after that graceless display of desperation, he tried to shake out as much water out of his fur as he could, though it still remained rather soaked. It was rather refreshing in the moment, but all that damp fur would probably start to get rather annoying once one the move. Wait, fur? Since when did he have fur? He might not remember much about himself, but he’s certain he didn’t have fur. In his desperation for water, he never even thought to look at his own reflection. He peered down into the water again, this time taking in what stared back at him. A pair of big, blueish purple eyes with another smaller pair above them, surrounded by a bunch of orangey yellow fur. A pair of smaller limbs, what he could only assume to be his palps, seemed to be sticking out where his mouth would be... Did he turn into a joltik? It would explain a lot of the weird feeling he had been experiencing, like the strange vision and the numbness in the lower parts of his limbs or, well, lack there of. The silky substance he spat out earlier would probably have been just that, silk. Though it still grosses him out thinking about it. Though for every question it solves, it only makes one question bigger.
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