@rexxxplode gets a starter
David can’t see. Can’t feel. Can’t taste. Can’t – No. Not can’t. Too much. It’s too much. He feels too much. Sees too much. He can’t control it. Can’t recognise anything. Everything feels wrong but he can’t focus, can’t piece it together. It’s all too much.
This place tastes different, comes the thought but it’s swept away in the cascade of power. Lost in the pressure in his brain.
Something tipped the scale. Put one too many drops into the infinite that exists inside his mind. It’s overloading, crashing and crushing and absorbing everything in his head. He hears them screaming, the monsters, the people, the innocents in the world his mind has become. They can’t all take it. We can’t contain it. It needs an outlet. I need to release the power.
His fingers claw at his head, nails scraping scalp beneath the impossible tower of his hair. Light streams from his eyes as he drops to his knees, a silent scream pushed beyond an open mouth. David clamps his mouth shut, trying so desperately to contain this. To direct it somewhere but he can’t, and his grip is loosening. Already the ground around him is cracked and splintered. Already glass has shattered from windows and mirrors. A result of his appearance, of the reality pop that brought him to this world that doesn’t taste like his.
No no no! he manages to think as the last vestiges of his fragile control finally slip through his fingers. Please, please let no one be near me. Please!
Hands fall away. Head is thrown back. Pure light and power burst from his eyes, from his mouth. Energy surges from his body and with it comes changes. The fountain in the square twists and warps until the stone becomes metal and the water becomes liquid cheese. Light posts bend and crack and grow leaves. Animals become twisted hybrids. Some mythical, some not. The buildings closest to him elongate and tessellate into impossible geometric labyrinths. Reality warps around him. The impossible becoming probable. The imagined becoming real. Non-Euclidian space meets the solid.
And at it’s centre, at the eye of the reality storm is David. Terrified and alone all over again.