Hi! can i request of a reader who falls into Home?
a bit late, anon. sorry about that! but i hope it was worth it~
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I donât remember much from the Before. Thereâs only bits and pieces, flashes of arbitrary images that I canât really make sense ofâa shattered puzzle that Iâll probably struggle to put back together for a long, long, long time. But what I do remember is the smoke entering my nostrils, filling my lungs. The struggle to move, to break free. And then, something even stranger.
A spiral. This endless loop of white spinning and spinning and spinning into a black void that seemed to carry this Hunger. For what, I didnât know. Still donât.
But there was no other way out. No way to escape.
So, through the difficulty to breathe, through the tears streaming from my eyes, through the pain entering my limbs and trying to shut my body down, I reached my hand out towards it.
And that, I can only assume, was enough.
.
.
.
ââŠOh my gosh!â
âAre they okayâŠ?!â
âWhereâd they come from?â
Oh my god, can anyone tell them to shut up?! Some people are trying to sleep here.Â
Well, if you can call this sleep, really. Now that Iâm actually a bit conscious, I can actually feel the agony weighing on me. Every inch of my body is crying out in the sort of pain that will leave bruises and scars and aches for days. Either Iâm having the hangover of a century or I got hit by a semi, and neither seem appealing.
A groan leaves me at the thought, my eyes moving behind eyelids. I need to get up at some point. Get to my phone. Call myâ
ââŠHey, I think theyâre cominâ round,â a deep Southern drawl above my head.Â
âStep back!â Another voice, nasally and anxious. âGive them some air!â
The shuffle of many feet makes me feel a little less stifled. With a deep breath, I force myself up on my elbows. Then grasp my forehead, feeling pain pain pain, god, ow! Feels like I was run over by a truck, shit. Did I drink anything last nightâŠ?Â
Actually, what did I do last night?Â
Blinking, I keep trying to rememberâŠbut it just makes no sense. I came home from work, pet my cat, went into the bedroom to greet you, and thenânothing. Nothing except the memory of smelling smoke.
All my focus returns when a huge hand lands on my shoulder. I blink again and look over to see that itâs blue andâŠfuzzy.Â
What the hell�
My eyes follow the length of the arm to see a huge, huge blue dog staring down at me. His brows are furrowed and his eyes seem to hold worry. And even worse, in a way that disturbs me right to my bones, his mouth parts and a voice comes out.
âHey, buddy,â he says softly, almost comforting. âYa good?â
A ringing starts through my ears.
(Wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong.)
Immediately, I push away from him and scramble to my feet. I look around, seeing all the bright colorsâtoo bright. Doesnât look real. The grass, the trees, the flowers, and even the housesânone of it look real. Looks too bright, too colorful. And theâŠthe people.
Wait, no. Not people. Not with those eyes, and thatâŠthat skin? Grayish-purple, orange, y-yellowâŠis that a bird? A sun? And omigod, what the hell is that?
(âNot human!)
âWhoa, they, uh. They donât look too good, Barn,â says the big green one with too many arms to the big blue dog, his eyes narrowing slightly.Â
âP-perhaps we can bring them some tea,â says the huge red bird, a fucking bird, her eyes soft and full of worry.
âMaybe they just need to lie down,â says a huge one with orange skin, wearing a hat. A mailman? His mouth spreads into a gentle smile as he walks over to me, his hand lifting, possibly to calm me down. âHey pardner, just relax. Everythinâ is okayâŠâ
(DONâT TRUST THEM.)Â
And despite my heart pounding so hard it feels like itâll burst out, despite my lungs pinched from a lack of air, I look around at all of them and scream.
âGet the hell away from meâŠ! Who are you? Where am I? WhatâŠ?â
As I lift a hand to point, I pause. A dread creeps over me, coats my back in a cold sweat. My gaze falls to my hands, my arms. My fingers are spread as I spin my hands palm up. Then they curl to stroke over each other, to touch, to feel.
(No skin. No skin, no skin, what the hell happened to my skin? Itâs just. Justâ)
Again, I canât seem to breathe, my heart hammering so loud I can hear it. But then again, do I even have a heart anymore? Lungs? My hands go to my face, feel the fuzz there and a sob starts to tremble from me. Impossibly so, water flows from my eyes and down my cheeks, making my gaze blurry. Noise happens around me, like yelling but not, just voices full of worry and confusion.
And then, yellow hands grasp my own and it all goes silent.
âNeighborâŠ?â
ThatâŠthat voice. I know it. I know him. But how? From where?
âJamie?â
How does he know my name?
âJamie, look at me.â
Despite everything, my eyes lift from where heâs holding my hands and meet with his.
Youâd think that it was his hair that would catch my attention first, with how blue it is and how it seems to curl in on itself in a pompadour. But no, itâs actually his eyes. They are huge in how open they are, pupils too wide, and black like the void as they stare into my own. The smile he wears is too wide, it should be splitting his face apart, and yet I kind of know itâs not with anything malicious. Heâs excited that Iâm here, like heâs beenâŠwaiting for me.Â
Iâm both unnerved, yet drawn to the gaze, despite all the alarms going off inside my skull. Like he is slowly sucking me inâ
But then in a blink, his eyes lookânormal. Neutral?Â
âThere we go. Are you all right, Neighbor?â he asks me, his smile not as wide, but still holding warmthâŠI think. âThat was quite a fall.â
I blink. âFall? F-from whereâŠ?â
His eyes dart pointedly upwards, silently coaxing me to follow his gaze. For a split second, high up in the clear blue sky above usâalmost too high to seeâthereâs a black hole with a spiral of white. But then, just as quick as I see it, it closes up and blinks out of existence. I blink again and then start actually looking around me, feeling a sickening thud through my chest.Â
WhatâŠwhat is this place?
âIâŠwhatâŠwhoâŠâÂ
Groaning suddenly, I squeeze my eyes closed and let my head fall slightly forward, the nausea making my stomach twist. Fuck, it hurts! But why does it�
But then he squeezes my hands again, grounding me.
âOf course not, that was a dumb question,â he says in a monotone, but still somehow sounds warm and welcoming. âCome, let me take you to Home. You can have tea there, and we can talk.â
âIâll come with!â the huge blue dog adds with a grin, and then a grin. âWalls and I can show you âround afterwards.â
âThatâs a great idea, Barnaby! Heâs really good at explaining things, much better than I am.â
At this point, I feel so numb. I can only stare into the slightly shorter manâs dark eyes. Finally, after a beat, I dare to ask:
âWho are you?â
His expression goes blank for a moment. And then, he smiles wide.
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