What is a dream?
Is it a childish story we have in our sleep? A message from our subconscious or a warning we should heed?
He scribbled in his book.
Well, whatever it is, This world is bizarre. Whether it's the inverted buildings or the pink water –it's just weird. From sudden snow to heat waves, It's too much. The hills and mountains aren't even mountains or hills. They twist and turn like playdough.
Walking is tiresome, the air is so thin and worst of all… are things that live here. When I say "things", I mean the people or should I say… the Proteus ?
"well… who cares?" he sighed.
The Proteus are these things that look like people, talk like them, sometimes even move like them. It's not just limited to people. Animals, food, even inanimate objects are also victims too. All Proteus.
"Guess dreams are like that."
"BEEP!!BEEP!!BEEP!!"
A timer screamed at him.
"Mhm... It's time huh?" he thought, slipping his notebook back into his coat and replacing it with a knife.
"BEEP!!BEEP!!BEEP!!BE–" he paused, then glanced back through the window he used to observe the group of Proteus he named 92. He watched as it twitched before modifying into a rat eating the carcass of a dog-like Proteus.
"Disgusting…"
Opening the door , he Floored the dark room with light. In the small, dark and dusty, web filled room he went to the wall opposite the door. On the wall was a person or a mutation. One or the other.
"Hey, Wake up! I have things I want from you." he said, slapping the flare of his knife across its blood crusted face.
Looking up, its obsidian eyes scorn his presence.
"The wrong one of us is wearing that expression."
"And who is that? Me or you?" its brow furrow. " the knife again, huh? Is that the only thing that can make you feel like a man?" it chuckled.
" the knife? Guess it is." He pulled the book out .
"Let's see" he said, skipping through pages. "Ah, 91.1"
Name: Sofia Scarlett
Sex: female
Height : 179 cm (note: 5'10 I think)
Age: unknown (looks to be around 19 to 23 years of age)
Personality: bitchy and smart
Description : A woman with curly black hair, and eyes as dark as the night sky , with skin as pale as sand.
"Is that right?" he asked, snapping the book shut with a dramatic smack.
" Isn't that poetic of you Mrs Man? Eyes as dark as the night sky, hoo." it chuckled
He discarded the remark. "What are you? And why am I trapped here?" his fingers rubbed together- nervous
"For the latter... don't know. But the former?."she smiled " I think you already know."
"No… you're not real. You're different, sure You talk like a person, look like one and you even move like one, but you're not."
"And what would you call that Mr man?" she asked, her eyes filled pity
"BUT YOU'RE NOT!!" his breath grew heavy. Knees buckled.
"I cut you. your blood is red. Not blue, not grey, not purple. Your healing abilities are normal. You're just normal."
"Why is it so hard for you to accept I'm real?!" her chains rattled with her words.
"I… I ju-"
"BEEP!!BEEP!!BEEP!!"
He took a moment, stood up and glanced at Sofia, then at the alarm.
"Times up."
"Leaving me here again, huh?" her face gave a look of disappointment but also relief, as the door closed in silence.
He sat outside the door, his head tilted up. Mouth agape, eyes unfocused.
" Why didn't you listen to her?" A woman's voice called .
"It's not like you had anything to counter her but " you're not!! Ohhh you're not." she said, mimicking him and mocked him.
" Then you stopped calling her 'it' and that turned to 'her', just for you tot say her name."
Without tilting his head, he glared at her, "why are you here?"
She feigned Surprise "What do you mean why?" A finger trapped her lips, chin tilted. Then, as if a light switched on, She whispered, her icy breath touched his ears,
" wake… up…"