RE: GB Disc 1: Untold Prophecy (Round 1 - Heatstroke)
07-30-2017, 04:30 AM
Ferdinand felt short of breath, and he suspected he was hallucinating.
It figured. Every time he thought he might have found a prescription with manageable side effects, something like this happened. At least he didn't get upset by it any more.
This was still the bookstore, wasn't it? There were definitely books. Knocked all over the floor. Ferdinand really hoped he hadn't done that.
He picked up one of the books, and was completely baffled by it. Not the fact that he couldn't read the title - that was normal for hallucinations. It was the fact that the book's cover seemed to be made of metal, and the title seemed to be some kind of hologram. He could pass his hand right through the letters.
As he did that, the book suddenly opened. It didn't have any pages - just holographic images that it slowly cycled through. The first looked like a space station, then there were a number of images showing the construction process of what seemed to be an artificial desert.
It didn't make any sense, but Ferdinand couldn't help but notice the space station's logo closely resembled the emblem on the worn banner nearby.
Maybe it was just some kind of image he was subconsciously fixated on. This was probably a hallucination, after all. He squeezed a stress ball to calm himself; he didn't need to start hyperventilating and make his breathing problems even worse.
He needed to get out, but the only exit he could see was blocked with rubble.
Oh god. He'd done it, hadn't he. That rubble was probably a police blockade, and the police would be here any minute, and they'd find him and why the hell did this have to happen to him...
Ferdinand squeezed the stress ball again. Okay. It couldn't be that bad. He wasn't hearing any sirens, or other loud noises... and he could still hear his own breathing, so he hadn't gone deaf. Probably.
Maybe he just felt trapped, and he was afraid to walk out the doors and everything would be okay once he did...
Except he still hadn't paid for the book. He put it on what looked like a broken shelf, so he wouldn't be mistaken for a shoplifter, and then walked right into the rubble.
Unfortunately, it was completely solid. He cried out in pain, then in a panic started squeezing his stress ball again.
It figured. Every time he thought he might have found a prescription with manageable side effects, something like this happened. At least he didn't get upset by it any more.
This was still the bookstore, wasn't it? There were definitely books. Knocked all over the floor. Ferdinand really hoped he hadn't done that.
He picked up one of the books, and was completely baffled by it. Not the fact that he couldn't read the title - that was normal for hallucinations. It was the fact that the book's cover seemed to be made of metal, and the title seemed to be some kind of hologram. He could pass his hand right through the letters.
As he did that, the book suddenly opened. It didn't have any pages - just holographic images that it slowly cycled through. The first looked like a space station, then there were a number of images showing the construction process of what seemed to be an artificial desert.
It didn't make any sense, but Ferdinand couldn't help but notice the space station's logo closely resembled the emblem on the worn banner nearby.
Maybe it was just some kind of image he was subconsciously fixated on. This was probably a hallucination, after all. He squeezed a stress ball to calm himself; he didn't need to start hyperventilating and make his breathing problems even worse.
He needed to get out, but the only exit he could see was blocked with rubble.
Oh god. He'd done it, hadn't he. That rubble was probably a police blockade, and the police would be here any minute, and they'd find him and why the hell did this have to happen to him...
Ferdinand squeezed the stress ball again. Okay. It couldn't be that bad. He wasn't hearing any sirens, or other loud noises... and he could still hear his own breathing, so he hadn't gone deaf. Probably.
Maybe he just felt trapped, and he was afraid to walk out the doors and everything would be okay once he did...
Except he still hadn't paid for the book. He put it on what looked like a broken shelf, so he wouldn't be mistaken for a shoplifter, and then walked right into the rubble.
Unfortunately, it was completely solid. He cried out in pain, then in a panic started squeezing his stress ball again.
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I'm serious | It makes perfect sense | Easy as ABC! | I can't even explain it | Cleaning up someone else's mess
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I suck | I rule | I've got it made | Really, I'm serious | This bugs me | It's all lies | I want to believe | Beauty is a curse