《The First Rabbit Dungeon》Prologue - Waking Up
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Waking up with a feeling of being neither tired or with a huge amount of energy. I am just awake now, nothing more, nothing less.
Haven’t felt like this just after waking up since my first good night sleep after that two week flu that I had about two or three years ago. It not a thing that is important enough for me to remember, so I am not one hundred percent sure when I had that flu.
I don’t remember doing anything special yesterday that would make me feel this way. Pretty much hanged out with my friends all day and went to bed like normal. Not like I am complaining, makes waking up a lot easier in this state.
Getting up out of the bed and walking to my dresser to get at least some underwear on. Yeah that is right. I said I don’t wear anything to bed, including underwear. It doesn’t matter to me and I don’t like people giving weird faces once they find out that fact about me.
Well I say that I get out of bed, but the reality of right now is I am unable to move at all. So like any normal person I start to freak out while trying to move around like crazy.
And like any messed up situation where someone cannot move, my freaking out is not working at all.
So for the next twenty minutes or something like that I repeat the process of attempting to move around like crazy. Even after all this time has passed with me attempting to move around, I still don't feel tired at all. I am still feeling the same as when I first woke up here.
Seeing as how my attempts to move aren’t working I lay, stand or sit, not sure what I am doing right now to be honest. And just try and think of another way to get out of here.
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Before that though, I should try and see where I am in the first place. I don't think that I am in my bedroom like I was when I went to bed last night.
Looking around all I see is... well nothing really.
Right now the only thing I can say is I am in a room without windows that is pitch black dark to the point that I can't see anything, but a faint light below my vision that I am not sure is actually there or not.
So far the only information that I have gotten is the fact that I am in a one meter cubed room. How do I know how big the room is when I can't even see the room?
The answer is quite simple, but very weird at the same time.
I know how big the room is because of this weird thing that I am feeling. If I had to explain it, it would be chalked up to a sixth sense that makes me able to know what my surroundings is like.
And no, it is not a sense for sensing/seeing ghosts. At this point I would rather have that ability so I can at least try and get answers from the ghosts. Not that I believe in ghosts to begin with.
With all of this figured out, I should probably get back to freaking out and trying to break free from whatever is forcing me from not being able to move at all. The freaking out pretty much lasts for a entire day's worth of time.
To me though, it only felt like a few hours went by instead of just a day. I will never learn of this fact though. Never once getting tired physically or mentally does that to someone's perception of time.
Since so much time went by with nothing happening. The initial fear that I had that something bad would happen to me very soon if I couldn't get out was finally starting to taper off.
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Which started to turn into a calm-ish collected fear that is rapidly thinking of things that could help me out in this situation.
A few things that I thought of involve my new weird sense that lets me know how big this room is and even a little beyond the room if I focus hard enough. Well first thing that I am thinking of is how am I breathing in here right now?
If my weird sense is telling the truth, there is no air holes in this room for air to get in this room and even more importantly, for oxygen to get in this room. So with how long I have been in here, I should have run out of oxygen by now and I should be choking to death.
Unless there is somehow just a lot of oxygen in the air that will very timely run out just as I start to think about... (Insert choking sounds here.)
I then stop the sound effect of me choking. Never mind, that isn't really happening to me, I guess that cliché isn't happening today.
Currently I have bigger issues then no oxygen in the room because it seems like I am currently not being affected by it. I am not even hearing my own breathing, so there is that too. Which kind of reinforces my idea of safety in me not needing to breathe right now.
Now onto the freakier thought that I had.
How is a person like me, a seventeen year old boy, seventeen year old man? My parents kept switching between the two terms depending on how I acted in front of them.
Anyways, my name is Wade Smith and my parents names are Rolland... Wait, wasn't I thinking of something else just a moment ago?
Oh yeah, how am I able to be in this room with me being six feet two inches tall? Even if I was somehow able to fit in this room, I should at least be feeling the wall next to me physically.
And I should be feeling at least the floor underneath me, also physically and not with my new sixth sense... Then with that my mind goes blank for a few minutes. Not one hundred percent sure how it actually lasted though.
The first thought that was able to get into my head after quite a while without me thinking is the realization that I can't even feel the floor underneath me right now. Or anything that isn't just the 'normal' state that I woke up with.
I know that I am not suspended in midair by rope, straps. Or even floating in mid air by a giant fan. Like in those wind turbine shafts, that are meant for people to go sky diving without the need to actually free fall from a plane way up in the sky.
Also I am not going to believe that I am in outer space where there is zero-gravity. Cause my attempts at movements so far should have made me get at least some momentum. Which should have made me hit a wall by now.
With my mind still in a pretty much blank state still and only the most vague and unimportant/unrelated questions being asked in my mind. The only important question that I can think of before I start to freak out some more is.
"Where am I?" And pretty much on cue with me saying that 'out loud'. Or at least not directed at myself. I hear a voice in my head.
"Welcome to the world of Terra!"
Wait! Who just said that?!
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