Diluted

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Huh, what happened to me? I… was falling, and the pain… I felt a heavy notion of dejavu currently. This experience was basically exactly like what had happened when I had came to before. Am I alive?... No… I should've died-, did I just get born again?

I felt heavy, constricted, essentially the same as when I regained my consciousness, born into this cruel world filled with darkness. My senses were back to normal though, well at least the 'normal' for this new life of mine. The endless brightness and torture had disappeared. Doing that crazy thing was very traumatic to me, I had never wished to ever attempt anything similar to it ever again. What I did was literally playing with death.

Staring at the vast blackness, the absence of light I felt was comfortable and delicate to me. This was what home should feel like. Hearing the dense random horrific noises in the background I became relaxed. There was no more fighting with threats while being a man in black. I could finally be a free man, live a retired life, slowly forgetting my already appeared PTSD disorder.

My body was finally calm after the intense battle and life crisis. I felt like a lily within a pond, sweet and protected. The more I thought about it, the more I felt it was comfortable and acceptable to live my current lifestyle. It had zero danger and one hundred percent safety. It was a normal lifestyle. Perfect lifestyle.

Although it will be boring living with nothing to do, I was sure I could find something. If the worst also comes, I could attempt making friends with one of the many horrors out there. My neighbors, my beautifully ugly neighbors, did not seem as smart as me though, plus not to mention the fact that they betrayed me… but they were my kin, and I could not ignore them. They were family.

Brrrreeeeeee- . Brrrreeeeeee-.

[H-...t…]

With a shudder, I felt haunted. I swore on my life I had heard something while I was thinking about my future path. Is that thing still after me?!? Crossing my liquids at the speed a stick rolls, I quickly focused on my senses. It was better to be safe than sorry. My diluted hearing was still the same. No smell, no taste, and no sight. Everything was good.

Frick! I then quickly noticed that although I still heard the phantoms, I was still falling… I felt no slithering or rubbing whatsoever on my body. I was no longer being groped by everyone. There was something even more wrong with my situation though. Even though there was nothing, and I was falling,- I felt no pain,- only the slightest amount of movement from the side where I was shooting towards.

I'm still falling!? I should've been out for a while, and already been falling long enough before that, and now I was still falling! How in the world did this make any sense!?? Why was I not dead yet?!? How the heck was I alive!?!?

Briiiii-! Briiiii-!

[HOST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] A brazen sweet yell answered back to me with heightened anger.

"WH^T TH3 HBLL!", screaming and spurting out with the little liquids that I had left, I had been scared out of my invisible man parts once again.