Nightmare
-LY SHIT!
...
Am I dead? Where's the immense pain that should come with getting hit by a car?
"CHILD OF MAN."
ARGH!
A dominating presence enveloped Leo's mind, forcing him to the "ground". He fell flat onto the ground, barely catching himself, and noticing his lack of hands to begin with. His existence shook with fear, almost forcing him to a point that he wasn't sure he could exist in.
"YOU HAVE DIED."
Leo struggled to breathe, panting on the ground. Something unknowable, almighty, a god, maybe. Stood above him, their presence baring into his very soul. He could not even lift his eyes to gaze upon the cosmic horror that stood before him.
"PATHETIC. CAN YOU NOT EVEN STAND?"
Every fiber of Leo's being shook in horror, his moments prior shock of death drowned in the fear of something far greater. Through sheer force of will they managed to bring themselves to their knees, staring up into the air. Nothing was there, yet something... Was. Something seemed to give the voice pause, before it continued on regardless.
"YOU ARE WEAK. YET, RIFE WITH POTENTIAL."
Wh... What.... What the hell... Are you? Leo managed to choke out of his ephemeral form.
"AMUSING, YOU SEEK TRUTH, DO YOU? I KNOW WHAT I SHALL MAKE YOU. FOLLOW MY INSTRUCTION, AND YOU MAY MANAGE TO LIVE LONG ENOUGH TO FIND IT. ENVISION YOUR EXISTENCE, AND BRING IT INTO BEING. STATE, 'CLASS'.
Leo couldn't put his proverbial finger on it, but something told him to absolutely not question anything this being told him.
Cl-Class!
Leo, Iower Imp.
Level 1
Class skills, Apprentice magic proficiency I, Air of menace.
Skills,
Stat gain, +1 dexterity, +1 constitution, +1 wisdom, +3 capacity, +2 intelligence, +1 charisma, +3 manipulation.
Imp?! What the-
"ARE YOU DISSATISFIED?" The voice spoke with a hint of malice, not a hint, enough malice to choke him out for all he knew.
Rrk! Not at all!
"SPLENDID. NEXT, CALL OUT 'STATUS'."
Status!
Leo, Demon.
Level 1
Strength 5
Dexterity 7
Constitution 6
Wisdom 10
Capacity 14
Intelligence 12
Charisma 10
Manipulation 15
Abilities, Riftwalker, Demonic obsession:blank.
Demonic obsesssion?! Riftwalker? What the hell am I even looking at?
"DO YOU WISH TO KNOW?"
Leo wasn't even sure if that was meant to be threatening or not! This thing is just too damn intimidating!
"YOU ARE AN AMUSING ONE, ALBEIT PITIFULLY WEAK REGARDLESS. RIFTWALKER WILL MARK YOUR REBORN ILK. YOU MAY FIGURE THE REST OUT ON YOUR OWN."
The voice paused for a moment, bringing a invigorating moment of peace to Leo's soul before returning in full force.
"OUR TIME GROWS SHORT. I WILL PERMIT YOU TO ASK TWO QUESTIONS."
The pressure finally dissipated. And Leo felt as if he had control over his body again, even if he didn't seem to currently have one.
I-I'm dead?
"YES. LAST QUESTION."
Shit-ok ok ok... Clearly this is some kind of game world, given I have numbered stats and skills on top of that. So I don't think I need to ask that, but... What should I do?
"A SIMPLE QUESTION. GROW STRONGER, OR DIE."
Wait but how?!
"I HAVE ANSWERED YOUR QUESTIONS, YOU WOULD DO WELL NOT TO INSULT ME BY ASKING FOR MORE. NOW, OUR TIME GROWS SHORT WEAK ONE. ASCEND AND WE MAY SPEAK AGAIN."
Asc-? and all fades to black.