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You wake up. You're awake. Surely? You don't have a name. What's a name. Hm.
You can't see anything. Did you open your eyes yet. Are your limbs even there.
Open your eyes?
[Yes]
[Stayasleepdontwakethisisntfair] <——- Chosen.
…..You sleep more. The screams have long passed. You think. Were there screams?
You aren't sure. You aren't even alive.
…..
Your eyes were closed still. The air being the only sound your little ears can pick up.
Do you want to be born?
[Yes]
[No. No. No. No.] <——- CHOSEN. DESPERATION.
…..You sleep more.
The ground below breaths in screams and agony, begging for a chance at life they didn't get.
They grab at you're
…Wait. They are dead, they can't reach you.
What's death?
…It's so quiet. Peaceful even. But weirdly boring.
…..
Awake?
[Yes.] <—- Might as well.
[Everything will change. No]
….You’re bleary eyes open to a dark night sky, filled with hundreds of stars that have arrived today.
A blink. Multiple actually. So many eyes of yours.
Hm.
You are sitting on the heavy dirt. No trees around you anymore, perhaps a far away kingdom with some big plant in the middle but no Trees.
Inspect.
(The Roots) <—— S o i l.
(The arms)
(The body)
(The face)
…..You are made of roots. the ground has some too.
They breathe with you. The roots did something horrible though.
You stand up with tainted breath. Sound. Creak. No mouth to breathe with.
YOu shouldn’t be here.
…
Inspect.
(The arms)
(The body) <———
(The face)
…..
YOu inspect the body of the Broccoli before you.
Dead. No breathing. Rotten. Died some time ago.
Vines rupture him. Must have resisted the force to be buried alive.
:.....Starving was a slow death.
You feel a sadness tinge at youre heart. Why did he have to die?
The circle of life must not be interrupted out of force.
Its not someone elses to play with.
.-....
Inspect.
(The arms) <———
(The face)
There are many arms sticking out of the ground.
You wonder how long they screamed for their family.
Their mother.
Their father.
Their siblings.
Their friends.
Their rivals.
THeir King.
But nobody came.
They look like sad flowers now.
Inspect.
(The face) <——-
(I hate it.)
(Dont you)
(?)
(Something doesn’t deserve hate for a fate that is inevitable).
Mmm.
The face of a dead tomato.
Face ripped wide open. Tear dugs long rotten. So much horror in one expressions.
They screamed till they died.
…..
So many fates undeserved.
Perhaps the murderer never saw beauty.
Perhaps.
Maybe.
Possibly.
(Breathe with the ground)
(Think) <——-
You know.
You wonder if you could have been worse.
What even happened here?
Why did the screams happen. Where is my family.
What is my family
I dont even have a name.
I want a name
Please.
A Name.
(.........) Type your Choice.
G r a b l e y ?
Oh.
……
O H.
That name sounds nice.
.
-
-
-
Grabley.
Grabley.
GRABLEY:
G R A B L E Y-
(Awake) <—— Awaken!
(No….?)
“GRABLEY!”
Oh.
Your eyes slowly opened, a carrot and a blueberry meeting that sweet gaze of yours.
Is it sweet?
It sure was half caked in dirt.
You blink with some kind of noise, the blueberry kindly wiping away the dirt.
“Finally-”
“Karoto, dont be rude!”
“Yeah, yeah–....Just not used to them sleeping like that.”
…..Oh.
…..
Right.
Not real.
(THE DREAM HAS BEEN COMPLETED)