Alright uh you seemed to like chapter 2
I guess
Oh yeah, forgot to mention that this is an AU.
Here's chapter 3. Let's say Prismatic meets a group of stick figures that might or might not be friendly.
Oh wow. This post got overshadowed by a couple other posts. Imma just*poof* @BigPerritoFan alright bye
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The hum of the white noise. The blinding light shining through the protections of my eyelids, and the pain surging through my body mercilessly. All of it was coming back to me in a flash, then it was calmer as I shifted through what seemed like a hard bed. My groan alerted some sticks, and they rushed over to me. They stared at me for a bit, worried murmurs and glances, some shuffling or two and maybe some contact with me. Eventually, I managed to sit up, and I noticed some bandages wrapped around my arms, one on my left leg, and my torso. I could also hear their dialogue more clearly.
"Surprised she woke up from the crash." A voice stated in some nonchalance.
"She injured her head, torso, broke two arms and one leg...some metal caused the injury to ricochet through her neck..." Another voice talked in a clam manner.
The environment was interesting. I was in a regular hospital like place, but it seemed a bit unreal due to the diversity of the technology. Through the window, I could infer that the next room was a big dome with protective glass around it, storing some crops and trees. There seemed to be a blue hue shining on the glass too. A voice broke through my observations.
"Hey, how are you feeling?"
I looked directly in front of me, A creamy brown colored stick figure wearing a white poofy scarf, with googles on their head. They seemed to be waiting with a relieving patience, a great contrast to the chaotic movement of the stick figures around me.
"Yeah I'm doing a bit better. My body still hurts a lot."
"Good. My name is Almond, and I would like to ask some questions to determine your current state." The nice but stern stick figure took out a clipboard and clicked their pen.
"First question. What's your name?"
"I'm Prismatic." I said calmly.
A couple of scribbles later and they hummed a weird tune before their eyes peaked over to me again. "Do you remember what happened before you crashed?"
I thought for a moment in my head, Why did I exactly crash? Everything was so...messy. It was pretty hard to recall. Was it one of those weird white tubes that sucked me in too hard? I had to reply something. "I'm not sure, sorry." A tapping with their pen and they began to scribble some more in the clipboard.
I had many questions of my own. What is this place? Where am I? What would they do to me? The sigh of Almond possibly being exhausted escaped from their chest. I guess I said my thoughts out loud without realizing it. They began to recompose themselves, answered: "You're in the Outliers' Base, and one of the many that we have scattered through the Internet. And our plans for you, we're either planning to recruit you, or expell you."
"Expell?!" I exclaimed, a bit too loud. It made me feel a bit embarrassed. The stares of the onlookers didn't help out with my immediate regret.
"Well, we're not going to expell you to space, we're just going to send you back to the Outernet via space craft. Unless.."
"Unless what?"
"Unless we see you useful for our investigations on the Internet. You see, we were sent out here by Rocket Corporations to research on the Internet of its properties, space and maybe its history."
They called themselves the Outliers. I'm not sure why I haven't heard of them before, but I'm not surprised that Rocket Corp had a space project.
Suddenly, they asked another question. "How did you get here?"
I stated that I randomly was teleported to a place of burning buildings, saw two stick figures burning it with strange powers, escaped to a place called Facebook and rode on a spaceship and ended up here.
Almond seemed intrigued about when I said that I was randomly teleported to a place with burning buildings. They squinted their eyes at me.
"Did you see...green particles?"
"Yeah...why?"
They muttered something about green like particles, taking more notes, and glanced at me. They dismissed me of answering questions and headed out of the room. I could see other patients with me, other stick figures. They weren't as beaten up as me. It's been a rough silence since that interview with Almond. The scurry of more stick figures seemed absent. The hum of lights and the AC were more deafening than annoying. I was left alone with my thoughts, in a strange place full of strangers. Then, I heard a familiar voice, trickling down my cheek like tears, and with tears my face made, down my eyes to my chin.
"Pris? Is that you?"
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