Some might call me desensitized, and some might call me a fool. But either way, I think I did it. What was it? I dunno. Everything worked out well, or at least I hope it did. I normally have a good recollection of events, but here? Nu-uh. Yet, I can’t start anew until I tell you my story this time, as if I am talking to another lifeform. Hell, who’d even be observing these? The Doctor who is a talking Red Panda? I’d think he’d, yeah, I’m calling it a he, because I don’t know a gender-neutral term that flows as well, have better things to do. Seeing as how he was able to do all of this. But I am getting off-topic here.
I awoke to the sound of gunfire. One handgun, one bullet, followed by a comparatively light “splat”. I am not sure if I fired the bullet, or the body I am possessing did. Not that it truly mattered. I just needed to go back and grab the can of beans, flee, get tackled, and fire a gun. It was simple, and even a child could do it. I began to lurch forward in as quiet as a dash I could manage, only to nearly fall flat on my face.
I then remembered the other aspect I’d forgotten about, despite having clothing and arms, since that was all I could see, basically identical to the woman when I possessed her as my first target, I now had some more weight to deal with. It looked oddly smaller from my perspective, but I did not have time to ponder things, I tried my hardest to balance my body with another person being in this already frail body. Making it hard to do so much as jog away after I grabbed the can, and turned on my heels.
During all of this, my Field of Vision was filled with instructions, none of which felt necessary, I knew that I would be tackled. I instinctively placed the gun to a hollister, or at least I think I did, seeing as how I can’t recall what I did with it. And I would just shoot the first body I remember having, in the back of the head. It mattered not to me, just as long as everything goes well, I would be golden. If not? Well, I think I would be nonexistent, which I’d find as a ripe bit tripe.
And like a series of dominoes, I was brought down, stared into the body’s pale blue eyes, saw him rummaging about as I grew a bit embarrassed I used to be so sensitive. And without skipping a beat, I stood up and heard The Doctor shout, “Fire!” from the back of my mind. No longer even feeling like this was a reality, whatever that means. I pointed the weapon at my former body, closed my eyes, and heard a bang. It was a short journey, I made it so, and now I was free. But I am not even sure if I fired those weapons, and everything felt so automated, like I was not even controlling Y’vonne or whoever this was.
And then, my visions froze on a single image, and faded away, as if someone had killed me after I did my own body off. Except there was no pain, just mild numbness. But where was I? Was the Red Panda lying? Where would I get my answers? I dunno, but the future will tell me the truth, unless I keep on going back, or am I just in the present- Guh! Now I get why The Doctor said he hated time travel!
Some might call me desensitized, and some might call me a fool. But either way, I think I did it. What was it? I dunno. Everything worked out well, or at least I hope it did. I normally have a good recollection of events, but here? Nu-uh. Yet, I can’t start anew until I tell you my story this time, as if I am talking to another lifeform. Hell, who’d even be observing these? The Doctor who is a talking Red Panda? I’d think he’d, yeah, I’m calling it a he, because I don’t know a gender-neutral term that flows as well, have better things to do. Seeing as how he was able to do all of this. But I am getting off-topic here.
I awoke to the sound of gunfire. One handgun, one bullet, followed by a comparatively light “splat”. I am not sure if I fired the bullet, or the body I am possessing did. Not that it truly mattered. I just needed to go back and grab the can of beans, flee, get tackled, and fire a gun. It was simple, and even a child could do it. I began to lurch forward in as quiet as a dash I could manage, only to nearly fall flat on my face.
I then remembered the other aspect I’d forgotten about, despite having clothing and arms, since that was all I could see, basically identical to the woman when I possessed her as my first target, I now had some more weight to deal with. It looked oddly smaller from my perspective, but I did not have time to ponder things, I tried my hardest to balance my body with another person being in this already frail body. Making it hard to do so much as jog away after I grabbed the can, and turned on my heels.
During all of this, my Field of Vision was filled with instructions, none of which felt necessary, I knew that I would be tackled. I instinctively placed the gun to a hollister, or at least I think I did, seeing as how I can’t recall what I did with it. And I would just shoot the first body I remember having, in the back of the head. It mattered not to me, just as long as everything goes well, I would be golden. If not? Well, I think I would be nonexistent, which I’d find as a ripe bit tripe.
And like a series of dominoes, I was brought down, stared into the body’s pale blue eyes, saw him rummaging about as I grew a bit embarrassed I used to be so sensitive. And without skipping a beat, I stood up and heard The Doctor shout, “Fire!” from the back of my mind. No longer even feeling like this was a reality, whatever that means. I pointed the weapon at my former body, closed my eyes, and heard a bang. It was a short journey, I made it so, and now I was free. But I am not even sure if I fired those weapons, and everything felt so automated, like I was not even controlling Y’vonne or whoever this was.
And then, my visions froze on a single image, and faded away, as if someone had killed me after I did my own body off. Except there was no pain, just mild numbness. But where was I? Was the Red Panda lying? Where would I get my answers? I dunno, but the future will tell me the truth, unless I keep on going back, or am I just in the present- Guh! Now I get why The Doctor said he hated time travel!
Fun Facts: This is actually the shortest Cycle that I plan on making. I wanted to originally wrap up this first, “arc” as I call it. And I just needed to have these thirty seconds detailed before I could end this prolouge. So I made it fairly bare bones, but I wouldn’t call it bad, but it’s not a chapter where I put a lot of energy into it. I literally made this during a 42 minute long period at my school, where the only thing substantially significant is how I foreshadowed soem things being off, which I think I could write-off if I don’t have a good use for it. I’m guessing this is how comics work, because I hate to hold onto stuff, because I will grow embarrased in terms of posting it. See you next time, where I bring on the exposition!