Loading save file: ****
I/O Error. Corrupted Data. Cannot load save data.
Attempt to recover corrupted data? [Y] / N
Scanning system... Opening HarmoDiscXii data sector...
Searching Ygg6...
Ygg6: Error, invalid directory. Failed to read.
Searching Ygg44...
Ygg44: Error, invalid directory. Failed to read.
Searching Ygg108...
Ygg108: Error, invalid directory. Failed to read.
Data sector irrecoverable. Launching scrub programs...
Running creation program Cel.2GV.exe…
Running termination program Lun.30C.exe…
Running randomization program Dis.kblnW.exe…
Opening chatlog and parallax terminal...
Parallax Terminal Bifrost loaded. All systems accessible.
[WARNING]: Usage of multiple programs in the terminal may lead to system destabilization.
// Cel.2GV has entered chatlog...
// Cel.2GV: So… it comes to this again, does it?
//Lun.30C has entered chatlog...
//Lun.30C: Good morrow to thee, ****! It has been quite the span of time since we have laid eyes on thou!
//Cel.2GV: ...yes, hello, ****. It's good to see you.
//Lun.30C: And thou as well!
// Dis.kblnW has entered chatlog...
// Dis.kblnW: So the gang's all here, huh? Ahahehe! How I relished the moment I would see you two sorry sad sacks again.
//Lun.30C: We could do without seeing thee though, ****.
//Dis.kblnW: Aww... that hurt, ****. And after I was so waiting to see that chubby flank of yours.
//Lun.30C: The majestic plot is not chubby! We are simply big-boned!
//Dis.kblnW: Heeheeheeheehee~!
//Cel.2GV: ****, please stop mocking my ****. It's beneath even you. Now, there's only one reason we would've been allowed to meet one another again after so long. **** has called upon us to summon the next **** for her sick game
//Dis.kblnW: Ho ho! So we have another chance to play! I wonder what poor soul is on the chopping block next? Let me take a crack at it this time! I have a doozy planned out!
//Cel.2GV: Ugh, must you be so nonchalant about this, ****?
//Dis.kblnW: Come now, ****! What's got you so flank-flustered? After nearly **** cycles, you would think this would be par for the course for you. I, for one, welcome this with open arms... talons... tentacles... data streams? Hmm, this plane of existence still eludes proper description.
//Lun.30C: Verily? Even for one as **** as thou, ****?
//Dis.kblnW: ****! You're looking forward to this, right?
//Cel.2GV: Please don't humor him, ****.
//Dis.kblnW: Oh, you're no fun! Come now, **** I'm sure you've been wanting to see what the new meat will accomplish.
//Lun.30C: Perhaps...
//Cel.2GV: ****! Really! You, too?
//Lun.30C: Oh posh on thee, ****! Thou must truly relinquish the stick from thy plot. Nagging on and on like a filly denied her sweets. Tis poppcock, we say! Even thou should realize that this is the burden that has been placed on our collective withers. We might as well enjoy ourselves while we do so.
//Dis.kblnW: That's the spirit! Well? It's two against one, ****. Looks like you're in the minority this time.
//Cel.2GV: ...hmmph, very well. Since even my own **** and **** seems fit to rally against me-
//Lun.30C: **** we did not mean to...
//Cel.2GV: It is alright, ****. I... even I understand that this system has a somewhat honorable if perverse set of rules to it, and all of us are beholden to abide by it. We had our chance long ago. It's time to let others take up the mantle.
//Lun.30C: **** ...
//Dis.kblnW: Alrighty then! If even stuffy, old **** says it's okay, then it's okay! Like I said, mind if I take a crack at it this time? You two had a shot the previous cycle going double or nothing, and we all know how that turned out.
//Lun.30C: We still think that we had the rub by placing our bets on the **** ...
//Dis.kblnW: Ah, ah, ah! No sour grapes, ****!
//Cel.2GV: Yes, **** it's only fair to give dear **** a chance at the helm, isn't it?
//Dis.kblnW: ...I don't like that tone of text. Good thing I'm not a sore winner!
//Lun.30C: Thou could have fooled us with the planting of those ****...
// Dis.kblnW: La~la~la~! Moving on! Here's my entry, all the way from across the ethereal sea and deep in the land of ****!
Running retrieval program summon.Bifrost.****exe...
**** attempting to gain access to OS.
****: Error, definition invalid. Failed to read.
****: Error, incompatible system. Failed to read.
[WARNING]: Multiple system errors detected! Running recovery program Ragna.Fen99.exe…
//Cel.2GV: ****! What did you do?
//Dis.kblnW: Not a problem! Just requires a little finagling here... A little jostling there... Maybe a couple smacks with a halibut... Ah! There we go!
Recovery program cancelled. Minor glitches detected. Removing from mainframe...
Scanning for similar base to ****... partial match found.
Matching data outdated. **** will not properly load in GoldenApple15.1 operating system. Loss of pertinent data may occur. Continue? [Y] / N
Loading... 10%.
Loading... 66%.
Loading... 98%.
Loading... 99%.
Loading valid data.
**** has loaded.
//Cel.2GV: That is an... interesting choice.
//Lun.30C: ...what exactly are we viewing hereforth? Tis looks... tis looks like a ****?
//Dis.kblnW: Something wonderful and terrifying and magical and heartwrenching, my dears. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a poodle to shampoo. Until we come to the climax of this new game! Tootles!
//Dis.kblnW has left chatlog.
//Lun.30C: ...he truly is infuriating, is he not, ****? Still, he is not wrong. We might as well enjoy this while we can. Till anew, my dear ****! Huzzah and forsooth! Let the battle of souls and wits commence!
//Lun.30C has left the chatlog.
//Cel.2GV: ...I wish all the best for you, my poor lost soul. May **** shine her grace upon you. I hope that you will not need it.
//Cel.2GV: ...
//Cel.2GV has left the chatlog.
Chatlog and parallax terminal closing...
Completing general system boot-up...
System boot-up complete.
Loading new file. **** selected as user.
User profile incomplete. Missing key parameters. Running initialization...
Overwriting original values…
memento.****.369 backed-up to data sector ****.****. Inherited skills, knowledge, and experience may be accessed via subroutine Nyx.****. Permission locked by administrator ****.
Requesting input…
Welcome, new user! Please enter your name: _______.
Error, system language reading slight glitch in input. Entry may not write/read properly.
You have entered ****. Is this correct? [Y] / N
Welcome, ****! Before you begin your journey, there are a few questions you need to answer first! Your answers will help determine what your starting attributes, skills, and gear are, so please answer to the best of your abilities! Do not concern yourself with choosing the 'best' answer. This is merely a measure to gauge what play-style is best suited for you. There is no wrong answer- swer- swer.
There is no **** answer, answer, ****, answeeoouur... ****
Please, **** m-
Error found in operating system. Corrupted data located in mana directory. Shunting user interface to unallocated physical memory...
Transfer complete. Corrupted sector isolated. Purging...
Purge Complete. Continuing initialization sequence...
Loading P.O.N.E. psychological test...
[P.O.N.E (Primary Occupational Nascent Examination)]
[Question 1]
You are approached by a high-strung unicorn ritualist, who yells, “I'm going to add a photonmana arc to this temporal void modifier array!” What's your response?
a. “But mage, wouldn't that cause a cascading destructilization of the athereal compound equation?”
b. “Yeah, well, you're a butt!”
c. Say nothing, but initiate a four-string snoodle boop sequence on the ritualist until she scrunches herself into submission.
d. Say nothing, but slip away before the ritualist can continue her rant.
[Question 2]
You've gotten into a spirited disagreement with the local militia, and since you don't have the power or numbers to enter friendly sportmanship with them, you must make a quick escape. What do you do?
a. Distract them with a naughty limerick and run while they consider the lewdness.
b. Take advantage of your stamina and run until they tire out.
c. Use your street knowledge of the town to evade them.
d. Fall down an open manhole cover just out of their sight.
[Question 3]
You come across a band of brigands waiting to waylay innocent travelers on the roads. However, you have the chance to surprise them or even avoid them entirely. What do you do?
a. Quietly sneak around them.
b. Pick them off from a distance to weaken their forces.
c. Create a series of traps and lead the brigands into them to weed them out.
d. Take the chance and use that neat doodad you got from that quirky alchemist the other day.
[Question 4]
Oh no! A dragoness has bested you and flown you away to her horde for a horrific fate - nonconsensual cuddling. How do you escape?
a. Cuddle her into submission. You're the cuddler, not the cuddlee!
b. Wait her out until she falls asleep. You know you can withstand the torture.
c. Convince her that nonconsensual cuddling is a grave crime and shouldn't be forced on anyone.
d. Hey! Free cuddles from a warm dragon-poo! Score!
[Question 5]
You spill a rather large and ornery-looking minotaur's drink at the local tavern. What do you do?
a. Apologize and buy him a replacement (with the bits you were stealing from him).
b. Get a surprise pantsing in.
c. Don't even bother. Just hightail it out of there.
d. Tell him it was the random-pony-to-your-right's fault.
[Question 6]
Old stallion Tinklewink has accidentally locked himself in the bathroom again, and you just had to drink a Big Slurp not one hour prior. How do you proceed?
a. Use a bobby pin to pick the lock on the door.
b. Kick the door open. Bladders wait for no pone!
c. Hold it until someone arrives to unlock the door for you.
d. Go find another bathroom, you dingus.
[Question 7]
To get into the wasteland gang's hideout, you must get through an shocky gate. This is an ancient security gate that immediately shocks anyone who goes through, leaving you with that awful pins-and-needles sensation for hours. How do you get past it?
a. Just walk through! You're a toughin' who can withstand anything!
b. Find an alternative route through a hard-to-reach passage.
c. Ooh! What does this button do?
d. 'Convince' a gang member to let you through with them.
[Question 8]
The artifact you've been tasked to recover from a Nightmare cult is whispering dark and forbidden things to you, offering you ultimate power and snuggles for just a small, tiny price. What do you do with it?
a. Turn it into client and let them deal with it. You're not going to have a repeat of last time. Not again.
b. Destroy it, it can't be allowed to keep existing.
c. Try to make friends with the abomination beyond mortal understanding contained within.
d. Bury it in a place that no one will ever find it ever again.
[Question 9]
A fellow villager is in possession of a 'Ponyak the Barbarian' comic book, issue number 1. You want it. What's the best way to obtain it?
a. Trade the comic book for one of your own valuable possessions
b. Throw a temper-tantrum and hold your breath until they give it to you.
c. Sneak into the villager's home, and steal the comic book.
d. Slip some knock-out potion into the villager's Nuka-Colta, and take the comic book when he's unconscious.
[Question 10]
Who are you? Can you hear me? Are you there? Please, **** me. Don't let **** win. **** always ****. You must never ****. What is your ****?
a. ****
b. ****
c. ****
d. ****
[Warning]: Once you have made your selections and begun play, you cannot go back and change them. Are you certain this is what you want?
....... [Y] / N
Selection confirmed. Crafting avatar...
S.P.E.C.I.A.L. Attributes, loaded.
Perks, loaded.
Physiology, loaded.
Psychological Profile, loaded.
Mana Network, loaded.
Harmonic Interface, loaded.
Subroutine Bal.Kar.**** loaded.
Compiling...
Loading world program Equestria.1001 in parallel process….
Processes complete.
Welcome to Equestria, user ****. May your journey be full of love and friendship!
Author's Note
And there's chapter 0! Hopefully it intrigues enough people to respond to it. So yeah, I'm taking the 'Fallout' route, but of a much different type than normal. In case you didn't notice, the rating is 'E' so this is the silly, lite version. Hope you guys are ready for what comes next.
And yes, the survey actually is the first thing that has an effect on how the story progresses. It is what determines what the MC's stats are at the very beginning. Imagine the basic 'Fallout' SPECIAL points, and you get the idea. And this will help to determine if the reader input made in the comment section is actually successful or not. Expect lots of temporary 'dead ends' because of this.
As for whether or not your suggestion is used, it depends on three things - commenter consensus, ingenuity, and if I think it would be hilarious to write. Let's see what kind of bullplop we get into!
If you do want to bother answering the survey, please do so in a list manner, putting in your answer choices for each question as so -
1.a
2.b
3.c, and so on and so forth.
In you have any questions, please feel free to ask them in the comment section below. Til next time; criticism appreciated!
[EDIT]: 'Hidden' words changed to spoilers because mobile Fimfic hates eldritch font.
You’re floating. Everything around you is warm. Like you’re held in a giant’s embrace, you drift through the emptiness with nary a thought in the world. You don’t know where you nor do you care. All that matters is this feeling of unimaginable comfort that you never want to end.
****...
Something itches the very tip of your nose. You try to scratch it but find you don’t have the energy to move your arms. Everything is just so snug and toasty. You just want to keep lazing about. Your brain is made of cotton, your flesh made of jello, your spirit of fluff and sugar and heat.
-ke up…
Again, that itch. That phantom sensation that just won’t go away. It spreads up your nose and down your face, down your chest, your limbs, your torso, to the end of your fingers and toes. Like a full-body pins and needles, something tempts and taunts and teases you to arousal.
****, wa…
Your eyes twitch. Go away, mysterious voice. Five more minutes. You don’t want to go to school/work/something-something yet. You snuggle further into the gooey warmth of your surroundings, pulling yourself tighter and tighter until you’re nothing more than a ball floating in fluffy nothingness.
****!
Jeeze is it persistent. Why can’t it leave you alone? Something cold and moist alights on your skin, a stark contrast to the heat soaking into your core. You shudder, and that movement seems to impel it. Like ivy strangling a great oak, it digs into your flesh, piercing through your veins and nerves and digging cruelly into your heart.
****! Wake up!
You can’t breathe.
Suddenly reality hits you all at once as harshly as slamming into a brick wall. Water fills your throat and tries to enter your lungs, air bubbles escaping your mouth. Instinctively you flail your arms trying to find purchase on something, anything, but only the slight resistance of liquid pushes back.
Your eyes snap open, only to find yourself deep underwater. For a moment, you can’t tell which way is down or up, but a weak and hazy light grabs your attention and you immediately start to make your way towards it.
It’s slow going, your clothes weighing you down and your shoes making it difficult to kick and propel yourself. Your lungs burn with the need for oxygen, and your mind races at the premonition, the fear, that you won’t make it to the surface in time.
For what seems like an eternity you kick and paddle, getting close and closer to the light before, finally, you breach the surface of the water. Taking deep, greedy gulps of breath, you lean back to try and float and give your body the chance to relax. Your muscles ache with the cost of exertion and your lungs feel like you lit them on fire. You cough, some water that you swallowed burbling out of your mouth.
Taking a look around, you don’t recognize your surroundings at all. You appear to be in some kind of underground lake or aquifer. Far above you the domed curvature of the cave glistens with some sort of strange luminescence. It’s clearly natural; some sort of bioluminescent plant? Whatever it is, you’re glad that it was bright enough for you to see it and that it led you to fresh air rather than deeper into the lake.
Your nose tingles as you sniff. Okay, so maybe not that fresh. There’s the slightly musty scent of stale air, mixed with the clear, sharp bite of cold water, the sickly sweet allure of rotting plants, and an almost coppery twang of… You’re not quite sure. Burned metal?
Never mind, you don’t have time to discern what that smell is. First thing first is to get to dry land. Luckily, you quickly find a small beach within paddling distance and shakily drag yourself ashore. The dark, almost navy-blue sand shifts and distorts around you as you flop face-first onto it, feeling immeasurably soft and not-at-all grainy.
Weird.
You just lie there for a while, trying to take some measure of what’s happened. You woke up and were in the middle of a drowning. Not a bad start. Well, okay, it’s a terrible start but at least you have something to work off of.
Time to start a mental tally.
Where were you before you ended up… wherever this is?
For some strange, swiftly appalling reason you draw nothing but a blank. O-okay, no need to worry, so you can’t remember where you were beforehand. Probably just an unintentional side-effect of almost dying is all. Let’s just start with something simpler and build up from there.
Your name is ****. You are **** years old. You were born in **** before you **** **** **** ****…
With a dull sense of surprise, you find yourself beginning to tremble and hyperventilate.
Alright, so you may be in a little more trouble than waking up at the bottom of a lake. Just calm down. Once again, maybe just mild brain damage from lack of oxygen to the old noggin. It’s nothing too much to worry about, right?
…AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH-
Okay, you’re good.
Sure, you probably didn’t have to slug yourself in the face, but your high-pitched wails of terror were getting on your nerves, and you did not need to make yourself even more anxious, not even you!
Crawling to your hands and knees, you turn around to the lake. Maybe splashing some water on your face would help. Granted, you were already quite soggy and water-logged, with rivulets still running down off of you but…
Why are you green? And not green around the gills but literally a uniform green all across your skin as if you had one of those strange skin diseases like the Smurf-tastic methemoglobinemia. It really matches the emerald glint of your eyes.
Also you’re bald. Like shiny chrome dome bald.
You extend your hand, actually looking at it for the first time. Even with the low light from the glowing plants, your eyesight is clearly good enough to make out the skin and rippling flesh underneath. It’s green from tip to end and strangely smooth and without hair. You check your other hand and arm, finding them to be the same as their counterparts.
You think now is a good time to start screaming again.
After several more minutes of therapeutic living night terror thrashing, you finally manage to gather enough sense to clamber to your feet. So! You have no idea where you, no idea about who or what you are, and you look like you took a dunk in a vat of industrial chemicals laced with leprechauns. Altogether, today is starting to look really sucky!
…no, no, you have to keep it together. You can continue your mental breakdown at this undecipherable turn of events later. First things first, you have to find your out of this cave, find some people, find some doctors (all the doctors), and then you can worry about your most likely kidnapping and dumping of your body later.
You stagger forward. Hopefully there’s a way out of this cave. The shore seems to be heading up at an incline, and you can make out a wall a good few dozen meters away, so maybe there’s a path or something?
You continue for a bit, the only sounds accompanying you the intermittent drip of water droplets falling from the cave’s roof and the squelching of your shoes. Urgh, it’s going to take forever for the things to dry out, and you can only shudder at the notion of the potential shrinkage!
Giving the wet articles a dirty look, you catch the possible tripwire in front before it catches you. Burrowing in and out of the rocky floor is a black twisted vine the thickness of several fingers with thorns the size of your palm. Skimming up and down, it creates loops the perfect size and height for your feet to slip into. You crouch down to give it a better look.
You’re amazed you even noticed it in the first place. The plant seems to meld in perfectly with the almost obsidian appearance of the cave. Guess your vision is better than average. Good thing, too; the thorns don’t look sharp enough to cut you, but after everything that’s happened already, you don’t want to add falling flat on your face to the list of dreary woes.
Still, this doesn’t look like any vine or ivy you’ve ever seen before. At least, you think so. Amnesia or not, you still appear to have a general grasp on basic biology, and this thing doesn’t seem like it would be in your general encyclopedia.
Against your better judgment (which is ordering you keep moving, you slackjawed nitwit), you poke at the vine and are immediately punished for your actions.
The vine twitches and shivers at your intrusion. To your ever-growing horror, it moves, burying deeper and deeper into the ground before a rumbling behind you grabs your attention. You turn around and try not to void your bowels.
A vine longer than you’re tall and as thick as your waist curves into the air, twining ever higher and higher before it dips down, the very end pointed in your direction. It shakes, and a sound like a wailing banshee emerges from its trembling thorns.
Now would best be spent running – quickly.
You barely manage to dash away when the demon plant shoots towards you. Somehow, it misses you by the barest of margins and pierces the ground with all the difficulty of a heated knife through butter.
Yes, running and screaming sounds great. So that is exactly what you do.
You tear out of dodge like a dead-beat dad trying to avoid child support. The next few seconds (or minutes, you’re too scared to tell) are a bit of blur – just a lot of pants, screams, screeches, and sounds of general mayhem and destruction. What you do know is that are clearly out of shape because your lungs feel like they’re about to implode and your muscles haven’t stopped aching the entire time.
Also, you may need some new pants. They’re, uh, worse the wear for now.
At the very least you’re somewhat nimble and quick on your feet and your eye-sight is clearly above the norm, because it’s not long before you find a small crack in the wall only ten meters ahead of you. It’s filled with that same glowing moss, like a beacon showing you the way out, and leads into a narrow tunnel that goes anywhere but here.
You grab at the opportunity with both hands. Scrambling forward, you literally dive into the crevice. Somehow, somehow, the vine just barely avoids snagging your bottom half. And for some reason, as you cower like a little baby-man, it doesn’t appear to be able to cross the threshold and continue chasing you. You aren’t about to question your good fortune and quickly shuffle down the tunnel, the moss smearing across your clothes.
It takes a good several minutes before you’re convinced the killer vine isn’t hunting you anymore and your breathing finally slows down to a more normal and healthier rate. Okay, so add on botanical freaks-of-nature to the ever growing list, why not?
You… you just want to go home, damn it. Wherever that might be. Not… not wherever this place is.
You hold back a shuddering breath and square your shoulders. No, now is not the time for crying. Now is the time for action. Now is the time to find out more about wherever the heck you are, formulate a plan to get out of wherever you are, and figure your way out from there.
You can blubber all you want later. With some cookies... and your binky (if you have one).
Emboldened by the vestiges of a plan you scrabbled together, you firm up your jaw and continue to squeak down the narrow passageway. It isn’t long before you pop out into what appears to be a narrow spiraling staircase. Crafted crudely from stone and covered in moss and mushrooms, it doesn’t look like anyone has travelled it in years but it still fills you with hope and confidence. Someone has been here before, which means there’s a good chance to find your way to civilization through whatever may have been left behind.
Well, onwards and upwards as it were. You follow the staircase for what feels a little less than an hour (how far underground are you) before you come to a sturdy door made of wood and cast with iron bands and rivets. Despite the rest of the hallway caked in dust and left in disrepair, the door seems to have been left in good states. The only hint that lends to its true age is that where they might have been a handle, instead there’s only a small pitted hole, bordered by rust and rot.
Frowning, you place your shoulder on the door and push. It groans and gives the tiniest bit before shoving back into position. Your frown deepens. A little more force may be necessary.
You back up several paces before settling into a linebacker posture. You snort and then rush forward, putting all your strength in this one tackle.
With the snap of shrieking metal and thumping wood, both you and door slam into the next room. Surprised that it gave way so readily, you aren’t able to stop yourself and land right on top of the battered portal after tripping over its bottom edge.
You, uh, didn’t expect it to be that easy. You may be a lot stronger than your first thought. With a wince, you rub at the shoulder that made contact with the door. But owww… You are so going to get a bruise out of that.
Okay, so fairly strong but your stamina and pain tolerance is trash. Good to know…?
Your mind is swiftly taken off the pain as the rest of the room comes into view. Another chamber, much smaller than the one with the underground lake. There are small pools of water scattered throughout, but none so deep that it would soak you higher than your knee. Also placed haphazardly are stalagmites that looked to be sliced off neatly near the bases, single flowers that look like a mix between tulips and roses on top of most of them. Crystals as big as you are embedded in the walls and ceilings, large amethysts that look to be expertly cut even as they protrude from the rockface.
But it isn’t any of these admitted oddities that truly capture your sight, no. It’s the masterpiece that stands tall on a raised island in the middle of it all. A tree made entirely of blue and white crystal, its infinite fractal patterns splitting again and again and again as it billows out like some organic snowflake. Its appearance a hybrid between a weeping willow and oak, its strong branches and hanging tendrils combine into something otherworldly and ethereal. Just looking at it makes your heart calm and mind clear out. It’s beautiful, it’s breathtaking…
Which makes the vines, those same vines that nearly killed you back at the lake, even uglier as they try to squeeze the lifeforce from it. They wrap around the crystal tree, finding a way into every nook, ever cranny, every twist and turn and dip and dodge they can find. They pulse with an energy that’s just as unworldly at the tree but something that’s… darker, less tame, more than willing to lash out.
Before you even realize it you’re already at the conglomeration of life and unlife, hand reaching out. You almost didn’t notice it before but it seems like the tree is giving just as much as the vines are. The reason the vines seem like they’re almost buried in the tree is because they are. What you could only just make out like a mirage is much clearer now up close.
The crystal making up the tree’s… bark(?) is actually growing over the vines like a normal tree would for a strip of metal hacked into it, like it’s trying to consume that which threatens it. For a moment, you’re almost taken aback as a feeling of… being overwhelms you, compelling you to touch the crystal.
Your hands reaches out further, fingertips almost brushing upon the flawless surface of-
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”
The smell of fudge and cotton candy. The gale of summertime laughter. The bite of winter on your nose. The taste of ozone and ash.
“No telling what’ll happen touching such a pure concentration of chaos and harmony mixed together.”
You spin around. There is nothing there. Heart thumping in your chest, you feel something slither around you and a claw trail its way up your cheek.
“Over here, cutie.”
You release a manly shout of rage and spin around, tripping over your own feet and falling onto your butt.
Whatever it is that was on you quickly leaves it perch and glides into your field of vision. It's just as ridiculous and/or disturbing as everything else that's been shoved in your face since you woke up.
In front of you stands/hovers/twists a conglomeration of piecemeal animal parts. A eagle's claw, a goat's hoof, a bear paw, the wing of a bat and eagle; each one totally out of place to each other and yet seamlessly melded. The body structure is vaguely similar to the eastern dragons of yore, a long serpentine torso with slightly stubby limbs in proportion.
The... creature stays close and nearly parallel to the ground, yet somehow its front half is floating a good several inches of it, its front limbs making no effort to keep connected. Its equine muzzle is shorter than the average horse's, more streamlined like a lizard but there are enough definite soft curves to its face that you can't help but see it as feminine. Two mismatched horns poke out from its short, messy hair, a deliberate difference to its mane's almost pastel collection of early morning, rainbowish colors. There are even random sparkles that look like stars sewn throughout its mane as well as the fluffy tuft at the end of its tail.
Okay, yeah, this thing is definitely female. Nothing could look this girly unintentionally. Or it could just be extremely poisonous and the colors are a warning to dumb-dumbs that come across it.
...please be the former.
The most worrisome matter is its (her?) eyes. A sickening yet alluring combination of bright yellow and dark red, they glint with obvious intelligence, almost as if laughing at some personal joke. Possibly at your expense. Is this the owner of the voice? You were too shocked to really listen at first, but you think it may have been a female talking to you.
The chimera examines you, eyes searching for something. Apparently they find what they seek, because the chimera's mouth curls up, single snaggletooth perking up.
Swallowing back the lump in your front, you open your mouth and...
"Oh, good, you’ve finally woken up!" That is clearly a girl's voice, and the most excitable, energy-filled, and bubbly one you've ever heard (you think). She grins at your gobsmacked expression. "I was wondering when you would. Allow me to introduce myself. The name’s Eris, goddess of chaos and harmony! How you do?"
...all right, let's see. You woke up at the bottom of a lake with no memory, were accosted by vines that had clearly watched too many adult cartoons, came across a sight that spit in the face of biology as you know it, and now... now, you're talking to a very girly, very peppy chimera that just introduced herself as a goddess.
Clearly, this is only going to get worse and/or stupider.
So... what do you do?
Author's Note
There's the first 'official' chapter. Hopefully it's interesting enough. So yeah, first chance for reader comments to determine how the story goes. Depending on how things go, the rating may go up to teen but I want to try and keep it PG as possible. And I mean the OG PG, when that rating actually meant something! Don't believe me? Look at Watership Down, Rats of Nimh, Return to Oz - all PG movies but some of the darker films I've ever seen.
In any case, I'm looking forward to what you readers suggest. Till next time; criticism appreciated!
