Anon tries to run away, flies instead...
Anon lays in his room, in silence, full of feelings of resignation. Being the sorry piece of shit that he is he couldn´t even graduate high school. By all means the fault was only his, and he knew it. He opted for enjoying his youth as he called it instead of siting in front of his notes and preparing for the finals.
With his resolve ruthlessly broken by reality he wouldn´t even try to make amends and piously study to take grasp of another chance, no, instead he looked for escapism. And what better way to do so than with drugs, his favorite pastime. First he tallied his stash, 6 grams of psilocybe cubensis from a dear friend, a couple buds of some dank weed, and sitting undisturbed for some time a few crystals of DMT he had left over from cleaning up the waste from an extraction commissioned by the aforementioned dear friend. Only thing he lamented was the lack of acid, it was tough to get nowadays or at least with his meager connections it was, being barely an adult.
With his stash spread before him, indecisive of what to take for quite some time… ´fuck it, if I don’t recover it´ll at least let me dodge the responsibility of fucking up´ he thought. First on the menu was the weed, not a big supply but certainly enough to stone him to where he couldn´t maintain a singular train of thought, his internal monologue dashing from topic to topic, unrelating to each other whatsoever. A good start. He wasted no time and scarfed down the mushrooms, all of them, set a timer for one hour, NO, 45 minutes, better safe than sorry, and layed back.
Enjoying the comfy bakedness and marveling at the walls slowly starting to breathe he almost had a heart attack, the source was apparent, he quickly shut of the alarm and with bendy movement made way to his desk for the final endeavor. He took to his glass meth pipe (I don´t know how else to call them, fuckin´ lightbulbs man), that has yet to see the substance it is named after, and contemplated where he left his scale. The contemplation was cut short by remembering he was going in all in tonight, safety and responsibility be damned. So he carefully scooped in all his precious DMT with his trusty metal spatula he stole from lab class, and unsure of the actual amount he lit that bitch up, being very careful not to heat it too harshly to prevent any and all potential wastage.
Lights out.
...or perhaps, on?
He was there in the waiting room, before he even took the pipe out of his mouth or had a chance to even stop inhaling, but he didn´t even realize the fact, much less be able to think about it.
And suddenly, without warning he was flying through the endless fractal tunnel, blast-of.
Break neck speeds, mind racing, incomprehensible beauty and unity, as he flew at to him incomprehensible speed through and even more incomprehensible scape consisting of forever repeating patterns and four dimensional geometry he marveled at it´s beauty, fractals, colors, a wall, wall? A WALL, HOLY SHIT.
He slammed in to a wall, a very strange wall, a dusty one, he didn´t slide off, almost as if feeling gravity pulling him in to the wall. The wall was slowly breathing, it´s gray color filled with mesmerizing patterns that danced, emanating hues of color he knew weren’t really there.
Be best queenie
Be bug queenie
Sitting in her throne room the proud Queen Chrysalis, queen of the unified hives, was enjoying a quiet evening of rest, an exceedingly rare opportunity. Not anymore, a strange bipedal creature clad in black on his hind legs, and with dark blue-emerald green flannel on his torso and forelegs, appeared out of thin air, near the 6 meters (slightly over three adult male humans, for the burger people) tall ceiling of the throne room, and without a sound, except for the still echoing thud, slammed in to the floor.
You were shocked, you wanted to address the strange being but no words came to mind, what only added to your states of bewilderment is that the creature didn´t seem to mind the fall, it simply didn´t react to it, instead opting to stare in to the very floor it landed on with intense interest and drool dripping from the mouth.
At last you gathered your thoughts and spoke to address the intruder…
Be drug ~~addict~~ ~~enthusiast~~ recreational user
Be ´Nonny
While you were enjoying the pretty pretty patterns you are quickly snapped out of your trance by a loud and firm voice.
“Creature, explain yourself, why do you intrude on my hive?”
You look up at the source and- ´WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT FUCK FUCK FUCK THIS IS WHY I STOPPED SMOKING THAT SHIT FUCKING JUNGLE JUICE FUCK FUCK FUCK- hold on, why am I capable of thinking like a human, that should have put me out of thinking like a mortal self for at least 10 hours, the visuals are barely there, am I sobering up? Where the fuck-´
“I command you explain yourself at once.”
Out of the newly asserted sense of urgency you muster the best you have got: “Hello? I… I uhh… You have very pretty eyes” FUCK FUCK FUCK, you were suspiciously conscious for what you ingested but you were, no mistake, still pretty fucked. You tried to mend your mistake, the strange bug unicorn seemingly still processing the sheer stupidity of your response. “Well, my name is A-”
You were cut of by the Queen which with a slight blush of which our little tard, that being you, anon, are blissfully ignorant, finally pushed aside her confusion at the ridiculous response and retorted:
“DO YOU MOCK ME? DO YOU WISH FOR THESE EYES TO BE THE LAST YOU´LL SEE BEFORE I SNUFF OUT YOUR PUTRID EXISTENCE!? I give you one last chance at redemption, if your answer is sufficient, I might consider sparing you.”
“I am sorry. My name is Anonymous, as for how I got here, I sincerely have no idea, I took a lot of drugs and flew into a wall- well the floor” The very same floor you now decide to get yourself of of and sit up on.
“What are you?”
“I am a human, what are you?”
“How dare you!? I am Queen Chrysalis, monarch reigning over the unified changeling hives”
You think to yourself ´have I fucked up?´ and ´Is this real? What the fuck is even talking to me?´
As the bug horse looks down at you with those pretty pretty emerald eyes, the whole room is breathing and showing pretty flowing, dancing patterns, but man those eyes, they´re almost glowing, drawing you in by their beauty… FUCK am I staring? What if she knows I am on shrooms, she can definitely tell, I mean she´s a queen, that´s almost like the police, fuck do the police know I use drugs? FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK- your panicked thoughts are cut short by her voice once again, as she looks down at you with scorn and great offense on her face she speaks:
“Are you sane, human? Cease your stare, Anonymous!”
after you snap out of it she continues questioning you
“So you claim to not know why you are here? Yet you seem suspiciously unfazed by your sudden mid air appearance… As much as I´d like to get offended at the prospect of such an obvious lie, you seem to be telling the truth. You´re feeling fear, anxiety, confusion…” ´love?´ she thinks to herself… what a puzzling creature…
Chrysalis can only think one thing ´this is going to be interesting´ finally deciding what to do with the strange being. She´s going to keep it, study it, if it isn´t entertaining it will at least prove useful as a means of sustenance, the traces of love she feels from it do seem quite filling, enough for a couple of changelings at least.
Author's Note
I am stoned, sleep deprived, and bored. This is the product, enjoy/be disgusted.
Fear and Loathing in Vesalipolis: a savage journey to the heart of the Changelingian dream
...This strange being, this human, was he alright? He certainly didn´t seem like that to you, staring at the walls, floor, your eyes, your legs, which he remarked to be ´pretty cool, with shifty holes´. He seemed quite deranged to you to be frank, although ever so slightly endearing. The way he sat on the floor in the same spot the ENTIRE conversation, simply looking up at you, struck you as another oddity in his behavior. You had nothing else to do so you decided there is no wrong in talking further.
"Anonymous" he twitched his head towards you from whatever he was staring at, and looked in to your eyes, while his own widened... Truly strange mannerisms this being has. You continue: "Where do you come from?"
He pondered, staring at the ceiling above you, before answering.
"It´s called Earth, that´s the planet. I come from the continent called Europe, the country I come from is the Czech republic... We don´t have a king or queen, most countries moved away from that... uuh monarchies yes, they´ve been replaced by politicians which are voted by citizens. The government comprised of politicians rules us yes, it´s corrupt."
You could swear that this being is getting more and more brain damaged with every question, well that is of no concern as long as you´re getting answers. But you should make sure he isn´t dying, the fun to be had would be quite short lived otherwise.
"Are you feeling well? you seem to be acting and speaking stranger with every exchanged dialogue."
His eyes start darting around the room and his brow gains a salty glaze, you can practically taste the anxiety he exudes and you´re not even actively trying to feast on his emotions. Finally he speaks.
"I am quite fine, my Queen, it´s uuuh... just hot in here yes"
He´s lying, you can taste that too, why would he though? Well it´s most likely nothing of great importance you think but suddenly, it clicks, he did mention taking copious amounts of drugs before appearing near your ceiling, so that´s where the strange behavior stems from... although you cannot fathom his refusal to admit so, with his casual mention of drug abuse earlier. Strange creature. You decide to not probe any further in this matter and you decide to have at least some fun as long as he´s still responding to you, you had a feeling that at this pace he wouldn´t be exactly capable of conversing much longer.
"My, my... ´My Queen´ you say..." you let out a slightly imposing yet friendly chuckle "Pledging your loyalty already, Anon, the human of Earth?"
His face goes blank, oh hell, this is going to be so much fun.
Chrysalis didn´t manage to get a whole lot of teasing and fucking with Anon in before he was too fucked to respond in a fun way, sadly.
It was 20 minutes in to the conversation when the shrooms began to take hold, although I had assumed that I was on the come down, the ride was only starting, I must have been transported here when the DMT was starting to wear off, not after the whole trip like I had assumed. Fuck me, where´s my attorney with the trip killers when I need him.
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The Queen stopped trying to talk to you, her eyes prettier and deeper than ever. Why was that? ´Did I make her mad?´ you thought. That simple thought then turning into panic, your eyes darted all over her, looking for an answer. You didn´t find one. Your train of though gave in to the anxiety and began to crumble in to sheer panic: ´Wait! Why does she have holes? HOLY SHIT! THEY´RE GETTING BIGGER! THERE´S MORE OF THEM! FUCK! Am I going to get holes?´ You inspect your hands and arms, you find no holes... ´thank fuck, no holes. WAIT! Why are my hairs moving? Oh no... HELL NO!´ you began to scream internally as you noticed your hairs slowly crawling into you and wiggling around in your skin, you could see it, you could feel it, you knew where they were heading. From the tips of your limbs all the way to your head.
MOVEMENT! You try to determine what is moving in the corner of your vision... ´wait, I can look... What if it sees I am looking?´ you think before being unable to control the impulse and look anyway... Your mind continues to race. ´Oh that´s right it´s the Queen with the pretty eyes, Queen Chrysalis. WAIT! Why is she going away? Where is she going? WAIT, DON´T LEAVE ME HERE!´ She sunk into her throne with a content sight, fixing her gaze on to you once again. The paranoid train of thought isn´t stopping ´Why did she sigh? Does she hate me? Why is she so far above me? Is she going to judge me? FUCK FUCK FUCK I AM GOING TO BE JUDGED!´ your eyes start darting around the throne room once again, looking for an escape, something to take solace in. They can´t find it.
You´ve been sitting down comfortably in your throne just as you were before he showed up for quite some time now, content in observing his drug fueled idiocy. ´How long has it been since he snapped and stopped responding?´ you wonder... ´couldn´t have been any longer than half an hour´ you come up with an answer. You´re growing slightly worried for your new... pet? subject? Yes, subject would be a good way to describe him, he did address you ´my Queen´ after all.
´Why was he just sitting there?´ is what you pondered. The damn creature, Anonymous, is extremely distraught, panicked, anxious, outright terrified, and yet, he just sits there, his eyes darting around the room and occasionally fixing on you. He´s getting worse. How long is he even going to be like this? ´Has the thought of moving simply failed to occur to him or is he stationary out of fear?´ you try to understand the human as he described himself, you try in vain. Finally you think ´Shouldn´t I help?´ indeed you should help your newest subject, show him that his queen is a benevolent one, one that cares for her subjects. But how do you help him? Magic away the inebriation? No, you don´t know what he has in him or even if it would work... Console him? How would you even begin, you´re not particularly well versed in such matters. Besides, you don´t even know how social relationships work in these creatures... He does seem to like your eyes...
With a sigh you get up from your comfortable seat and approach Anon, his gaze locking on to you the second you started to move. A couple of steps in front of him you stop, and lie on the ground, making yourself comfortable by folding your legs under you. You´re exactly eye level now. Perfect! He´s panicking a bit more, you decide to speak in an attempt to calm him.
"I know you´re scared" BIG MISTAKE, the disgusting taste of his fear permeates the room like never before. Quickly you try to mend your mistake. "Don´t worry, I am a nice queen. I don´t want to scare you." You talk to him like you would to a foal. It seems to work. You flash him a warm smile further reducing his state of panic. He´s staring in to your eyes again.
"You have very pretty eyes, so deep and green, I think I could drown in them if I was small enough to get in." He proclaims with a dumb smile.
´She´s nice, like a mother.´ you think... well she probably is, a queen ought to have a princess somewhere to take over someday. Fuck I am trailing of again, need to focus my thoughts... HEY! I can think now, the panic is gone. You´re glad you´re regaining some semblance of rationality. Am I coming down? Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck... How long has it been again? No idea, NO IDEA AT ALL. Wait... Why not ask?
"How long has it been?... Sorry, I forgot, forgive me, your highness, for being casual."
She let´s out a warm chuckle, she seems to really be friendly. Good!
"No need for your apologies, I can not fault you, you don´t seem to be feeling well after all. Now, let me see, It´s been just over half an hour since you started to get panicked, and that in itself started about twenty minutes after your sudden arrival. So you´ve been here, in my throne room, for approximately an hour"
"FUCK! At least five more hours before this shit calms down." you mutter under your breath, the Queen clearly hearing and raising an eyebrow at the statement. Now at regular volume you voice your gratitude: "Thank you, my Queen." A grin forming on her face upon hearing that.
You stare a bit, indulge your gaze in her eyes. Once again, they´re getting prettier, greener and deeper... aw fucking hell, It´s coming back up, the walls deepen their breathing, the patterns grow more complex and swirl and flow faster, more noticeably. Why does this always come in waves, I hate this, Acid is good, come up, peak, come down, not this shit. It´s foul, it always tricks me. Immortal little assholes ´you cannot kill me in any way that matters´ my ass, I hate this false sense of security.
With those being your last mostly coherent thoughts before you´re plunged right back into chaos without your consent for, for you, the foreseeable future, objectively, several dozen minutes. This roller coaster of, blasted off your balls one minute and mostly sober the next, was your favorite aspect of the drug... Unless the trip turned bad of course. Then it was sheer, unmasked fucking hell!
Author's Note
midway through vomiting words in to here i suddenly got a though, what would it look like if Raoul Duke/Hunter S. Thompson showed up in Equestria maybe with his dear friend and attorney... yea i got lost in thought pacing around my room for an hour, i can´t keep doing this shit i bet there´s some kind of disorder that this would be called.
