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.