I gasped life-giving air to my lungs. “Where am I?” I croaked. “Why do I sound so weird?”I looked around, my vision suddenly swayed. “What the…” My vision was constantly swinging. I reached up with a foot and found that my eyes were on stalks! “What happened!?” I yelled. “Where’s my house!?”. “I need to get out of here”
I started towards the edge of the white. I heard an unearthly shriek. I looked up, steadying my wavering vision. A giant pale face looked down, the eyes as large as my legs. It was yelling something over and over again. I knew I should understand it as it was English but I could not. I used to understand as a human, but that was before the accident…
It tried to swat me off the page like an insignificant bug, but I jumped with unnatural power across the white all the way to the brown! I looked at my new surroundings.
“Hey, this is a desk! I’m in a classroom!” I said with delight. I jumped again, this time jumping farther than before and getting to the edge of the desk.
“Wait a second…The white must be paper!” I yelled. “Wait…” I said, suspicious. “I awoke on that paper and I remember nothing in between my last life and this. So that human must have created me,” I said with growing horror. I looked at my body, seeing nothing different other than six legs and the fact I was made of ink and looked back.I did a double take, and screamed. My body was black and looked like a river was constantly flowing over it, distorting it horribly.
“I have six legs!” I screamed. “I’m a bug!” I started whimpering, “How could this happen?” I moaned. “Help me!” I yelled at the human desperately. It looked like the human was holding a net wrapped around a stick. A dim memory surfaced, already fading into nothing. I grasped it, and it flooded into my consciousness. The net was a fly swatter!
“No!” I shrieked. I hurled myself off the desk, and into open space. I squeezed my eyes shut, not wanting to see my death
I landed, feeling no shock at all! I scuttled into the safety of a huge black cart. The silly humans looked about in confusion, not understanding what just happened. “Stupid, stupid humans!” I hissed. “Always trying to destroy something new!” I hid in fear, hoping against hope that the humans wouldn’t find me. I jerked back, surprised. I was already thinking about humans as if I wasn’t one! “But I’m not a human…” I whispered, depressed.
The day went on and eventually the humans left. “I’m free!” I crowed jubilantly
“I can do anything!” I then proceeded to strut about the classroom, exploring. I poked my eyes underneath cracks and leaped atop desks. “This is better than being a human!” I said with surprise.
Then I saw them… rows upon rows of the sheets, all with fellow beings trapped inside!
“I’ll free you” I yelled jumping to the first one. I attached my handy six legs to the corners of the sheet and pulled. I pulled with all my massive strength and the cover exploded off.
The monster shook itself and stood up. Its massive bulk loomed before me. “You’re massive” I said in awe.
“Hell, yeah I am,” it said in a gravely voice.
“You can talk!” I said in surprise.
“Yes, I can” the monster said, bemused.
“But you’re a monster!” I protested.
“Unless something else happens right now to change it, you are too” the monster said.
I sat down, utterly defeated. “I forgot” I said lamely. “I used to be a human you know,
“I used to be a human too, I was a farmer!” The monster said proudly “Oh yeah, my name’s John,” he said as an afterthought.
“Hmmm…” I murmured, troubled. “Some thing’s going on here”
“There sure is something fishy ‘bout this” John said. I jumped up to the window in the corner of the classroom, I saw cars zooming by.
“We’ve got to get out of here” I said…
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