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Slowly he opened his eyes; the world around him had decided it was time to wake up.
Everything was blurry, and his head seemed to want to alert him to the voices around him, even though he clearly needed to notice his little problem, which mattered far more than two unrecognizable voices.
However, he couldn't help but notice that his head felt rather heavy, unlike his body, which felt light.
Too light.
The voices became clearer as his vision became less and less blurry.
"You think they're dead?" one of them said, probably a rather sad girl judging by the tone.
"Nah, that would be their luck." The other replied, sounding confident and rather amused by the situation.
"Maybe it's a new NPC of Caine's?"
Caine? Who was this now?
Finally he stood up and could see his surroundings better.
First of all, he was clearly somewhere else entirely, judging by the overly colorful structures and the overly red marquee stretching over their heads.
Music that was too cheerful and childish played in his eardrums, while the bright light almost blinded him.
Then he decided to look at the voices around him, he found himself faced with a purple rabbit with a mischievous smile and a mass of red bows and ribbons with a sad white mask.
Where the hell had he gone?
Where was... Wait, where are they?
Yes, there was someone with him, but he couldn't remember their name or why they were with him before.
Now that he thought about it, what had happened before?
He remembered being in a field, but where and with whom?
He also remembered feeling a pang in his chest, as if someone had—
"Um, sorry, buddy, we're here."
The purple rabbit's voice pierced his thoughts, making him turn toward them.
"It's not nice not to say hello." He then added, narrowing his eyes.
"Jax, let them breathe. They're probably confused." The ribbon woman exclaimed instead, with that perpetually sad expression.
"Who the hell are you?" He finally found the strength to speak, and realized his voice sounded static.
"Some kind of low-budget cartoon?"
The unkind comment didn't bother them much, the rabbit (whose name was apparently Jax) started giggling.
"Well, then you need a mirror. At least we have a face." He replied, smiling as if to tease him.
He didn't understand what they were saying until he looked at his hands and saw that they were made of recording tapes, as were his feet.
He clearly remembered that he DIDN'T have hands like that, and his body was different, he didn't remember how different, but it wasn't like that.
"What?
These aren't my hands!"
He started touching his body and saw that it was also made of tapes, covered by a green Mayonnaise and a white shirt.
Suddenly, a small mirror was thrown (or rather, pushed) towards him.
"Here, you'll need it!" the rabbit invited.
He stared at it for a few seconds. Should he take it?
What else had changed about his body?
Not that he remembered what it looked like in every detail, but it was certainly more human than what it was now.
What the hell was going on? Why didn't those two seem weirded out by his appearance (not that they were any less weird)?
Why doesn't he remember anything from before, not even his name?!
What had happened to him?!?!
Finally, he decided to pick up the mirror; he had to see what else had changed, right?
He slowly grabbed it with his fingers (ribbons? Well, that) and slowly brought it closer to his face, at eye level.
Meanwhile, not far away~
Pomni was in the room with Zooble; no adventures were planned, so she'd decided to spend time with them.
They were currently playing cards, when at a certain moment, she slowly lowered hers, because of a thought.
"It's pretty quiet today," she commented, waiting for a response from them.
"Yeah... Jax must be up to something..." They added, showing little sympathy for the rabbit.
"Should we go check?"
"Mhm, maybe.
But I think—"
A bloodcurdling scream startled them all of a sudden, causing the cards to fall from their hands.
When silence returned, the two exchanged a rather surprised look.
"...Okay, maybe we should go check it out." Pomni concluded, finally deciding to get up.