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“Uuuh, hi.” That’s the most you can muster right now. You know you can’t think, but also can’t respond to what’s going on. It’s like watching through a screen, unable to comprehend. Feels too meta.
Brain damage. That’s the answer. Has to be. A strange feeling that you’ve accepted your mind is fucked up, but happy to know the answer. Feels like you have a better grip on things. “Yes, but I may have sustained some sort of brain damage. Please excuse the look on my face. You see, from my perspective, you look like a tiny talking purple horse.”
The white one with a pink mane and the purple one look at each other. They return their gazes at you. “I am a tiny talking purple horse…” She then props herself on the bed. “Don’t you know what we are? I’ve looked over all my books, but I couldn’t find anything that describes what you are… Do you know where you are right now?”
“Yes,” you respond, “I’m in a mental institution, and you are illusions of my broken psyche. Hello, hallucination of mine. How are you doing? Because right now I feel pretty lost. But at least I know I’m safe… I hope I’m safe… Don’t know why I still feel pain. You’d think I wouldn’t hurt if I’m going to create a fantasy.”
A look of bewilderment comes across your new-found imaginary friend… at least you hope it’s friendly… sure would be nice to have a reference point here. “No, you shouldn’t be under the influence of those pop-eyed poppies berries you ate. As far as I know, you don’t come from Equestria, so I’m assuming you don’t know what they are. A plant in the Everfree Forest that lures prey and devours it. Almost got your arm too. After you came to Ponyville, it’s effects were prominent enough to turn you into a stupor… don’t know what you were thinking, you even tried to drink a shampoo bottle… You collapsed and the guards brought you here for examination.”
That spear sure looks menacing. Try as you might, looks like you can’t shoot lasers out of your eyes. Shitty broken reality you’ve made for yourself. “Hey, am I a prisoner? Please don’t hurt me.”
Twi-something or whatever her name is, says “We don’t know if you’re dangerous. Had to take safe preconditions. So, are you dangerous? What are you? Do you have a name? Where are you from?”
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Brain damage. That’s the answer. Has to be. A strange feeling that you’ve accepted your mind is fucked up, but happy to know the answer. Feels like you have a better grip on things. “Yes, but I may have sustained some sort of brain damage. Please excuse the look on my face. You see, from my perspective, you look like a tiny talking purple horse.”
The white one with a pink mane and the purple one look at each other. They return their gazes at you. “I am a tiny talking purple horse…” She then props herself on the bed. “Don’t you know what we are? I’ve looked over all my books, but I couldn’t find anything that describes what you are… Do you know where you are right now?”
“Yes,” you respond, “I’m in a mental institution, and you are illusions of my broken psyche. Hello, hallucination of mine. How are you doing? Because right now I feel pretty lost. But at least I know I’m safe… I hope I’m safe… Don’t know why I still feel pain. You’d think I wouldn’t hurt if I’m going to create a fantasy.”
A look of bewilderment comes across your new-found imaginary friend… at least you hope it’s friendly… sure would be nice to have a reference point here. “No, you shouldn’t be under the influence of those pop-eyed poppies berries you ate. As far as I know, you don’t come from Equestria, so I’m assuming you don’t know what they are. A plant in the Everfree Forest that lures prey and devours it. Almost got your arm too. After you came to Ponyville, it’s effects were prominent enough to turn you into a stupor… don’t know what you were thinking, you even tried to drink a shampoo bottle… You collapsed and the guards brought you here for examination.”
That spear sure looks menacing. Try as you might, looks like you can’t shoot lasers out of your eyes. Shitty broken reality you’ve made for yourself. “Hey, am I a prisoner? Please don’t hurt me.”
Twi-something or whatever her name is, says “We don’t know if you’re dangerous. Had to take safe preconditions. So, are you dangerous? What are you? Do you have a name? Where are you from?”
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I’ll probably wont do that for this cyoa/comic. But I’ll keep that in mind for future ones.