(Depending on how many comments there will be, scroll until you find "READ THIS COMMENT BEFORE READING!" If you don't, that's on you. ) Intro: I want to be able to fit in here. This is a completely different planet, and I am the only one here. I can't remember my name. Just call me A. Compared to earth, this place is off. Very. Off. Nothing is the same as it is on earth, except for cruel fate among citizens. Nowhere is perfect. I hope that maybe I don't get called out for being human. Though...soon I will eventually have to meet SOME new people... 1-New It’s been over a year since I arrived at this place. I can call it my home at this point. I am just a normal human on a completely different planet who knows not a single soul. The only people I come in contact with are my clients. And they aren’t even human. I found myself a small, yet well-paying job selling artwork on the streets. I enjoy this job greatly. I get to show my art skill, and make people feel good based on how they look. I have a manager and everything. Before I continue, that manager currently has me looking for someone I could call my muse. But, then I simply go home to the small ark followed by a spacious, but cozy, cut-out room in the wall by the sewage. Luckily, I cannot smell anything due to the distance from my room to where the sewers are. I always make it in time before a giant eye comes to see if everyone is home. No one has ever figured out what happens when you aren’t home. The homeless, abandoned children or babies are excused. Things here are still as cruel as they are on earth. Recently, a mushroom grew on my head. I believe it is infecting my brain. Though it isn’t hurting me. It could just be getting me used to things here. I have seen others with different types of plants growing on them. Fortunately, it’s not contagious or anything. The only side effects I get are fleeting nosebleeds, tiny headaches, and something making me feel uneasy. A figment of something. A human, maybe? It can’t be. I am the only human here. If it isn’t that, what is it? It is driving me mad. It is there when I eat, when I sleep, everywhere. I strongly dislike this… thing. It disgusts me. But moving on, I have an odd life for being a human. Nonetheless, I do believe I am happier here. The only problem I have? I do not have any friends. I mean absolutely none. That must be obvious, correct? I live alone, only know my clients–I mean, I don’t even know their names most of the time. This is another day of an arm-tiring day of painting. I slide into my tiny ark just as the eye comes out to check on everyone. I plop down on my bed, letting out a soft huff. “Uff…” I sighed, rubbing my eyes. I glanced outside, the natural night sky of navy blue and white stars filling my vision. I blink softly and slowly, my body begging me to rest, but I feel sick. I have never felt this sick with the mushroom. Something is off. My vision blurs. I couldn't think straight. Blood began to drip from my nose non-stop. I tried to heave in some air, but I couldn’t. My stomach twisted, and I couldn’t move. Finally, my eyes close, and I pass out, my pain subsiding for just a little. I awoke in pure agony the next morning. In pure agony. I stand up, wobbling, before I finally balance myself. I stumbled out of my home as if I were drunk, making my way to the clinic. I didn’t even care about how I appeared. It would get me help quicker. My head was pounding. I almost fell through the door when I finally arrived. A doctor who was already in the waiting room caught me just before I dropped entirely to the ground. “Can you tell me what is wrong?” I look up at him, though it looks more like a glare. “My head hurts. I had a nosebleed that lasted for who knows how long. Oh, and I passed out. "I couldn’t move, either. And at the moment, I am unintentionally being rude to you.” The doctor chuckled, shaking his head. “Got it. It seems you have Hemostiffibleed. It is common in these types of mushroom infections. All you have to do is take these pills with water, and you can rock the day.” He hands me a bottle full of medication. From what I see, the pills are half blue and half yellowish green, with a brown mushroom on the blue side and four pink hearts on the green side. “This looks disgusting. Revolting, even. It looks like a child drew and said it was to cure Unicorn Sepsis,” I muttered. The doctor tilted his head. "Unicorn Sepsis? What is a unicorn or Sepsis?" he asked, sounding genuinely confused. I open my mouth to speak, but I stop myself. I need to be careful who I tell that I am a human. I thought. Should I tell him? No. Not until later. Or maybe even never. He seemed like he would freak out. He sounds nice though...NO! I will not tell him. "I don't know myself, sir. It's just something I made up off the top of my head." I hate lying, but in the situations I keep getting myself in, I have to. It's for the best, right?
I haven't told anyone. I believe it is the mushroom. I can always tell if someone would lose their mind. But, there are people that seemed like they wanted to know, yet I never told them either. Part of me feels guilty about that. But I can't go around saying: 'Hey everyone! I am the only human on this planet!' I would be targeted. Maybe killed? I don't want to know. "That is a silly thought, if I do say so myself," the doctor added. "Haha, yeah...it sure is alright." I tried my hardest not to tell my secret. To make sure I don't spill it, I swallow the pills with my own saliva. "Woah there, miss. You didn't need water? Most citizens always take them with a swig." "Nope," I said through a strained breath. "All good, doctor." Suddenly, I felt the pains go away at once. "This heals me instantly?" I asked, not having a prepared excuse for how I wasn't used to it. "Yes... Certain medicines here always act instantly. Why do you ask?" "I...uh...haven't had these issues before." That was the truth. I have only had minor nosebleeds and tiny headaches. I have never had problems moving or feeling like I would throw up all of my insides. "Ah, sorry. I have never had a patient that hasn't had these issues." "Well, at least I'm your first!" I let out a nervous laugh. Out of the blue, I realized he was still holding me. "Uhm...sir...? You are still holding me." The doctor looked down and dropped me. My body made a thud. "Okay! You did NOT need to drop me like that!" I hissed. But then I just started laughing. "Well. I am sorry. Now out with you, young lady." "Wow. Young lady? Okay, young man." The doctor scoffed, pushing me out of the clinic. "Come back when you need a refill, Reprobate." All I did was snicker and walk back home. Something dawned on me, and I grabbed my phone. I called my manager, beginning to beg for forgiveness for being late for work. "I am so sorry, ma'am! I had issues with my infection, and-" "Sweetie, it's fine. That's normal. Just when you come to the street, don't talk to me. I have your canvases and paint on the sidewalk. Everything is all fine and good." A relieved sigh leaves my lips. I told her goodbye, and hung up the phone. I make my way to work after changing my undershirt. I only have white undershirts and black ties with this black mafia suit vest. Then I have black shorts, fishnet tights, and formal, black shoes. But, it is comfortable. I make an appearance, immediately going over to the ground where I usually paint. I need to find my muse. Male or female. But how? I have social anxiety so really, they will have to come over to me. I am not going to talk to someone new. Nope. And if my muse asks if I am human, I have to say yes. I have to. That is someone who is giving me consent to paint them over and over and over. I know it may be confusing. I can't tell my doctor, but I can't tell a client? I am planning on not getting close to the doctor. Besides, he would freak out... I hope that this person accepts that I am a human... I need to pray. Just as long as they don't tell anyone, I will be fine. To warm up, I paint a few human world things. The citizens here don't know what they are--well, fingers-crossed they aren't a researcher of some kind. I drew flowers, cats, normal human eyes, regular mushrooms... I could go on forever. After about ten minutes, I hear a voice above me.
