My eyes blinked open, and my vision blurry. Green and blue slowly solidified into grass and sky. Where am I? Who am i? I should know these things, what's wrong with me!? I glance around, taking in the grassy green hills. Grass and sky. Nothing else. I take a shaky step, ignoring the pain that shot up my leg. I have to get up this hill. Once I do, I’ll be able to find the exit. Staggering to the top, grass brushing against my legs, I look around. Nothing. Grass and sky. I facepalm, not sure why I was expecting a way out, even on the lower ground I could tell it was endless. It’s hopeless. What did I do to deserve this? The jolt of pain woke me up from my thoughts, realizing I had been digging my claws in my fac- Wait. Claws? I can’t remember anything about my past, but i definitely didn’t have claws, that's just.. Not normal. This place is strange. I don’t like it. It’s somehow changed how I look, if that's ever possible. This can’t be happening.. My heartrate speeds up as panic sets in. I tear at the grass ripping out clump after clump. Theres... More grass. It regrows in an instant. I feel like a nimrod. What good will it do panicking if there's not even anything I can do about it? First things first: where am I? I focus on this question, pushing my panic away. Am I in heaven? What i heaven? I don’t know. I would guess a city, but this barren place is nothing like civilization. I push myself back up, standing nervously. That shape, I swear I saw it. It flickers into view, a black doorway in the middle of this.. Place. I have to go inside, don’t I?
I felt like writing this, no guarantees I'll continue it. Title ideas? https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1272758939/ I'm thinking "The Overnight" Nimrod hhahahah i love that word
