Story by @justjesii and The Street Bear D.🐼 📸By The Street Bear D.
A mission to __CLASSIFIED__
It started off as a mission for adventure but what’s discovered is even scarier and deeper than imagined, our existence.
The task was easy, dip out with our friend in the space shuttle and explore the mystic rings of __CLASSIFIED__. Simple enough, no.
That’s when it happened. Suddenly, our gravitational pull was sucked in by something dark.
Jolting though what could only be described as an abyss of nothing, the shuttle began to combust.
A loud boom and the next thing I know I’m crawling from the grasps of nothing I could ever explain. The tentacles squishing me through the pipes into the light. I squished my way out and as I did something felt different. I no longer understood who I was, or what I had been doing. A new feeling had grown inside of me, a new purpose, I just had to discover it. I had been here before, I thought, as I looked around. I began hearing noises, as I turned to see, I noticed the pipes appeared to be spitting something else out? There were more like me. As they emerged from the pipes I sensed I’d known them somehow but nothing I could piece together. They looked so familiar but something was off. Something very weird had happened inside of me, and from the looks of it everyone else as well. Things were going blurry from time to time, I felt a certain twinge in my stomach... was it just the effects of where wed come from? No, it seemed much worse, I can’t explain it, but something was horribly wrong. Had I been drugged? Abducted? Infected? Now I felt sicker...
We all seemed to have a connection though, the same realization and fear in their expressions, but none of us spoke. I felt as if I couldn’t speak, they were probably feeling the same. How did we all get here? Where did we all come from? What brought us here, (wherever here is) what had they done to us, and why.
Off in the distance a low rumbling and booming, we set off.