//------------------------------// // Wake up. Time to play again. // Story: Wake up. See this. What do? - Part 2: Raise the Flag (comment driven story) // by RazortheAwesome //------------------------------// Perspective Shift: Jason Morgan You opened your eyes to see.... green. Your vision was blurry as all hell, but you could tell it was green. Green like the grass.... grass in a long open field stretching out for miles, with nothing but the fresh air and wind in your face... So peaceful. You blink a few times to clear your vision, so hopefully you can that the sky above is...... there is no sky. There's just green. Suddenly, your eyes shoot open as you realize just where in the hell you are. You sit up as quickly as you can, but as you do, a sudden pain shoots through your right shoulder. Instinctively, you grab your shoulder with your left hand, only look at it and notice that your shoulder is covered in bandages, as is most of right arm. You can swear you felt yourself stop functioning for a second as you noticed that. With that image burned into your eyes, you can't help but look down at the rest of yourself. You're in a hospital bed, and the rest of you is covered in a lot of bandages as well. There's bandages around your ribs, you can feel some on your back, and if you removed the blanket, you'd probably notice some on your legs as well. In fact, you know you are there cause you can feel them too. Your left arm however, didn't have any bandages on it, save for a few minor ones on your upper and forearm, but that was it. The only thing that keeps you from passing back out into the bed is the searing pain that's running through your shoulder, you almost have to bite your tongue to keep yourself from screaming. Your eyes dart from your shoulder again, to the bed, to the rest of you, and then to your right, where you see the window. Outside it's night. You can't really tell what time it is, and there isn't a clock in the room to tell you for sure, but you're guessing that it's late. Probably around three or four in the morning. Before your mind can drift any further onto that subject, the searing pain in your shoulder brings your mind out of it as you grab it again and look down towards the bed again as you close your eyes and groan loudly in pain. All kind's of questions run through your mind, namely, how the hell did you end up here? What happened? The moment you mentally ask that question though, your eyes snap back open as the events of the previous day play all over again in your head. Going with Applejack's little sister and her friends to cut down a tree, the clown... pony... no, no that wasn't a pony. The clown thing, it nearly killed you. It would have killed you if not for the hind, the hind and.... your great grandfather. Your great grandfather saved your life, and you saved in turn when you spoke the words and knocked the clown thing back when it showed it's true form... You knocked it back... you spoke Latin... and you knocked it back... Was that insane son of a b*tch on the boat right? "You shouldn't move around so much," you heard a voice you didn't recognize at all say to you. You look directly ahead of you towards the door. Given the situation, you expect to see a doctor, but instead, what you see is so impossible that every cell that you have in your brain is fighting it's existence. You can't move, you can't even blink. Leaning against the wall to the right of where the door is, is another human. He wasn't much older than you, in fact, he might have been the same age. He had shoulder length, slightly messed up brown hair, and wore an anarchy t-shirt where the "A" was on fire and green cargo pants that had chains hanging on both sides as well as a pair of black tennis shoes. Your eyes, your brain, and even your pancreas kept fighting to deny his presence right in front of you, but he was there, he wasn't going away, and he wasn't looking away from you. Still, he couldn't be there. There weren't any other humans in Equestria, they're all gone. Celestia told you herself. There aren't any humans except for you, and.... your... great grandfather.... and.... Slowly, you reach out your left hand towards him. You're about to say something when he holds up a hand to stop you. "Don't talk, you've taken quite a beating," he said as he got up off the wall and started walking towards you. "Just lay back and relax. I'll make the pain go away." You want to say something, you want to respond, but you can't bring yourself to say anything, you don't even move. Suddenly, as if it was never even there, the pain in your arm suddenly goes away. For whatever reason, and you can't explain for the life of you why, you feel your body go limp as you fall back against your pillow. The other human walks right up to right as this happens. You reach up for him with your left hand, but he just pushes it back down. "Easy, easy," he says, with a smile. "You just went two and a half rounds with a ponified Pennywise the Clown. You're gonna need to take it easy for a bit. Not that many mortals outside of Gary Stu's can walk away from a fight like that." You're not sure why, you have no idea who this person is, but hearing his works makes you feel a little bit better. "Yeah, I have that effect." He says, wait, did he just read your thoughts? How, you want to ask but "In a way, I sort of am reading your thoughts. I put your thoughts onto the page." He suddenly says. You want to act on that, you want to say something and question him on how he's able to do that, but you can't, honest to god, think of anything to say. The only thing you can do now is just lay against your bed. You've honestly never felt more relaxed. Still, who is this person? Why is he here? How- "I know you want to ask me who I am," he says before you can finish with that thought. "Who I am isn't really important. Just know that I'm looking out for you." He says as he pulls back away from you and stands up straight. "As for why I'm here. Well, honestly, it's cause things are going to get a lot more difficult for you from here on out. Trust me, what you've gone through so far isn't going to amount to dust compared to what's coming." You know you should be worried about that, but for whatever reason, you aren't. "You see," he says as he takes a step away from the bed and starts walking towards the front. "When I started this, it was honestly just in good fun. You know, write something, see what happens, maybe get a few laughs, and wouldn't you know it, things went pretty well. I never dreamed I'd get what I got for it." You really have no idea what he's talking about, but you can't help but listen. "Unfortunately," he says as he reaches the end of your bed and leans against it with his back facing you. "Something happened somewhere down the line. I let someone else in, I let him in cause I wanted his help, and I knew he'd be able to because he's just as good at what I do as I am, but because of him, this story has gone down a road I didn't think it would, and now the products of his imagination are out there planning to kill you in ways even I can't come up with. When we first started cooperating, we talked to each other all the time, we knew what each other was doing, but now he's acting on his own, and just recently, he's taken it upon himself to start helping his own creations directly. He's given then something they never should have been allowed to have. It was a rule. We never break the boundaries of the fourth wall, the space between us and what happens in here, while it is ours to mess with, there cannot be any direct interference, but now, he's broken that rule." He paused for a quick moment after that as he looks up towards the ceiling. "What he doesn't realize however, is that I am not above breaking the rules myself if it comes to that," he says as he turns back around to face you. The expression on his face seems rather pleasant. "I am looking out for your well being, believe me I am, but I'm just afraid that what he's doing is going to make my job a lot more difficult than it already is. I still can't help you directly, I can't be a part of the story that I'm writing, but I will show up when I need to if something goes wrong. You are the main character of this story Jason, there are a lot of people out there who want you to succeed, and I know that you will." You can't help but stare back at him. You don't say anything. You really have no idea what he is talking about at all, but for whatever reason, hearing it, just made you feel a little bit better, like you're talking to god. "Well, I guess that is pretty much what I am in the grand scheme of things," he says, as if finishing that thought for you. Yeah, this guy definitely can read your mind. "Well, I gotta get going," he says to you as he turns back around and starts walking towards the door. "When you wake up again, it'll be daytime and all your friends will be there, I hope you know what to do then, or at least, I hope the people reading this will know what to do then." Again, what is he going on about? "Oh, and you won't remember this conversation, so don't bother trying." Right as he reaches the door however, he stops right as he opens it and looks back at you. The light from the hallway is shining in. "Oh, by the way," he says, and then snaps his fingers. Suddenly, something clicks in your head. Character slot 1: Empty Character slot 2: Empty Character slot 3: Empty Special Ability: Morgan Bloodline "For your trouble," he says as he walks out the door and closes it behind him. You just keep your eyes on the door for several moments, you wonder who that guy was, but then you slowly feel those thoughts drifting away from you as your eyelids get heavy, and you fall back... to... sleep.... -Some Time Later- You opened your eyes to see. Green. Then suddenly a bunch of other colors started to come into view. A slightly different shade of green, white, orange, blue, yellow, another white, and... pink. You can't see clearly at all, your vision is incredibly blurry. You feel like you've been out for two months. Suddenly you hear something. It sounds far away, like at the other end of a tunnel. You can't make out what it's saying at all, but then suddenly it comes closer. It comes closer as you blink to clear up your vision a little. "Is he gonna be okay? Is he gonna be okay? Is he gonna be okay?" you hear what you guess is the green one asking ad nauseam. She sounds worried as all hell. "Look, look! He's coming to!" You hear someone else shout, it's so much clearer now, it sounds like.... like... Applejack. That's when you close your eyes for a moment and open you again. You're in a hospital bed, and surrounding you are your friends Lyra, Bon Bon, Applejack, Rainbow Dash, Rarity, Fluttershy, Pinkie Pie, and even, to your spires, Spike, the dragon from Twilight's library. They all have incredibly worried looks on their faces. "Jason..." Lyra says as she leans in a bit closer. What do you do? (Now would be a good time to pick new characters to channel. Remember, switching out characters for character channeling requires multiple votes for the same person in the form of multiple comments suggesting this person or upvotes for the comment that suggested this person to take effect.) -Special- Thank you all so much for bearing with me and giving me time to get over everything that was happening in my life. Things have been getting better. You have all been very patient, and now I think it's about time that your patience has been rewarded. I have the best fans in the world. I know not a lot of people would have understood if someone had to take time off for inexplicable reasons, but you all did. Thank you. Thank you so much. Words cannot describe what I am feeling right now. Thank you. It's good to be back.