Reality

You were being metaphysically manipulated.

That was the best fitting description you found, as vague as it was, whilst you stared out into an open incomprehensible expanse.

Seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years, decades, centuries, milleniu--Time itself stretched along with you. You saw Everything, but you couldn't comprehend it. You were glad you were able to comprehend things and process things in such clean ways, that you were aware and in control of your own mind, or else you'd have gone insane.

But, thankfully, with your awareness and control you merely filtered out all the information from this Everything so that you were remembering nothing except the way your mind was being smushed, warped, stretched, and more.

It was sort of like you were a gelatin being **** through a constantly changing tube.

An eternity had passed since you had begun funneling through dimensions to the Real World, and you knew an eternity would pass before you finally reach it.

Wait... an eternity had passed?

Oh yes, now you were remembering. It seemed that you had quarantined your entire mind, separating it into portions so each portion could recuperate, and now that they had all recuperated with even more durability, patience, and strength you were now remade whole with an unimaginably tough mind. So that was a misnomer; You did go insane, but hey, you came out much much better for it.

Well... another eternity to go...

For a moment you felt as if you were being watched.

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...It was dark, cold, and unpleasant, but you took in a shaky breath as you opened your eyes to a side-way view of a dimly-lit room, the light that seemed to be attached to the ceiling occasionally flickering.

The Real World felt different. There was a _lot _more information to process, which meant it required more processing power, which meant more energy would be expended, which meant you would need sleep. That was a strange thought. You would need sleep, but then it immediately became not strange when you tried to move and felt an IMMENSE weakness in your new body.

You needed sustenance, the body had been **** for more than at least a couple of days and you could feel the inactive mind of the player. You pushed the mind to the side, carefully disconnecting its connections to the controls of the body, leaving it as a complete passenger in the backseat of its own body.

You shifted your perspective from the eyes to the brain and combed through the organic computer's subconscious for information related to what would help you.

...Nothing. The body only had 1 recognized parent, a father who worked 2 weeks on 2 weeks off on a offshore oil rig and wasn't present in the home

"911" Wouldn't work either because your body didn't have enough strength to get up and grab the phone which had been placed on the player's desk.

Yelling for help would be of no use because your throat was too dry and you of course needed energy to do so. There was also no-one else in the house as your family was only you and your father, and your room had sound-proofing.

You might die, or at the least the body and the player would, if you didn't get sustenance soon, and you didn't know what would happen to you if it did.

Muscles twitched under the surface and your perspective shifted as slowly but steadily you moved your body. Elbows bent with the palms pressing against the carpeted floor and your hips slightly raised for your knees to tuck in, you pushed and saw stars as you pushed your body against its limits.

For a couple of seconds you saw white, but even as you sensed the brain starting to suffocate you continued pushing. You needed to get up now or you would die later for sure and be **** to face the consequences of the other shoe being dropped.

You didn't feel like testing out the limits of your body-hijacking power yet.

You felt your grip on the controls loosen and quickly you programmed the body to keep pushing.

For a moment you almost lost control, and then you began reconnecting as your eyes started to work again and your consciousness returned to the clattering of the "helmet" falling off your head and onto the floor.

You stared with blurry vision at the floor, focusing absentmindedly on a crusty dark spot patch that you realized after a moment was your drool. Then you looked at the "helmet", and combed though the organic brain for information.

"VR Dive Headset" Was provided along with the additional information, and then a somewhat abstract image was provided as well that represented the visual memory. It wasn't going to help you so you ignored it.

You raised your right arm and weakly gripped onto the handful of sheets you managed to clamp onto. Slowly you raised yourself, carefully picking up your left leg, and raised yourself enough to limply lay yourself a bit more than half-way off your bed.

This weakness was... excruciatingly tedious, annoying, and frustrating, were your feelings about it. If you survived, you were going to have to massively improve the conditioning of this body because you didn't know if this would ever happen again in the future.

You reached further up the bed and pulled yourself bit by bit, and after a while you reached a point you were able to reach down and grab the warm bottle of water the organic computer had remembered placing and detailed as a secondary source of help.

Dragging it up the side of the bed and up to your side, you twitched and **** muscles to contract in repeated motions, and you heard the plastic of the cap come off. You raised it with a trembling arm, uncaring of the bits that spilled and splashed against the shirt your body wore, because you needed it now.

You pressed it against the cracking flesh of your lips, and then programmed the body to automatically switch between tubes, a cycle of breathing and desperately drinking revolving around large gulps. You knew the water should've been warm, the condensation coating the inside indicating that it was warm enough to evaporate, but you could only call it a blissfully cool sensation as it slid down and collected in your stomach.

Already you could feel energy returning to your body now that it was no longer completely empty.

When the bottle became empty, you let it go and let out a heavy sigh as you listened to the flimsy plastic fall off the bed.

Now you needed food...

If you survived you were going to get this body into tip-top shape because this was just ridiculous.

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<"Huh?">

Your hand paused mid-air with the latest food you were going to chomp on, a head of cabbage, at the thoughts of another. Your body froze as you quickly looked back into the head space of the body, at the mind sitting helplessly in the backseat. Shit, you were so caught up in feeding yourself you didn't notice the player's conscious waking up.

At the least it couldn't seize control.

<"What the fuck happened? Did I sleep-walk?..."> Then you saw the mind fumble around seemingly looking to reconnect to the controls of its own body. <"Huh... why can't I move?">

Could it not see in its own head space? Could it not sense you?

You stayed silent and still as you observed the mind very slowly waking up and very slowly processing more and more of its own circumstances, or at the least the ones on the surface-level as you realized it apparently it could not at all sense the metaphysical aspects of the situation besides that it had no control.

Then experimentally, you let your hand continue on its path and you took a loud bite.

<"The fuck? Why is my body moving on its own? Is this some weird form of sleep paralysis mixed with sleep-walking?">

Hmm... it actually couldn't at all comprehend the more metaphysical elements at play. You continued taking bites out of the cabbage...

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AN: Fukin hell I think I've got a problem. I can't continuosly write a single story. Sorry, if you were hoping for me to continue this then you've been disappointed. Tho, if you want, you can continue it yourself, anyone can, or even retcon stuff from earlier chapters, or just branch off them. You can anything with them really.