Someone Who Slept Through Reality's Collapse

The last thing you remember is having a no-sleep contest with your friends. You konked out early, but made it far enough to need a full 24 hours of sleep. With your inability to percieve things, the reality undoings had minimal effects on you. When the world could no longer exist, you even survived purely because you had no reason to believe that could happen. Floating in dimensions you could barely imagine, you were picked up by Supreme Law and put into witness protection.

You didn't know any of this, of course. All you know was that you passed out from a contest with your friends, and now you were in a white room. You were sitting down, but couldn't feel a chair beneath you. As soon as you began questioning what you were sitting on, you were sitting on nothing and fell to the floor. Likewise, as soon as you weren't sure there was an actual floor, you began falling in a void. You felt like you were rotating as you fell, but without anything for you to anchor your perception you might as well have fallen in place.

Suddenly, a wooden marionette phased in and created a interrogation cell/therapist office. The two of you were looking at each other across a high, metal table, while at the same sitting on sofas and among bookshelves.

"Good awakening, universe-less person," said a voice from above the marionette. You looked up to see its strings peeter off into nothingness.

"Hey, my eyes are down here," said the voice in monotone, now with googly eyes on its head. A laugh track with copies of the voice plays from nowhere in particular. The marionette/voice waits for you to respond, but you were too hungover to think of something nice or appropriate.

"Alright, let us get straight to business," said the marionette, briefly pulling out a briefcase from nowhete before letting the prop fade away. "Due to a rogue 11th-dimensional being, your universe was broken into pieces. We have apprehended the criminal, and we severely apologize for not getting to your foundations of existence in time."

You couldn't tell what was going on, but it sounded like something bad happened. Really bad. Horrible. Despairful. You were tearing up and starting to huff for air. Suddenly, you felt yourself bloat up with a full womb.

The marionette stepped/glided towards you, and began rubbing your surprise pregnancy. "There there, it will be alright. Shoosh shoosh, don't cry."

For some reason, this was working. Your tears dried up, and you felt loved and cared for. Just as sudden as the pregnancy, you gave birth to yourself. You were shot out of whatever genitalium you had, before getting reeled back in with the umbilical cord. The marionette picked up the Birthed You, whom perfectly identical to the Parent You, copied your every movement and thought. It cradled you against its round, carved chest, which kept you calm against everything that just happened.

"We need you," it said, booping you with a semi-sphere, "to help us stitch your universe back together. It is likely to take longer than your natural life, so we will checkpoint at the time coordinate we start from, and send you back once repairs are completed."

You were becoming more awake, yet still had fuck-all of an idea of what's happening. You rubbed your head, but in doing so used an expression meaning "thoughtful agreement" to the puppeteer.

"Excelente," the marionette said, before clapping its "hands" together. Once it realized you were staring at it, it bounced itself like a parent jingling its car keys. Both the Sofa You and Floor You chuckled at the surreal display in front of you. Soon, it stopped moving and allowed a sparkly glass-pane to fall on the table.

"We believe this piece is the life you had before and during the crime. It is sure to be broken and illogical, but with your contributions it is best to start somewhere."