Quite similar to the falling through a night sky aesthetic, I was spiraling headfirst when I logged into Kap's account.

But this time it didn't feel like a sky, more like a cylinder of sorts. Rectangular pieces disconnected from the sky and fell with me like puzzle pieces from a board in the hands of a disgruntled child. This left the revelation of a pink gooey substance on the otherside of the façade that was this virtual world. As I approached the ground, the air around became warmer, then hot, then unbearably hot.

I landed somewhat safely(stumbling into a run then finishing my way on all fours). The heat may have been unbearable but the scene before me made that a peripheral issue.

It was the chatroom, but instead of the plain white carbon it was a rotting gangrene colour. The smell emanating from it reminded me of the time my brother forgot a dish of scrambled eggs mixed with onions and tomatoes in the oven drawer for 3 months.

In order to battle the odor and the heat, I removed my jacket and tied it around my waist. I removed my shirt and used it as a makeshift mask.

It happened so quickly that I wasn't sure. But in my periphery, I caught sight of a winged man flying in one spot. When I directed my full attention towards him, he was nowhere to be seen.

The closer I got to the room, the more I realized that it was breathing. Not breathing as such, but throbbing like giant rotten room shaped heart. At the bottom, from the walls were thick veiny roots piercing the black sand. I heard a whistling from above. I looked up and noticed that it was a piece of the sky speeding towards me. I didn't know if you could die in the simulation but I didn't want to find out so I pushed my way through the door.

Thick meaty pieces peeled off the walls and oozed a thick white liquid. It take alot to force my gag reflex to remain docile.

Before me, sprawled out on the floor, was Kaprice. I rushed to her and held her in my arms. My first thought was that she was dead, but when her lids twitched I was assured that she was simply unconscious. Her skin was damp and clamy like that of a spoiled chicken. Also, her breathing was very shallow.

She opened her eyes and looked at me. But the rest of her person remained limp. She mouthed my name as if she was on mute. I said her's, I didn't know if it came off as mouthing to her but her weak smile said she understood.

"Where are you Kap?" I asked

She looked past me. My eyes started watering from more than the odor as I asked her several more times to tell me where she was. She looked at me again, then looked past me again. I followed her line of sight...

Embedded in the fleshy green wall was bronze plate that read:

"THIS TOOL SHED WAS DONATED TO THE HARARE MUNICIPLULATIES MAPLE LEAF PARK BY SANDER JOHNSON ON THE 25TH OF SEPTEMBER 1985"

Suddenly, the simulated world sped away from me, stretching, whirling and morphing into Kap's room.

I was on the floor, Kap's brother was standing above me with an empty bucket of water. Only then did it register to me that I was drenched in more than sweat.

"You were sweating, and mumbling something..."

I leapt onto my feet and bulldozed my way past him.

NOTE FROM AUTHOR:
THANK YOU SO MUCH DEAR READER FOR STICKING AROUND. PLEASE VOTE AND LEAVE ANY CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM IF POSSIBLE.

-EMOLYON