38 DIY 3 (1/2)

It is the due time to see how I will change, after affecting the everything responsible for the perception of this world. Starting with my eyes, I ripped out a single hair off of my arm and used it to poke a little wound into my eye. Slow and steady is a way to go if you want to reach your goal. The protective reflex of the eye was pretty annoying. But due to sheer willpower, I managed to perverse through this mildly infuriating reaction. I had to be careful not to go too deep otherwise I might end up hurting my optical nerf and I want to undergo this kind of development step by step and be able to stop while I still have control. I do not want a repetition of what happened to my legs.

The only downside was, that I could not see the progression of the wounds on my eye. In my vicinity is no object, that can reflect my vision. I doubt that the concept of a mirror has spread in this world. Chances are that they might have such things in their real world, but in a simulation like this, they might as well see it if they check their status.

That reminds me I have not checked my status for ages, because quite frankly everything that I currently am, is so far away from any logic or magic, that if I were to implode in this instance the system would have an easier job of classifying me. If even The Observer does not know what to make out of my existence, I doubt that a measly status can do the job then.

But I am always ready for surprises.

After yelling status several times nothing happened. My nonexistent hope was crushed. I swear if it only activates if you speak it in their language, I am gonna write a formal letter of complaint. Of course right after I kicked the ass of that one developer who was responsible for that waterfall. Never forgive never forget.

All I could use to determine the right time was the waining strength of transmitted pain of the eye. Which was a bit of a hassle, considering how absurd my current pain memory is. At first, I was only trying it out on my right eye, but as there was no negative side effect by now, I grew increasingly bold and started to wound the other eye while the first one was recuperating.

To accelerate the development I slowly increased the number of hairs and stuck more in more in my eyes. The pain became worse at first but after getting used to it, I decided to see what would happen if I let stick for some time. Would it still heal, or would everything around it heal while leaving the wounded spot unaffected? I mean what's the harm in doing so, the worst that could happen that I would end up recreating the Neversoft symbol. And if everything heals back, in the end, whats some pain then.

Suprise, surprise It did not end up with an eye on a stick, instead there was no resistance as I pulled out the stick. Afterwards, I just repeated the progress and poked the surrounding iris to see if it still had the same kind of response as it did before. It was just as responsive as it was before. With the last worry cleared, it is time to do it in the most efficient manner. Ripping out all hair, that I had on my hands, till my hand could not hold anymore.

The next step was easy to imagine, without any kind of concern, the whole stack was rammed into the right eye. Whoever thought that a cry of pain would follow suit, was quite wrong instead, there was only a squishy sound. After a certain time frame that sounds repeated over and over again.

So this is what a hedgehog must feel like. Any kind of logical reasoning would raise a loud protest upon hearing something so profoundly stupid. But that logical thinking went down the drain a long time ago. At least I keep telling myself that, otherwise I would not be able to sleep at night if there was any night or any point in time where I willingly went sleeping. But yeah its the thought that counts, I suppose.

But distracting myself seemed like the correct thing to do, so I let my brain spiral out of control.

I was just imagining the bloody chaos I could have caused, with an eye on a stick.

Summer camp, you sit with the love of your young life around the bonfire. While its dark, you do not want to miss any second with her. She leans on your shoulder, sharing an intimate moment with you. As you sit there staring with a deep feeling of satisfaction at the fire full of warmth, as you slowly roast marshmallows, life seems perfect, it was a moment that should last for all eternity. There is just another boy sitting in front of you, he also sits at the fire watching in satisfaction as he roasts his marshmallow. But as it turns out, it's not a marshmallow its an eye staring at you. Even a lifetime session of therapy would not help you over that kind of trauma.

Or even better you are a clown, in front of you are sitting hundreds of children, glaring at you in anticipation and you start to juggle with flaming eyes on a stick. I guarantee you, they will speak of that performance for a very long time.