Doorways ------ I

You wake from a deep, dreamless sleep. You are alone, curled up in a field of what feels like strings of stiff, upright yarn. You think on how you got here, and instantly a cold chill runs up your spine. Best not to right now, it can put you in the midst of a panic attack if you become stuck on it. You are not cold, but realize again that you are naked! Immediately after realizing that, you notice the yarn-like grass curling around most of your body, and it startles you, causing you to scramble to your feet. It is too dark to really see any detail of your body, and almost by pure instinct you try to run your fingers through your hair, only to find that you are completely bald! In fact, upon further explorations, you find that there is not a single hair on your body. As you stand there feeling yourself up, you feel the yarn-grass curl around your feet, so you shuffle them and are released without any noticeable resistance or pain. Your fear of this alien ground eases as you find it isn't harming you in any way, giving you the confidence to focus on yourself again.

You think about who you are, avoiding thoughts about the journey here because the shock of it is still fresh, and your name simply escapes you.


[WHAT IS YOUR NAME?]

>>943648
Mikael Kings

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After some standing in the dark, thinking of your name, you remember that it is Mikael Kings. All you have on you is your physical body, and your sense of self, and even that is shaky right now.

SURROUNDINGS: --- 'Entry Point'
You are standing in a field of what you will call 'yarn-grass'. It is very short, only about the height of your ankles, and already the yarn-grass surrounding your feet has curled up against them. You can't see much detail in this darkness, but the landscape is illuminated by a large, full moon. There is what looks to be a road a mile in front of you. You don't feel confident in labeling the cardinal directions for now. This road leads to foot hills, and beyond that, how far you cannot tell, large mountains. Looking to your left the yarn-grass field extends outwards beyond your vision, and to your right it follows the road to the foot hills. Looking behind you, there is what looks like a forest but again due to it being night you can't tell for sure, all you see consists of short spires with branches and stuff covering them.

>>943691
>Look around

go to the forest to make some clothes or make clothes from the grass

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You figure if you are going to keep from being seen naked, you should make something to cover yourself up with, and the forest would be your best bet for that.

---ON THE WAY TO THE FOREST---

Towards the forest you go, almost as silently as the wind due to the yarn-grass barely making any sound as you step on it. At one point, you look back to see if you left any foot prints, and you aren't really surprised to notice that there aren't any, and your most recent foot prints are slowly starting to disappear. Being closer to what you think is a forest, the yarn-grass curls around your feet much sooner than before, making you feel uneasy about your decision, but you continue on.

---THE EDGE OF THE FOREST---

You are standing on the edge of the forest line. You listen for any wildlife, but only eerie silence comes from beyond. The forest seems to be illuminated more than the area outside of it, but no light source can be seen, because of this you can actually see the yarn-grass. You kneel down to observe it, and see that the entire floor of the field, and the forest, is made up of a mat of interwoven, fuzzy looking tubes, and the 'grass' is where it neatly curls up. Here in the forest, the yarn-grass is even shorter. The color is of dark purples and greens.

You walk to a 'tree' and feel it. It feels exactly like the yarn-grass and upon closer observation it appears to actually be yarn-grass! The spires actually rise out of a forest floor, and is a part of it, the grass tubes all around it collecting into one spot and shooting up into the foliage above, but as it gets further away from the ground the weave tightens and bends into the strangest patterns! You also notice the color of the yarn changes as it goes up the tree! Up the length of it, it turns from the dark purples and greens of the floor to shades of blue and orange!

You try to pull some of the yarn from the tree, and find that it actually pulls off quite easy. After some time, you manage to tie together a pair of trousers, and a poncho. This is some of the softest... fabric, you have ever worn! The poncho loosely hangs around your neck and covers your entire upper body, and your trousers are just as loose.

go deeper into the forest

You wander deeper into the forest. The ambient lighting here becomes slightly brighter, and you notice a low hum emanating from above you. It is peaceful here, though the lack of any noticeable wildlife unnerves you.

--- THE FOREST ---

You feel the looseness of your clothing disappear. Looking down you notice the yarn-trousers tightening around your waist, as well as your legs. They now fit you almost like a pair of tights, though much more insulated. Your poncho does the same thing, fusing with the trousers to form a sort of jumpsuit, but you easily tear holes for your arms on the sides. You ponder how rich you'd be for discovering something like this back home.

You look ahead of you again and notice a flickering light in the distance. Instinct tells you to hide behind a yarn-tree, and observe with stealth, and the flickering light remains stationary.