Everything blacked out for a brief period. I should have been dead but yet... I'm not? What should have been broken bones and waves of intense pain I felt... nothing? Am I in hell? Purgatory? For sure as shit I'm not seeing any pearly white gates or Raptor Jesus greeting me outside to enter heaven. So where I am? Everywhere I see is just pitch black. Thoughts rolled in as I try to make sense of this, I know I fell but yet I'm still here. This should have been the end, my existence should have ceased the moment my body slammed onto the concrete. My body contorted and mangled from the sheer deacceleration. I may not have been a science nerd but I know if you jump off a tall building you would be wildly fucked at best and at worst dead. But there was no pain, no agony, not even simple discomfort. But before my mind could drone on about the situation I was currently in, the ebony gloom that encompassed me was slowly changing, I began to see. Everything was blurry and I couldn't make out any details so I try to concentrate my vision on a single point. My eyes started to adjust just as everything around me began being established. Within just a minute my environment made sense, I saw the off-white ceiling as I tried to make sense of where I was. Within an instant, I recognized that I was lying on my bed and I somehow ended up in my room. Was everything just a dream? Could explain why I was in my bed, but everything up to the fall felt so... real... As if I was fully aware and conscious the whole time. It felt like months has passed, and I felt each day as if I were completely awake, It definitely didn't feel like any dream I had before. My vision came back as my head and torso move upward, the quick movement sends my brain spinning like I just slammed my head into a brick wall. Probably because I was shocked by what just happened. Nothing from my room was out of the ordinary. Bits of dirty laundry gathered in the corner. Old music sheets were untouched and still on the floor. The art and band posters remained unchanged along with my guitars and keyboard. My non-binary banner was still up right above me. I look at myself to see I was in my black jammies. It gave me a bit of a sigh of relief. It was definitely just a dream, just about the worst fucking nightmare I ever had and I thanked Raptor Jesus it was just that. I took a sigh and rub my eyes, my hand rolling down my cheeks to ensure I was wide awake. This is definitely something I will remember for a while. I move the blanket still covering my legs to get out of bed, moving away the bed curtains to finally stand up and stretch. I first start with my arms and raised them as high as I could, then I began to open up my wings as my feet were on their tip toes, trying to awaken my body as my muscles ached from being still all night. My phone was charging on top of my keyboard and I went towards it. I grabbed it and checked to see the time. It was 9:07 am, Saturday. Thankfully it being the weekend that is. I checked my see my messages if anyone texted me while I was asleep. Unsurprisingly, Trish did. "Morning ^_^" I texted back "What's Up :V" Within just a few short moments, the message marked "read" and the grey bubble indicated that Trish was replying. "Nuth much, U?" "Yeah, just had a crazy morning. Had like a bad nightmare" "Awwww U good?" "Yeah thank god, it was like the craziest dream I had too :/" "what was it about?" "Like a bunch of people dead and stuff, like blood everywhere type shit. I was holding a gun and I think I accidentally shot Anon in the leg" "Anon..?" "Yeah" "But wait who's Anon?" "?" "Is he from school?" "why? like u know... Anon? "I seriously don't know who r u talking about" "Really >:V" "wat?" "Come on Trish I get u have a grudge against him but dude" "I'm being serious! I don't know who r u talking bout, he is like one of Naser's friends or?" "Trish I ain't joking, u know Anon. Basically hangs out with us every day now. I get you don't like him but still" "I ain't joking Fang, I don't know anyone who named "Anon"" "k then, if u want to joke around like that it's fine just text me later then >:V" "k? Sorry? I'm being honest here but if u wanna talk later that's fine :/" Geez, I get that Trish doesn't like him but now she pretends she even doesn't know him? She and Anon never saw eye to eye when they first met but I think after all this time, she would tolerate him enough to acknowledge his existence at least, I just guess she just despises him that much. Speaking a certain dweeb, let's see what he's up to. I checked to see my most recent message chat with Anon only I couldn't find anything in the messaging app. Huh? Did it got deleted accidentally? I tapped on the top right icon to create a new message. I typed "Anon" and begin to text "Sup dweeb :V" The moment I tapped on the green arrow to send, my phone gives an error message. "Error Invalid Number. Please send using a valid 10-digit mobile number or valid short code" What? He's saved on my contact list. God this stupid fucking phone I swear. I decided to go on my contact list to try to text him from there. I exit the messaging app and search "Contacts". When I open the app up, normally Anon is usually the first on the list but yet I didn't see his name anywhere. Nothing. He's the only guy whose name is literally the first in the alphabet but yet there's nothing there. I see the usual, Dad, Mom, Naomi, Naser, Reed, Rosa, Stella, Trish, and some misc directories but yet Anon isn't on the list. But I know fucking damn well I didn't delete his contact. I did do something that deleted him by accident? I don't remember his number by heart so maybe Reed or Naser has it. I texted Naser since I'm too lazy to walk to his room. "Yo Wingtard" I get a text back "Hey?, What's up?" "Do u have Anon's number, I need to text him for something" "Who's Anon?" "U too? Did he do something to piss everyone off" "I have no clue, what r u talking about?" "ANON" "MY BF" "BALD SKNNIE THAT WEARS A GREEN SHIRT, OLIVE T, DARK BLUE JEANS" "IS A TOTAL DWEEB" "STOP FUCKING AROUND NASER I DONT HAVE TIME FOR YOUR BULLSHIT" "yikes! I'm sorry, wat did I do? I don't know anyone named "Anon". What do u mean "skinnie"? And since when did u have a bf? "NASER I SWEAR TO RAPTOR JESUS ON A STICK FUCK OFF AND TELL ME HIS NUMBER" "Fang, I swear I don't know who r u talking about. I never met this guy before. I didn't even know you have a boyfriend!" "UGHHH where r u?!" "In my room? y?" I immediately put away my phone into my pocket and start speedwalking towards Naser's room. This is probably some elaborate prank made by him to fuck with me. Naser is the type of person that would do something like this, Reed is too high or even bother to do something like this. Trish hates Anon so she would go along. Anon? Well maybe. But who else do I know who is willing to fuck with me? I reach his door and started banging on it rapidly. I didn't have time for games at this point. The door begins to open as I'm greeted by my fuck winged retard of a brother. "I'm not in the mood for your shitty pranks Naser, I need Anon's number so stop fucking around," I said "Fang I'm being 100% serious here, I don't know who this Anon guy is. I never met a guy named Anon in my life" Naser Said "Did you hit your head or something? You know him. Anon, a bald human who you met at the beginning of the year. You know him, You know I have been dating him for months now. I swear to god Naser I will fucking unleash hell on you if you don't stop with your bullshit. So. Tell. Me!" I raise my voice in frustration "Fang, what is your issue? I told you the truth, I don't know anyone named Anon. I don't even know what is a "Hue-man" is?! Okay, something is definitely off here. First Trish and now Naser. Two people who I know who Anon is. And now all of a sudden they act as if Anon never even existed. I pinch the bridge of my snout in dismay. He HAS to be fucking with me. "Naser I'm actually being patient right now because I want to talk to Anon. And it's running dry the more you keep fucking with me, so before I get physical please" "Just. Give. Me. His Number." Naser's expression went from confusion to genuine worry. "Fang you scaring me. I'm telling the truth. I do not know an "Anon". I do not know what a "hue-man" is. Please.. just calm down." Naser responded with a concerned tone "How do not know what a human is, They practically are everywhere in the city. Have their own part in a town called "Skin Row"? They are sort of like apes but with no fur? Have skin instead of scales? You know what they look like" "It sounds like you're describing a bunch of horribly designed monsters from a low-budget Halloween movie" And like that, I punch him on the right shoulder "OW, WHAT WAS THAT FOR?!" Naser said rubbing his right arm "Next one will be in the face" But the thoughts of anger against Naser turned into perturbation. I think now he's not pulling some bad joke now, but he should know what humans are. We see them pretty much our whole lives and Naser acts as if they don't even exist. "You're serious aren't you?" I said "Yes! 100% I swear to god I'm being honest here!" I look down to begin assessing what the hell is going on here. Naser was literally the first one to meet Anon. Both and Naomi knew him since his first day at Volcano High. Now all of a sudden he acts as if doesn't know the guy or even what a human is. "Wait here, I'm going to call someone" I walk back to my room and close the door behind me. If this isn't some prank pulled by Naser I need to know. I grab my phone out of my pocket and start tapping to find Trish's number. I raise the phone next to my head to the audible rings. "Hello?" "Trish? Are you there?" "Oh hey Fang, what's up?" "Do you know who Anon is right?" "No, actually I been meaning to ask, who is he?" "You're joking, right? Did Naser or Reed make you get on this joke?" "What joke? I don't know who Anon is" "You know bald skinnie human with a green shirt? Hangs out with us almost every day now? You kinda hate him? Been my boyfriend for a few months now? You Know him Trish" "Hold on wait since when did you start dating a guy? And what's a "humen"?" I'm starting to get worried now. So now Trish doesn't know who's Anon or what the fuck a human is. "Trish... Do you know what a human is right?" "No? Is a type of person or something?" "..." "Fang?" "I'll call you back..." "Wait wait! Fang, Is something going on? "Yeah... Its just... Are you sure this isn't a prank?" "No Fang this isn't a prank. Did you want to meet up to see maybe what's going on? Whatever going on, I'm here to help Fang" "Maybe... But I'll text you when I get the chance. Thanks, Trish..." "Okay. Take care Fang. Just text me if you want to hang out" "Bye" I press the giant red icon to end the call. Something isn't right, Naser and Trish don't know what a human is, let alone even know who is Anon. Anon's contact and messages are deleted or at least I think they were. What the fuck is going on? My mind starts racing and I'm scared to entertain the first idea but it seems like the only option at this point. I climb onto my bed to where my laptop was resting. I pull it towards me and open it. I click on the browser icon to see if my idea was right. I typed "Human" into the search bar and hit the enter key. The browser loads the first result page and my suspicion turned into confusion. None of the results show anything about what is a human or what they even look like. Just miscellaneous pictures of crap completely unrelated to the topic. You can search anything on the internet, pretty much anything that exists can be easily searched within seconds. Something as simple as what are humans should be there. But yet... nothing I found had anything to do with humans. It didn't matter I used DinoDinoGo as my main search engine. No matter what I did, I couldn't find any results on humans or anything related to them. It's like the concept of them never even existed. No... This... This shouldn't be possible. It feels like I'm going schizo. I closed my laptop and lay my body to think what the in the 9 realms of Dante's inferno is going on. I keep thinking that this must be a prank, just one long shitty joke. But I know if I told Trish that she was fucking with me, she would have given in and told me the truth. She wouldn't be that dedicated to being just a joke. Maybe Naser, but even he looks serious. Maybe Anon is the one doing this? But then why both of his contact and messages are gone? And why? Did I fuck up or something and this is just his way of getting back at me? I remember the argument we had after that whole prom shitshow. But... I was dreaming that. It never happened since the last time I yell at him was for pulling my tail and lying about him being at the auditorium show. But I remember yelling that him clearly, about how Naomi used him to get him to like me, and then he tried to explain he didn't know, I remember trashing his apartment out of blind rage, he tried to claim me down and I kicked him... How?... How can I remember this? That had to be a dream. Right...? Before I could dwell further, I heard a knock at my door to hear a familiar voice. "Hey Fang, Mom wants us down for breakfast" I groan "ugh fffffiiine, I'll be downstairs" As the progeny asshole leaves from my domain, I got out of bed and changed to something a bit more presentable other than morning PJs. I took off my jammies and slip on my regular black tank top, ripped-up jeans, and black boots that cost way more than they look. I grabbed my signature skull necklace and place it on my neck and head straight downstairs. Normally Dad is off to work around this and Mom just stays at home and tidies up the place. As I head downstairs, I notice things around my home that just feel... off. Normally I used to see this place every day as it is. But in the sense, I feel like I'm at some stranger's house. Nothing feels in place as it should the more I notice. When I got down Naser is at the dinner taste enjoying his breakfast and... who in the hell using the stovetop? It wasn't mom obviously as the person I saw was a taller ptero who look like mom except she wasn't, she had hair color similar to mine. While mom is naturally blonde, this random stranger had both her hair and wings similar to my sliver-colored hair. Her hair was braided into a bun, and she wore rectangle glasses. Instead of the green dress and pink apron mon usually wears, this person wore a grey blouse and light blue jeans. She turned away from the stove, look at me, and smiled. "Morning Honey! Your breakfast is almost done!" The stranger said Wait did she just call me honey?