The world was grey.
It was dull, filled with an endless cycle of flowing from one scene to the next. And, in a sea of grey you were just another blob. You weren't happy about it, but you weren't sad either. Just more blandness instead of emotion. In a way, you weren't even alive.
But you had no frame of reference to grasp that. No way to get your bearings and maybe realize how empty everything was.
And if you had never seen it, then you'd have never even realized it was there.
You'd been standing across the street from them when it happened.
A riot of color and excitement.
On the one hand, it was just a boy and a couple of girls. On the other, they'd been talking excitedly. The girls had all been beautiful and exotic, each one different from the last. They'd laughed and the boy they were walking with got slugged in the arm for the supreme offence of looking too closely at one over the others.
It was then that you took a look at yourself and realized something.
You were grey.
Your hands were just hand shaped, lacking details. Your face, vacant and boring looking. And the guy next to you looked almost exactly the same. And sounded the same.
It was when you debated asking his name that you really started to freak out though.
You couldn't remember your own name.
No, it wasn't that you couldn't remember. Rather, it was that you never had one at all. That was when you first really felt something.
Fear.
Icy cold and absolutely shocking fear.
But at the same time, even though you were terrified, even though you were so confused… You felt alive. For the first time that you could remember, the world stopped being a monotonous grey. They say nothing makes you feel more alive then realizing just how close to death you are, and while you were certainly in no danger at all, could you really have been said to be alive?
It's been a few days since that strange realization, and you've noticed some changes in your body.
Much of the details and features you have are unchanged, meaning you look more like a person shaped cut-out then an actual human being, but some color is slowly seeping past the grey. The effect stops soon enough though, and you realize that in order to change more, become more real, you're going to need to do something.
Something that would make you stand out from the crowd, something... Protagonisty.
The only question is... what?
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