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I'm back from the dead! I recently got an email from Wattpad about entering one of their official competitions. I decided to participate in "The Virus" since I had a great idea for a story that would fit the criteria: must involve a virus and science fiction. I had a vivid bizarre dream recently involving the notorious COVID-19 (coronavirus), sci-fi, and horror. The original dream had some more bizarre elements that I chose to leave out, since they didn't make any sense. My most vivid dreams are usually a collection of thoughts from throughout the week.
I shortened it to fit the maximum word count of this story. I gotta say, it's just... really fricking weird. Even so, hope you enjoy! I had fun writing out my bizarre dream. I made the cover myself on my phone using Autodesk Sketchbook to combine those free to use stock images, lol.
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Author note: My original intent with this series was for it to take place in a high school fantasy setting. However, after getting into some wild interrelated conversations with my father about quantum mechanics, quantum theories, philosophy, espers, and technology, I decided to switch up the focus to Sci-Fi instead. I might still include some of the old fantasy elements from the series I used to have on my (deleted) Fantage YouTube channel, but I still haven't worked out a story outline yet. That is still a work-in-progress... anyway, let's get to the story.
If you prefer to read this as black text on a white background, click the embed below to read it on Wattpad. Any part of an ongoing story will instead be published as an embed on this blog so I don't have to re-adjust the formatting with italicized text. One last thing... the genre of this spinoff story falls under horror. >:) Backstory - The Cult of the Clones They say that Dionysus was once known as the Greek god of ecstasy. He was even known for having a cult of followers, mostly females. He would attract them with songs and intoxicate them with wine. Maybe he was quite possibly just the first guy, in ancient Greek times, to party with a bunch of women until they became blackout drunk; so drunk to the point where they exhibited strange behaviors. This is the story of the history of the cult of Dionysus, the dark history of the clones that mysteriously “invaded” Earth 12,000 years ago - the story behind the cult of the clones. It is modern day. The year is 2050. A certain girl with long, straight, golden blonde hair and facial features resembling that of an ancient Greek goddess is seen outside of a college building of Palmtree Beach State University, a part of Palmtree Beach which is a city that is part of the Jambad province of Fukusha. She is college-aged, with the pale demeanor of a student lacking in sleep and poisoned by stress. This particular scorching summer morning in August has been surprisingly dry and pleasant, which she wishes she could enjoy. She swipes an ID card in front of one door, trudging inside a dorm building, then swipes the same card in front of another door. She hastily tosses her backpack to floor, which lands with a heavy thud, falling backwards onto an unmade bed as she kicks off her white flats. Almost instantly, her eyes shut, the distant sound of waves crashing onto the beach lulling her to sleep. Jennifer’s dream was wildly vivid. She usually doesn’t dream such vivid dreams, feeling a sense of alarm as she entered into a deep stage of sleep. Everywhere was dark and strange, as if she were swimming through mud. She felt as if she were about to suffocate. But then, out of the corner of her eye on the right, she noticed what appeared to be a vision of herself, wearing the same clothes - yellow blouse and flowing short black skirt - taking on her exact appearance. It was her, but it wasn’t her. The vision of herself, which wasn’t herself, reached out and took hold of Jennifer’s hand as she also reached through the murk, out to the vision of herself. She blinked once, and the vision of herself took on an entirely different appearance of another person entirely; the vision had dark blonde wavy hair, dark gray eyes, a different skin tone even. Jennifer gaped, blinking again, and then the vision disappeared, along with the murky-dream world. She was instantaneously transported to an ancient world, with stone buildings unlike anything she was used to in her modern world. Glancing around, rolling green hills unwinded before her, a slight breeze blowing out to an unknown distant sea. The air tasted like salt as she turned her attention to the cold gray stone beneath her feet. She noticed her clothes were gone and mysteriously replaced with what looked like just a white sheet. She wondered why she was barefoot, but turned her attention up when she heard women’s laughter and a man singing a strange song. Curious, she wandered over to the source of the sounds downhill. As she neared closer to the source of the strange cackling and masculine singing, it sounded cacophonous. A church, painted white, revealed itself from behind the hill as she came nearer, with architecture resembling a church from ancient Greek times. Jennifer’s curiosity deepened along with the fear and warning signs telling her to turn back around and never come back - but she couldn’t seem to resist, feeling as if she were being mysteriously summoned towards the source of the jarring sounds. She wanted to turn back, deep down, but continued on. As she stepped foot outside the strange church, she momentarily stopped as the laughing turned to jeering, followed by an odd shrieking cry for help. An evil aura rolled outside from the church as the masculine voice she heard stopped singing and started cackling along. She could hear faint sounds of eating, as if a predator had lunged straight into its prey and ate it alive. The fear inside her amplified greatly, as she suddenly felt faint. What’s going on in there? Am I supposed to go inside there and watch? I’m way too scared.. But… she thought, gulping down her anxiety and wading through the dark aura emanating through the wide-open doors of the strange church-like building. She wished she hadn’t walked in, but at the same time, felt as if she were being shown something she needed to know. Who is that man, and why are there drunk women around him? Is that a lamb being eaten alive?! She wondered, observing the horrifying scene unfold before her. Then she glanced over towards the most sickening part of the scene she wandered into. The man who was singing turned his attention towards her, speaking in an indecipherable language unknown to Jennifer. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to cry, scream, or run in terror. Instead, her body froze. His long brown curly hair swayed in the draft that blew inside. He almost looked god-like, holding a glass of wine in one hand and two flutes in the other. His expression as he looked at her was almost psychotic. The other women there, who were engaged in some sort of ritualistic reverence to a statue in the man’s image prior to noticing Jennifer, suddenly turned her way, giving her the same psychotic expression. She winced, as she collapsed to the stone floor on her knees, backing away very slightly. What… why… is this what you wanted to show me, Madelyn? Why?! All of a sudden, the women and man with dark curly hair turned their attention back towards the statue with the image of a Greek god, as if forgetting Jennifer was even there. Huh? They can’t see me? Wait, who’s that? Another woman from behind Jennifer, who looked similar to the other women, walked straight through Jennifer as if she were a ghost. The woman spoke a language understandable to Jennifer, referring to the man as Dionysus. But Jennifer still could not pick up very much of what was being said, as if it were being muffled. Dionysus? She thought, sniffing the air. It smells like wine… and that drink looks like wine. They’re all drinking wine? And is that… no… that’s not a lamb…! Jennifer thought, her eyes widening quickly as she immediately felt sickened, shuddering hard. She wanted to hurl upon her realization. But she was transparent, so nothing came out of her. The women worshiping the statue, with their backs turned to the blonde haired girl, continued on with their reverence, sounding as if they were eating the sacrifice. Jennifer blinked twice, looking closer at what she thought was wine that the other women were drinking. Their drinks looked too thick and too murky compared to Dionysus’ to be wine, which was the drink he was holding. She then looked more closely at the women. They all looked the same, with the same exact facial features, same shaped green wreaths atop their heads, and even the same shoes. Even the lines in their clothes were the same, even their shadows on the ground were the same. No, no, no, no, no… they’re... clones, eating… and drinking… a sacrifice!? What is this? I don’t understand! She thought, fear completely enveloping her soul with alarm piercing every corner of her body. She turned around at once, fleeing out of the church back towards the green rolling hills. She felt as if she were running for her life, so hard and so desperately that she felt like she would suffocate from running too fast too quickly. She tripped over a stone, falling into the ground, as the ground suddenly turned back into dark, murky mud. She blinked once, noticing she was back in the murk from the beginning of the dream. Madelyn? Where are you? Why did you show me this? Jennifer thought, frantically looking around, somehow finding it easier to move in the murk than before. The vision from before, now with the different appearance, returned to grab Jennifer’s hand as she reached out. Madelyn? What was that cult? Jennifer thought, unable to speak. In fact, she felt as if she could not speak the entire time, but she did not understand why. “Jennifer, that was the Cult of the Clones. We must not ever let history reach this point again. Do you hear me?” the dark blonde answered, visibly speaking, “the clones are not what you think they are.” “What?” Jennifer shouted, her eyes opening wide as she sat upright in bed, panting heavily. “What’s wrong? You look spooked,” Said a hot-pink-haired girl wearing a lime green shirt and ripped blue jeans, noticing her friend’s alarm. “Oh… Brook… it was just a dream…” Jennifer breathed slowly, calming down steadily. Her friend was about to inquire about the dream when a familiar dark-blonde haired girl suddenly slammed open the door. “Guys, we have a history test in five minutes, what are you still doing in here?!” She exclaimed, beckoning her friends outside the room and into the hallway. There are important times in history that must not be repeated. The Cult of the Clones was one of the lowest points in the history of the Clones on planet Earth, where Dionysus was once said to have entertained himself by creating copies of a woman he found pleasing. He would possess her to revere him and become “reborn” in his presence while he drank wine and intoxicated the woman and her copies with excessive wine and the blood of a human sacrifice. Now, in the modern age of the Earth, the humanoid “clones” were found to be the doppelgangers of humans on Earth from other parallel universes’ Earths, becoming stuck in this universe’s planet Earth while in their travel in between universes… and the curse of doppelgangers getting stuck in this particular universe was unknown for the last 12,000 years when they first were spotted on Earth, until one fateful day. |
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