iamlove888

[iamlove888]

Clothing drop! starting small bur got plenty of designs in the vault. Come support and help me take off!

[iamlove888]

Wanted to share part of a Piece I'm working on, the protagonist Love(changed the name for editing purposes) in an action adventure waking up in a futuristic dystopia working through his memories and his present life to heal trauma from his past while overcoming his present to relearn his best self. It's a thriller full of twists, love, robots, zombies and death. Let me know what you think! (And I tried to make some art to set the scene with a week worth of drawing experience lmaoo. Also, its a super rough draft excuse the typos.)

Love hadn’t even opened his eyes before he realized the sweet, smoky aroma filling the air. There was a light aroma filling the air. The scent was therapeutic to Love, he hadn’t had his mother’s cooking in a while. He opened his eyes and there he was, in the room of the house they bought right after Love graduated high school. His brain felt foggy, as if there was details that seemed to just be just out of reach, but it didn’t stop Love from going to the kitchen to get a plate of the breakfast that was most likely awaiting him on the stove. He went to the kitchen and standing there was his mother, over the stove cooking, but it seemed to be just two strips of bacon. Her eyes wide with a somewhat unsettling grin on her face, as if she had an epiphany or idea of a lifetime. She didn’t even seem to notice Love standing just a couple feet to her left in the hallway.

“Mom?”

After a few seconds, her smile switched from manic, to surprised, to what would have seemed genuine to anyone but Love, there was deeper something under the surface. A darkness of sorts, Love then remembered the argument they had a few days ago. There was a flash in his head and even though he can recall the intense anger, the sense of malice she emitted in the moment, he doesn’t remember what the argument was about. But after a slight second of deeper thinking, Love remembered they never really had the best relationship. After a few seconds of heavy, breathtaking silence, Love's recalling was cut short when she finally responded.

“My son!” she said proudly as she clasped her hands together as she tilted her head and continued wearing the smile, “The food is almost ready, your friends are waiting in the living room. Go ahead and hang out with your friends, I will call you guys when it's ready.”

Friends? Love inner dialogue rang as he began to recall familiar faces. Love did have friends, but they all lived somewhat far. Most of his friends lived states away. He also had some people in the same state but the thought of inviting any of them over didn’t feel like an action he would want to take, but he kept drawing a blank on the reason why. He made his way past his Mother through the kitchen into the dining room where his brother and cousins were sitting. Love found it strange how his Mother forgot to mention that family came to town as well. A bittersweet lukewarm feeling of nostalgia filled Love, but why? Love always had a deep love for his family, so why wasn’t this reunion the feeling of nostalgic ecstasy he always felt when he seen them.

For a second Love seen his Mother flash before his eyes but it was clear; she whispered something brief in his brother's ear and opened the window and suddenly the smiles that were on all of his cousins and brothers face almost instantly turned into faces of disgust, surprise, disappointment. Although he wanted to speak to them, words seemed to be just out of reach and unnecessary, so he just disregarded them for the time being and began to move to the first living room where the people his Mother mentioned were sitting. He could feel the same energy emitting from this room, a blend of sorts. They were all talking so he was unable to make out the voices he was hearing. As he turned the corner, they all simultaneously acknowledged Love.

“Hey Love, how's the family?” a woman asked, smiling the same mask of a smile.

She seemed familiar, a friend of a girl Love recalled dating. A quick flash of her popped up and though Love could recall the emotions of the crash and burn, remembering the whole experience seemed like a chore Love did not find necessary to recall. The room became slightly smoky despite a window being open and the smell grew a bit stronger. Although he felt the smoke slightly effecting his vision and causing his throat to dry, it didn't seem to affect any of them . And now that Love paying closer attention, the men in the room were wearing muzzles and leashes and none of them seemed to be blinking.

Love had a lot of questions, but all of them would be hard to answer in this lifetime. Even then, he didn’t find it necessary to ask with the internal understanding all of these people would be gone soon anyway. He stood there for sometime taking it all in. When they all began laughing as if they knew a secret. Everything about this interaction felt so odd and outdated for Love. He walked away without spending much more thought on the matter. He walked past them toward the hallway to the next living room. The smoke intensified along with the smell. Love began coughing a bit.

As he gets closer to the second living room, a much darker energy could be felt by Love where he began to hear voices of women speaking.

“It’s better this way,” an older woman with a slightly deeper voice added.

“He wouldn't know what to do with it anyway, right?” a slightly more squeaky voice added voice .

“We are doing this for the family, I’m sure He would do it for us if we asked. They aren’t capable of thinking for themselves” a much older voice added. ”He needs to think of someone other than himself. He needs to die. The plans are almost complete.”

By this point Love was close enough for him to peek and see who the last remark came from. As he peeked around the corner he saw his grandma with a stern look on her face that quickly switched to the signature fake smile everyone in the house seemed to be sporting as she almost simultaneously acknowledged Love.

“My Grandson!” she exclaimed.

Everyone else in the room quickly changed facial expressions as well.

“ We came to see you, but you slept too long we have to get going now”

They all walked past Love and heard the door slam behind them. After Love pondered the extremely eerie experience, he begins walking back toward the kitchen where the smoke has gotten so intense Love begins to feel like the smoke will suffocate him if he doesn't turn the stove off himself. He passed the living room and dining room hardly acknowledging everyone was gone. When he reaches the kitchen the two pieces of bacon are burnt to a crisp and his mother is standing there with a rag in her hand. It appears as though she was waiting for Love. This time the smile has gone completely and she is now in a full scowl staring directly at Love.

“Look what you made me do”! She exclaimed, "You're so useless! Just like your father. No wonder she left you! You don’t love me!”

She walks away into her room and Love looks back and realizes the stove is off but the bacon is still burning. Love moves the pan and goes to lay down expecting it simmer down after some time. He goes back to bed thinking a nap would solve his problems. Love is now intensely coughing and his eyes are almost watering from the smoke. He tries to ignore it and turns around to try to breathe better and sleep it off. It was seconds until Love felt a wave of pure malice run past his shoulder as he turns around and opens his eye in the dark smoke filled room he sees a figure standing over. The figure was black but Love could see the shadow of it’s eyes, a neon blood red, but the fire that suddenly spread around the corners of the room highlighted its skin and curly black hair, and the knife the figure was holding above its head and its trajectory headed for his heart. As he braced to catch the knife, lightning struck, making the figure clear showing Love the obvious assailant- his own mother.

As the knife comes down he wakes up, with a half man- half cyborg standing over him with a gun pointed directly at his head.