Madder Than Them All (ASOIAF/SI)

My eyes squinted to the suddenly blinding white. Instead of the comfy bed I had slept on the day before, I found myself on a sturdy brown chair. Before I could comprehend what was happening, a silhouette approached me in the distance, slowly revealing it to be a tall dark man with a regal suit woven around him. Out of nowhere, another chair materialized in front of me and with a few regal motions, the man sat down, the corners of his lips stretching out in an eerily perfect smile, the sort an unwelcome door salesman would always have ready for his clients. He had a clipboard in his hand; the other crept into his front pocket to emerge with a pen. He removed the cap, shuffled the papers a bit before looking at me with an expectant look.

"W-w- wha…" was all my slack jawed face could manage to utter, as I sat there dumbstruck.

The man took a sigh, as if this was routine for him, looked off into the space and muttered something indiscernible before looking back at me, "How were your dreams last night?"

"…."

"Did you dream about the Planet-243 last night?"

Gathering my breath, I searched for a way out of this kakfka-esque position I was suddenly put in before pursuing my lips and letting out, "I have no idea what you're talking about, Sir."

The man leaned back in his chair, bored, "Do you dream about Planetos often? constant daydreams and the like?"

A sudden minor pang of embarrassment spread over me, it was a personal matter and moreover I did not see how it was related to the predicament I was in. Perhaps the man saw my which is why he went on to explain this weird theory.

"When you immerse yourself far too much in thoughts about other dimensions, sometimes they create divergent timelines which remain lost lest inserted a character that could "steer" that alternate world to keep those worlds steady. The Union believes several such dimensions ruin the balance of the Universe, creating unnecessary portals."

"I didn't understand a word."

The man let out another patronizing sigh before looking at his watch and tsking,"I am sorry, but the time allotted for your queries has come to an end. Prepare yourself for arrival and best of luck."

He stood up and made to leave but I grabbed at his suit, at which the man's face coiled in disgust, he swapped my hand away, "Get away, you damned 'bat'", before seeming to be surprised at his outburst. The salesman's smile came on again, his hands went behind his back and he spoke in a pseudo-cheery tone, "Mister, you shall soon arrive in Westeros in Planetosi year 281, farewell and good luck."

Before I could lament and plead to him my body seemed to be forcibly put into unconsciousness.

Then I woke up in a place more savage than hell, and it all begun.

281 AC, The Red Keep.

The light slowly darkened into deep black darkness. I opened my eyes and immediately knew I wasn't in the place I had gone to sleep in. the room I woke up to was elegantly designed, red & black panels with images of three headed dragons, dominated the walls. My body felt weaker than before, my nails were hideously overgrown, and I don't think I had seen nails so long in my previous life. The beard that extended from my chin to my waist was equally hideous. Consciously, I felt a warm body next to me, fast asleep. She was quite young, black of hair and pale of skin, however she had scratch marks all over her body and a bluish bruise near the shoulder edges. On the bed she was coiled in a fetal position afraid of something, even in sleep.

Wanting to get a hold over the current situation, I stood up to walk over to a nearby mirror, as I got closer I realized the device was rather primitive, blurry around the edges with a slightly smoky reflection which made me peek closer to get a closer look at myself. I wish I hadn't. The man who looked through seemed mad. Matted hair coiled around his head in a mess of appearance, the clothes were not tattered but neither were they clean, however the most distinctive feature on the frail man's face that stared through was a pair of purple orbs that he had for eyes, they had a crazy glint to them, like something out of a horror flick. I was genuinely scared of the man looking at me.

You see the human brain is a strange thing, in that clusterfuck of events that had happened since I had first woke up, my mind was slow to realize things, things such as what is shown in he mirror is nothing more than what is front of it. Then I looked around once again at the room, red and black draperies, dragon sigils and the brutalized woman by the bed and back to the reflection, the dawning realization made me retch in disgust. Still I tried to dismiss it all as a really bad dream, subsequent bouts of pinching only drew me weird looks from the girl in the bed who had just woken up and who was now staring fearfully at me. My efforts at drawing out a helpful smile only drew a small yelp from her as she frantically stood up, collected her clothes and rushed out the door. Through the doorway a heavily built man in white armour turned a neutral gaze to me, something on my face made him suspect not everything is alright. He came in and removed his helmet, showing a grizzled middle aged man, with specks of white in his brown hair. The man held a commanding presence. He inquired, "Your Grace, does something trouble you."

With the dawning realization of horror rushing him, the strongest man in the Seven Kingdoms let out a scream of anguish before collapsing into darkness, leaving a very confused and suddenly alarmed man standing.

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A/N- An Aerys SI set in 281 AC, will include somewhat of an industrial revolution but not so much as to seem unrealistic. Updates will be released every week. Please review and thank you for reading! Till next time.