There was dirt. And grass. And some aroma he couldn't decipher.
Michael Grant was face down at the plaza, not knowing what had just happened.
All he remembered consisted of random images of unknown yet very familiar people and places. A woman, two children, dogs, bright areas, a car, some of the sorts. He just didn't understand: why was he laying face down on a field of grass?
He stood up and dusted himself off. Apparently he had become the number one attraction. Everywhere, kids surrounded him, gawking at his sight. Of course he understood, they haven't see an adult in quite a while.
Sam was in town hall when he heard the sudden sound of commotion.
"Oh what now?" he stepped outside to find almost everyone in town either gawking or shouting questions that said: "Where did you come from?" "Do you know what's happened?" "You know where's my mommy?" "Man you're old!" ok so maybe those weren't all questions. He pushed his way into the crowd to face a old man, with question marks shown on his face. When he looked at Sam, his eyes grew wide and shown surprise and shock. Sam decided to set a good example.
"Uh, hi. Person. How did you get in here?" he tried to say with calmness. The man looked lost for words. Strange, Sam thought, it feels like i know this guy. Astrid appeared next to him.
"What's happening here?" she whispered to him. Then she saw why. "Strange," she whispered over to Sam, "it feels like if i know this man."
"Sam." the man said. "Sam Temple."
"Yeah that's me."
"Wow," the man whispered to himself. "It really is you."
"Uh..."
"Well then people! Party over! Everyone can go back to whatever you were doing!" Astrid intervined. She walked up to the man and said in a calm voice, "Hi. Uh, may I ask who you are?"
"Astrid?" he said with awe. "Astrid Ellison. A brainiac who was taking all honors the school had. Her nickname was Astrid the Geinus because she would always know everything."
"Uh, yeah but who are you?"
"Oh me? I don't know if you know me but I'm Michael Grant."
Sam couldn't believe his ears. He had heard that name before, in his dreams, everywhere. He knew this guy, somehow. He remembered his face. Was he a local citizen of Perdito Beach? A shopkeeper? No, he looked more literary. Like a bookshop person or an author. An author no doubt, there was no bookshops in Perdito Beach.
"How do you know us?" he asked.
"What? Oh I created you all."
"What? So you're our father or what?"
"No, I technically created this...FAYZ."
"You're the Darkness?" a voice asked behind Sam. It was Lana. She laughed incrediusly. "You're the Darkness? You've got to be kidding!"
"Uh, well actually, Lana, I created the Gaiaphage, the Darkness."
"Oh so you're God now?"
"No."
"Then--"
"I don't understand." Sam interviened. "You created a living hell? Why? How? I-I just don't get how it works!" Sam wanted to hurt this vile man. This man that created everything. The man that created him? The man that made the FAYZ? That man was his creator?
"Look I can explain everything."
"Then explain!"
"I'll explain. But after a cup of coffee."
They went to Astrid/Mary's house. There was Little Pete playing on his gameboy and Caine with Diana. Sam say the man look at LP, Caine, and Diana the same way he looked at him. They all sat down in the living room. For a few minutes the only sounds were the gameboy and the sip of coffee. Then he spoke.
"I don't think you would understand this but, you, all of you, are in a story."
"So we're some sort of made-up characters?" Astrid asked.
"Technically, yes." a shock silence passed through them all.
"So if you can write us stuff and write us to do things then that means that you can write us food." that was Caine.
"I'm not sure about that."
"Try it, then" he gave him a piece of paper and a pen.
"Ok..." he started to write. Sam, Astrid, Caine, and Diana were sitting in a living room talking about how they want to eat a monthload of food when suddenly, food appeared behind them with a man that looked like Santa. He looked up from the paper to find that nothing happened.
"So?"
"Nothing."
"So you're a fake?"
"No no! It's just that i usually type up my stuff."
"Here then! A computer!" he showed him Astrid's computer. Wow, Sam thought, he's determined. But what if he had some sort of plan up his sleeve?
He started to type. Sam, Astrid, Caine, Diana and Little Pete were sitting in a room when suddenly, chips and banana's appered in the kitchen. He looked up from the computer to see that everyone was slightly moved and that there were crumbs of chips and monkeys screeching about.
ok this one was boring.
so boring i have to split it in t parts
so this is part 1
hopefully part 2 is bettter
wait i just spelled better with 3 ts
interesting.