I have this thing. A book. It’s like a big lump of paper. Full of empty pages though. I just feel… compelled to fill these pages. I’m going to write things in it. Like what happened today.
Me and Yellowblack were playing around. Having a lot of fun. His name isn’t really that, but everyone here has no idea who they are and we all just decided it would be easier to name ourselves after the colours of our bodies, rather than make up new names and then forget them later. Metalblue suggested numbers but that is dull. I call myself Purple, because it suits me. Anyway, where was I? My mind always seems to wander off.
Oh yeah. We were playing. It was nice. But I looked into his eyes and like, this thing happened in my head. Like a memory or something? So I pulled away and we both collapsed, panting loudly. Yellowblack smiled at me and wiped drool from his mouth.
I wanted to talk to him, but Yellowblack had already fallen asleep. He does that a lot. He’s always tired, probably because Metalblue and SilverRed pick on him and he’s constantly fighting them off. Metalgreen and Iceblue do help me protect the group but for some reason, Metalblue can’t get it into his thick head that I am the leader here, not him, and he always decides to take it out on Yellowblack. I could have talked to the others but they were all asleep or playing too. We do that a lot.
Everyone else is fine. Okay, none of us have any idea who we are and Yellowblue and Goldsilver are inseparable, but you’d think that an illness that turns us mostly into dumb animals would make us all kill each other. We’ve certainly been killing other things, but only as a team, when we’re hungry. Even that big, horned, furry thing was no match for us. Was quite tasty too. All we’ve been doing though apart from eating and sleeping is, well, playing. With consent of course. We had a… couple of incidents (involving Metalblue of course) but I fucking made sure that wasn’t going to happen again.
I just wonder… does Metalblue maybe have it worse than the rest of us? Or was he more vicious before we got ill?
Ah, that brings me back to the thing I saw. Like a memory. I think it was who I was before I got ill. Not my name though. That would have been a good thing to remember. But it was me. Talking to Yellowblack and OrangeEyes. Then the ground was shaking, the wall was breaking and then… That was it. Just a flash.
I think that flash is what makes me want to write in this book now. That and the fact that this writing stuff is a lot of fun. Feels nice. So does just being here, the eating, the sleeping, the playing. Don’t care about anything else, really. I could do this forever. Maybe we will.
I’m hungry. I’m going to go get something to eat. I think Shadowblack and OrangeEyes want to come too. Yellowblack is still asleep and still drooling. He’s cute. I like him. I like all of them.
Definitely hungry.
Very hungry.