whick's sinister purgatorio

introduction

It was almost as if the entire world was swallowed down into one little spot. The wind whipped and swelled through his temples, playfully twisting his nerves into knots. Every part of his very being was trying to hurl. It wasn’t sensed, it wasn't felt; he just knew. He couldn't hear the thick raindrops tapping rhythmically on the hood anymore. He couldn't feel the bright red indent of the steering wheel on his forehead, or the pounding pressure from behind his eyes. He couldn't feel the thick black stream of blood running down his chin. It was a whole nothingness, a whole new nothingness, familiar nonetheless.

Then the world cleared it’s throat.

chapter 1

The familiar sensation of inhibiting a body returned him. He tried to fight it off; it was too soon to abandon nirvana, but it's inherently useless to fight with no body.

“You aren't abandoning anything. You aren't anything at all. Not yet. And you aren't accountable until you're something, right?”

Soft strips of cloth coiled around him, suggesting his formless spirit into the shape of a body. It hung limp as the small roll of cloth gently whirled around to form his throat. A hollow fabric body… he slowly accepted it as his own, feeling the surface of the fabric ripple as he found each limb one by one. The roll of fabric stopped and turned towards him. It floated weightless in the air like a curious hummingbird, watching the fabric ripple and slowly unravel into conical spirals. He finally had enough connection to this body to make a movement so he pivoted the shoulders and raised an arm to touch the little roll.

At this motion, the roll jumped and twisted itself, rabidly pulling away like a leashed dog. Still attached to his throat, the fabric forming his body constricted harshly. He tried to grab at the band connecting the two, but realized he had no fingers. He tried to lift his feet, but realized he had none of those either; the legs ended at the ankles. He could not go anywhere, and the roll could not get away without squeezing the form further. It veered left and right, feverishly trying to escape the body of its own creation. As pressure bound the body and the mind, it thrashed and convulsed as if choking. The arms swung and bent without purpose, the torso whipped around madly, and the legs kicked sporadically. Then, all at once, the body and mind leaned forward, grabbed the roll between their shaking palms, and incinerated it.

Silky orange flames bloomed from the arm and leg holes as the body and mind combined. The charred band's edge where the roll was once connected draped itself loosely around his headless shoulders, admitting a unanimous victory. The milky white void surrounding him concentrated itself, then expanded as he fell to an indistinguishable ground. Glittery black crators formed around his feet, deepening slowly. Looking down, he carefully raked his fiery hands acrossed the ground, finding that it melted like soft butter. Peering through a gash in the world, he tried to make out what was on the other side.

"Now there's that something!" The other side called.

possibly (but probably not) to be continued if im not lazy :9