My Perfect Dystopia

Encounters

Darkness, darkness was all that filled the room, save for what little light all of Asriel's electronics on stand-by emitted. It had been yet another sleepless night filled with nightmares for the prince, who was currently tossing and turning in hopes of finding that one sweet spot of ultimate comfort. But it was useless. The sun had already begun rising and the light that entered the room through the cracks of his blinds burned away the darkness. And along with it, all hopes of a good night's evaporated. On the bright side, at least this was a new day. And that meant Asriel could go pick up the game he was so excited about.

With his eyes burning and bones heavy with sleep, Asriel rolled out of bed, only to drop on the floor like a sack of potatoes. Curse those nightmares and their ability to deprive him of his much needed sleep.

The caprine mobilized what little energy he had left in his tired body to pull himself off the ground and began to elegantly stumble through the still rather dark room. He knew the general direction to his wardrobe but seeing that his brain was still half asleep he couldn't quite tell right from left. And so he stumbled on through the darkness, all the while scanning his surroundings with his hands. Then it clicked and light began to flood the room out of nowhere, light so bright it almost evaporated his retinas. In, what was pretty much an instinctual motion he raised his arms in front of his eyes and almost ended up punching himself in the face while doing so. He somehow found the light-switch, and now he regretted getting out of bed in the fist place. Asriel just stood there in his room, eyes burning like he got an entire bottle of shampoo poured into them. This was going to be a great day, he just knew it.

Minutes passed and Asriel stood there motionless while his eyes began to slowly adjust to the sudden influx of light. The world around him began to take shape again and he could finally see the wardrobe he was looking for. If he had only walked to the other side of the room, he would have bumped right into it. Now he had to drag himself across the laminate floor again, slow and steady. In his current state it wouldn't be surprising if the tripped over his own feet and knocked himself unconscious. Sure, he'd get some sleep in but it wasn't the kind of sleep he wanted. Much to his own surprise, he made it across the room without incident and without crawling back into his bed that looked so comfortable right now.

Asriel successfully reached his destination and was now presented with his first challenge. What clothes should he wear today? The selection was broad. Shirts, sweaters, hoodies, he had it all, even dresses for some bizarre reason. And what about the color? Green with yellow stripes? Or maybe he felt like wearing something daring and go for yellow with green stripes. And what about his jeans? Blue or rather a little less blue than blue? Maybe a smidgen more blue than blue? No, Asriel felt particularly brave today. He just reached into the closet and pulled out whatever his hands could grasp.

With his clothing problem solved, he only had one thing left to do and that was regaining a conscious state. If he were to go outside like this people might mistake him for a zombie on morphine, which wasn't all that far away from the truth seeing that he was dead at some point in time. He figured that a cold shower could help him wake up. So he walked out of his room and towards the bath, all the while a delicious smell wafted into his nose from downstairs. Toriel was already up and preparing breakfast.

While Asriel's hand was already pushing down the bathroom door's handle, his brain continued to lag far behind. As a result, he failed to notice that the door didn't open and how his face was now pressed against it. If someone were to open the door now, Asriel would pretty much just slump forwards and hit the floor face first.

"For fuck's sake," the sleepy prince grumbled underneath his breath in an agitated tone once his brain managed to process the situation. Someone was occupying the bathroom, and he was pretty sure who that someone was.