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You were the only child that didn’t have powers in a family of metahumans. Today you got kidnapped by a supervillain… and none of your family came to the rescue.
No, I say I don't have a power because the one I have is so utterly unusable. It's just a slightly different perspective on the world. A piece of knowledge I was born with and no further ability. It hasn't been even slightly useful to me in my entire life.
I know I'm part of a story. In fact, I can experience it as if it were writing. I know there was a massive pause in that sentence, and I got to think about it. I can see the box around me, this one not even on paper, though, none of it has been.
I know, except for this moment now, that I am not even the main character, and I barely get a say in what happens. My memories take the form of words on a solid background.
I have been described as careless, and sad. Some people think I'm depressed, maybe I am. Not that I hear them say it, but that I read them think it. Nothing better to do in this world than to read the story unfolding around me.
I was kidnapped by one of the supervilliains. Of course, right now I don't know the full extent of the situation, it hasn't even been described. That might as well happen now. It is dark. Late at night, my window is open as I am carried, half-asleep, from my bed, over the shoulder of a man with a cowboy hat. He does that signature cowboy jump as he leaps to the next roof over. I wouldn't call this guy very "super", if I'm being totally honest. Ooh, a big pause in writing right there. Some kind of block, likely. I'm brought across several rooftops, the movement getting less and less urgent each time we leap.
And a door materializes out of a puddle of orange liquid on the ground, which we step through. It was more like a trapdoor, as it was quite slanted, but as we drop through, there is a long hallway, and a girl holding a bottle of orange juice.
I don't know where we are going, but I do know that the end of me being the main character is coming to a close. It was fun while it lasted, but next is the self proclaimed "King of Spades". Fun. He's in the next room, and I have no idea why they would need me to do anything with him.
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Part of a world. Other writing prompts I've done share this world.
Including the raisin one.
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