1 Prologue.

A flash of light

A blur of color

Shapes began to form, swirling and vibrating as they formed a greater whole. Memories of a lifetime long forgotten flashing past in an instant.

A caring mother.

The first day of school.

Graduating college.

Faster and faster, twirling and dancing through the darkness. The images feverishly raced, Shooting by so quickly it was impossible to comprehend. Rippling and flowing like water, coalescing into a single point - All at once, they faded away. A faint light began to glow where they disappeared, forming a soul. That soul was Oliver Jenkins, and he had just died.

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The last thing Oliver could remember was going to bed the night before. He had gone through his nightly routine, laying down into his soft bed before drifting away. Waking up however, proved difficult. Trying to open his eyes, Oliver could see nothing. It was pitch black, no matter if his eyelids were open or closed. In fact, he wasn't sure he had eyelids at all. 'Where the hell am I? Am I dead?' Starting to panic, he reached out for any tactile sensation. He could hear nothing, see nothing, and feel nothing. He tried reaching for his face, but he found his limbs were pressed against something solid.

Moving proved fruitless, so he attempted to call out for help. Hoping that somebody, anybody, would hear his desperate cries. Opening his mouth provided no sound, but in doing so he found he could turn his neck just the tiniest amount. 'I can work with this' He thought to himself. Ever so slightly, his wiggle room increased as he jerked. His progress snowballed, and it was only a matter of time before he could move his head freely. All in all, It took about five minutes from start to finish.

'Nice!' he mentally cheered.

'Now I just need to escape... Whatever this is'

He tried feeling around his prison with his head, looking for weak points. Finding nothing, he mentally shrugged - before repeatedly bashing his head against the walls restricting his movement. Soon, a crack appeared. As he worked on freeing himself, light began to seep through the inner wall. Finally being able to see something increased his fervor tenfold. 'I'm almost there!' Breaking through, he unceremoniously flopped onto his back.

The sudden burst of color and sound was overwhelming to the now freed Oliver. His pain was more than evident. 'Fuck, my eyes! Goddamnit, that really hurts!' Oliver tried to voice his plight, but all that came out of his mouth was a chittery squeak. Looking down in confusion, he noticed several things. One, he no longer had hands. Two, he had just come from an egg, and three... He had no idea where the hell he was.

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