Snippet #1874209

Jacob stretched. Oh, that made him dizzy. Don't do that. The pale form lay back, a slightly distressed look stretching his face. His mind swirled with spots of color and white and blue and green and white and pale pale pink and Oh! So much pain. Eyelids snapped over pink irises, washing light in darkness again. Better. How about one eye now? Ouch. Ow ow ow...okay, better. Other eye? No, no, yeah, okay, fine, whatever. Stretch? Yes. That was very much needed. Both his eyes hooded, Jacob's body stretched and undulated, pulling muscles that felt like sand back into their rightful positions. he made a low grunt, sitting up. He rubbed his eyes. His body swayed slightly like a tree under the duress of a gentle wind.

His muscles certainly were sand, the boy found as he tested his weight. He'd never been particularly coordinated, but usually he could stand properly. But nope. Hello ground, nice to meet you, you know, you are blue, light blue. That's a nice color, you know. You're cold. Don't like that, don't like that, get up, get up. GET UP! Oh, look at that. The albino struggled to his feet and to his surprise, found himself upright. He examined the floor. It didn't look cold, but the bottoms of his feet cried out with chills.

Why were his feet bare? Wait....why was the rest of him bare too? Woah, that was strange. Clothes, clothes, need some clothes, the air is cold, gooshflesh, so much gooshflesh and shivers, he hated it, hate it, hate it. Okay, not really, but he might have. Jacob didn't actually mind. it was no different to him. He contented himself to stand for a few minutes, staring at the wall as if it were the most fascinating sitcom he'd ever seen before jumping back into action with a spike of brain activity.

Clothes!

Wobbly, his limbs protested his every movement, but yet the young man managed to ransack the entire room, tugging everything that could be tugged, kicking things that he could not, and picking up anything that would let him. When he opened a light door a voice sounded, making him jump violently.

Please put you thumb on the touchscreen to open the clothes box

"Hello? I can't see you?" Jacob announced. "My name is Jacob." he paused for a second. "I know you are there. Hello?" The voice repeated himself, and then it did another two minutes later. At that point Jacob decided it best to heed the mechanical words. He, with much trembling of his forearms, put his finger on the touchpad with as much force as he could manage. The box opened, and in his wonder the boy forgot entirely about the rude voice. This was familiar, these clothes. They were a light grey color, uniform, pants, a shirt. He pulled them on. They felt familiar too. He reveled in that, his lips curving up slightly. These were his. They didn't smell like him though. They smelled like the inside of the box.

What to do now?