[ WP ] When NPCs are n't seen they are searching , constantly searching for places or items that will elevate them to the title of `` Side Quest NPC '' . It is fabled also that there is an ever greater title still .

I remove my shoes. Overwhelmed by the pungent and lingering smell of sweat, I exhale deeply and center my gaze on the ever so geometrically textured ceiling and sink into my pristine chair. It has been 942 cycles now that I have waited for my soulmate. Constant vigilance and persistence, my eyes grow weak from the strain of searching, yearning. 
 
 I become aware of the noticeable signals prodding my brain, alternating voltages insisting I sleep. I'm exhausted, eyes drooping, arms falling, chair rocking. Back. forth. back. Chest rising. falling. Sleep. is. what. i need... Next cycle... Faith, Dreams. 
 
 Lucidity. Presence in my dream state has always served as a consolation to the monotony that brings me false comfort. My world, my creation, my solace. I delve into the infinite expansion of my creation in which there are no physical bounds. I am not confined to alternating high and low voltages snapping and releasing tension in the strings sewn into my nerve endings. I'm elastic. It's my time now. 
 
'Do n't sleep' 
 
 An intruder invades my thoughts. Infuriated I moan in a half present, yet violently impatient voice, `` Lay me back down'', as my eyes slowly roll open. As the light repeatedly pulses against my retinas, I slowly blur into reality. However, I do n't see my house, my shoes, my chair, my textured ceiling. This is not my home. 
 
 I look around searching for something to orient myself with, something to ground me to this newfound reality, yet there is nothing. Nothing, with the exception of the intruders hauntingly gentle voice. 
 
'Apologies for the disturbance and excuse my laconicity; time is cherished. I've known you awhile and I need to meet outside of this state. When you wake, do not fight.' 
 
 The world around me slowly coalesced via infinitesimally small pixels vibrating into place. Feelings of pin prickles, waves of an ocean carving a new shore for me to stand on. As my body reorients the staunch smell of stale sweat seeps into my unspoiled nostrils. I flicker my eyes, wondering what the hell just happened. 
 
 Beginning my morning routine, I trudge into the mildew coated bathroom. Still bewildered I run the water to clean my face of the solidified salt lingering from the day prior. A quick jolt as the cold water brings me into reality. A subsequent splash brings unfamiliar jolt. Quick alternating jolts, voltages in an order previously foreign to me. Urges. 
 
'Do n't fight' 
 
 Unnaturally, I give in. Flowing with my urges as the salt flows with the water. I do n't need to get ready for the morning. I need to leave. Now. Shoes and water. I do n't know where I am going, but someone does. Door ajar and water running, I leave what was previously known as my home. The doctor has a new home for me. 
 
 
 
 
 
 

