WARNING: This is a work of fiction. Drug use, including alcohol and other substances, can have serious and harmful consequences in real life. The dangers are real—never glamorize or normalize these behaviors.
Jas stood still, slightly bending his knees, afraid to move because one thing was certain.
He couldn't swim.
He looked around, water was everywhere. The living room was gone. The furniture, everything, had disappeared, leaving only a vast ocean stretching endlessly. In front of him sat Hector. He had been on a sofa, Jas was sure of it, but now…now he was on a ship.
This can't be happening... what we took wasn't hallucinogenic drugs...
Jas thought. But then again, they had mixed the drugs with alcohol and Greenweed, putting them into a dreamlike state where reality blended with whatever was in their minds.
And that explained it.
When he saw Hector getting cooked by the drug, he had gotten up for water. His drugged mind had simply created what he was thinking about water which beca the ocean.
"He—" Jas tried to speak, but the words barely left his mouth. Every alphabet felt like a tongue twister. "He...tor." He tried again but he couldn't and Hector on the other hand was lost in his own world, smiling at Jas, his eyes barely open.
Move, Jas. Move.
He thought. But that was easier said than done. His body felt like nothing…like it wasn't even his own anymore. He tried to take a step, but his legs wouldn't move.
Paranoia began to set in. He was terrified of sitting down, afraid of the water that surrounded him.
So he remained frozen in place, his eyes locked on Hector, who suddenly opened his eyes wide.
"I see…" He mumbled, pointing at the ceiling.
Jas slowly looked up, but for him, there was nothing. Just the sky, his mind had hallucinated.
"Se...e...what?" He tried to ask.
"Lo...ok… they're..." Hector pointed again, but Jas still saw nothing.
"W…ho…?" Jas asked, but before he could get an answer, his knees gave out. He collapsed back onto the sofa, which, in his hallucination, felt like floating in water.
"Al…inedss…" Hector struggled to form words. "A…l…ens… elins… fo...g…" He kept trying, but he couldn't put the word together.
anwhile, Jas was suffering through stage two of the trip.
He was still hallucinating the ocean, but now the drug started to affect his vision and his perception of ti.
His vision beca dizzy and blurred, with colors changing every ti he blinked. It was as if he were experiencing every color of the world, understanding the colors themselves and what they ant.
anwhile, Hector leaned forward a bit, staring at Jas. After a few monts of thought, he finally found the right combination of letters and managed to form the word he wanted to say.
"Aliens..." He muttered, pointing at the ceiling again.
The word "aliens" was like a trigger for Jas, just as water had been earlier.
It was a reference to the app they had been using, which had those annoying pop up ads. When Hector first felt the effects, he had looked at his phone and saw an ad for an alien ga.
But now, as Hector said the word, everything changed. The ocean around Jas disappeared, and he was suddenly back in the living room.
He thought the trip was finally over as his vision returned, but only in his right eye. His left eye was still caught in the swirl of colors. Hector, however, was still staring up.
"Aliens?" Jas asked him, slowly looking up at the ceiling.
For Hector, the word "aliens" ant foreign beings and monsters from movies.
But for Jas, "alien" ant space and galaxies.
And there it was…there was a fucking galaxy on the ceiling. No, the ceiling beca the galaxy. Stars, beautiful colors, just like the pictures online.. It was all there.
On the other hand, Hector's trip was different.
For him, there were aliens waving at him.
"I… I don't get it…" Jas mumbled.
But Hector wasn't hearing him.
The aliens, at first distant, began to approach him. Their figures were shifting, blurred in the way his mind interpreted them, tall, with features impossible to define.
Hector wasn't just tripping anymore. He was lost.
"They're here... they're real..." He waved back at them.
But for Jas, it was too much.
The galaxy above him shifted into sothing darker. Stars blinked out, and the colors bled into each other, creating a vortex that seed to drag him in.
"No…" Jas' hands reached for anything solid to not let that vortex get him. "I need to wake up…"
He was caught between fear and curiosity, the need to pull himself back from this fucked up trip. He couldn't hold on much longer. The pull was too strong.
Every ti he blinked it felt like he was discovering new colors that didn't even have nas.
He wasn't sure if he was experiencing reality or if he was becoming a part of the colors themselves, trying to figure out what they ant.
It was wild. He could barely keep up.
But panic? Nah.
He wasn't going there. He was an expert at this. Even though it was his first ti tripping like this, he knew one thing for sure, the mont you let panic take over, you're done for. So, he let go.
He just floated with it.
The floor beneath him was still warping like he was sitting on a lting puddle, and Hector?
He was still looking at the ceiling like he was waiting for the aliens to land, anwhile Jas was floating in outer space experiencing the beauty of the galaxies, nebulas.
But it was just his mind making up all of it from photos he saw, but still it was beautiful, but also... terrifying. Like he was about to get sucked into the blackhole.
Jas looked over. "He….yo… go…od…?" He could see Hector's eyes were wide, but it wasn't just from the drugs.
He was seeing sothing. He was there. In so other dinsion.
"They... they're here…"
"Who…?" Jas asked, his own paranoia kicking in now.
"The ones who.. they're watching us…" Hector continued, completely lost in whatever world he was in.
Jas's mind was racing, but then the world started to lt again, the ceiling warping into a black hole.
Everything was stretching
He felt like he was being pulled into the ceiling,
He could hear water now, gurgling beneath him, even though there was none. And the ocean was coming back. Not the literal ocean, but the feeling of it. The sensation of drowning in colors and sound.
No, no, no this isn't real! Jas kept thinking that, but it only made the trip worse.
The more he fought it, the deeper he sank into it and then the whispers started. Soft at first, but they were growing louder. He swore he could hear soone calling his na.
He looked around but there was no one and he started to panic but in the right mont, Hecto pulled him out of it.
"Jas... look. Thy....wavin at m."
"Wa..vin?" Jas mumbled, but it didn't matter. It wasn't real. Or was it?
As he tried to make sense of it, everything snapped.
The room froze. The ocean, the galaxy….they were gone. In the blink of an eye, the world reset.
Everything was normal again.
Except... nothing was normal
He looked around at Hector, who was still staring up at the ceiling with wide eyes, mumbling sothing.
Jas blinked, trying to figure out if he was still tripping, but one thing was for sure…he needed to help Hector sohow.
He pushed himself off the sofa, and then…phase two kicked in.
He was drunk as fuck.
The first step he took, he lost his balance and fell straight onto the coffee table, the one they'd been using to sniff up the White Magic.
The good news? He didn't feel any pain, nothing at all. The world just spun. Round and round. He tried to get up, but he couldn't.
So, he decided to crawl toward the kitchen.
His arms shook as he pulled himself along. It felt like the kitchen was kilotres away, but it was only about 16 ters.
When he finally managed to get there he gripped the counter to pull himself up, and managed to grab the first bowl he could find.
He filled it with water and the bowl felt heavier than it should've, and when he turned around to look back at Hector, it seed like the distance was growing and his head just spun more, so he did what he need to and get back to the ground and started crawling back while pushing the bowl in front of him.
Ten minutes later, he was back at Hector's side where he used all his strength to stand up and he was finally ready.
"Get the fuck up!" He shouted and he dumped the water onto Hector's head.
He gasped for air and coughed as the water went into his nose and mouth.
Finally over….
But just as the thought crossed his mind, the corner of his eye caught a flicker of movent. A shadow, a figure... soone standing at the doorway.
"Who's there?!" He shouted as he turned around. But the figure was gone.
The paranoia kicked back in.
"Did you see that Hector?"
He didn't answer. He was too busy rubbing his face, still trying to piece together what was real and what was...whatever the hell they had just gone through.
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