And there we were (2)

The world spun around Skye, whatever this world might be. His thoughts swirled in his head like a bad dream, voices and half thought out sentences kept repeating themselves in unison.

An hour later Skye started to come to his senses again, this time without instantly muttering something and falling back into his coma. This time the orb was ready and done playing games.

'Hey hey hey now take it easy, don't be scared. I'm right in front of you. Don't freak out, I might be incredibly sexy but I'm just a normal ball like you. If you die due to a concussion in the first hour all the others are going to make fun of me.'

Skye took a moment to once again feel his body as he started to prop himself against the tree that just knocked him out in the first round of a fight he never agreed to. Was he a ball now? Could balls be sexy? Would he be considered an ugly ball and never able to get a ball girlfriend? 

Skye was obviously suffering from a traumatic brain injury after his last hit.

He shook his head carefully as it was still throbbing, for better or worse, he was still the same human he has always been. He sighed and rested the back of his head on the tree and asked.

"Can you please, please, just tell me where I am and who you are?"

"Of course I can, I was always going to after scaring you a little bit, never meant for you to get knocked out and piss your pants"

Skye quickly looked down at his trousers to see if he did in fact piss his pants. It's one thing to lose a fight to a tree, it's another to do so so badly you wet yourself.

Of course they were dry. This was going to be a long conversation and Skye was wondering if he ever wanted to have it. He could just find out where he was eventually or die in the process, either way, would be less of a hassle than talking to this sexy orb. 

God was his brain bleeding out?

"Look you're going to have to make a choice, either cut the shit and tell me or shut up long enough for me to pull myself together to get out of here"

The orb let out a sigh. Well, if they could sigh. 

"God, was I always this much of a killjoy? Fine I'll give it to you straight, but you're not going to like it. I was just trying to lighten the mood. You know, a little bit of sugar helps the medicine go down."

"If scaring the shit out of me, getting me knocked out, and having me contemplate if orbs can be sexy is you lighting the mood then I'd rather the mood stay the way it was."

"You killed your world, and because of that your god is nearly dead Skye, I'm a fragment of your soul that was carved out of you when you were ripped from her grip, and for the rest of your life you'll have to suffer and fight. I would recommend you kill yourself here and now. If you decide to not take the easy way out, I'll help you navigate this world until I die."

The silence hung in the air. The medicine needed more sugar than just joking about him pissing his pants. He was still going to choke on this new reality wasn't he?