Flip the Coin [BL]-Chapter 168. Welcome back

What is going on? Where am I?

Opening my eyes, I see the sky. But when I turn to look around, I find myself lying on a landscape with strange grass. When I gaze at the horizon, I can see a slight bending in the atmosphere.

What is that grass? I grab it and pull it out, but my vision is blurred.

There are flies on the ground. I can’t see them clearly, but they don’t disappear even if I crush them.

What the hell? My head hurts; my whole body does. I touch my thigh and ram my nails into it. I see a red spot, but I don’t feel a thing.

What is this?

"UUHH." I can’t speak; it doesn’t work.

Something is wrong with my body, and if the pain didn’t render me useless, I could at least try to find out what the exact problem was.

I try to stand up, but when I put my weight on my hand, the ground buckles dangerously, warning me that it would be a mistake.

"UUHHHH!"

I WANT TO WAKE UP, I WANT TO WAKE UP RIGHT NOW!!

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Damn, that didn’t feel like a dream; it was so real, and at the same time, I was only left with strange images and impressions. What the fuck?

I wanted to run my hands over my face, but I wasn’t able to raise them. Looking down, I found them chained.

"What the..." I also noticed an orange prison uniform on my body, and when looking upward, I saw a bed above the one I was apparently lying on. Raising my upper body and looking straight ahead, I saw prison bars.

"Are you kidding me?" I tried to move my hands again, but they were chained to the damn chains on my feet.

"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?" I yelled, only for a guard to pass by the prison door and shout for me to shut up.

Ah, I recognize this treatment. It hasn’t been long since I experienced it, yet it feels like a whole damn century.

Okay. Calm down. That I am in here is one hundred percent my own fault, constantly thinking while crawling to the hellhole that even prison would be better.

"’Even if I go to prison, everything is better than here.’ Didn’t you say that, Kenny?" I mumbled to myself.

"Got your wish, so why are you complaining?"

Though this fucking hard prison bed isn’t as comfortable as the mattress in the upside-down mansion, and from the hellhole I could at least crawl out myself.

Sighing deeply, I closed my eyes again. If I can’t see it, it doesn’t exist.

So, why the hell am I locked up? I doubt they had locked up everyone, including the Four Hundred. Let’s see, if I had to guess, I’d say not only was Henry mistaken for his older counterpart, but I had been as well.

That would mean we had another Kenny counterpart who had turned criminal.

Just that it doesn’t match my theory. Before they knocked us out with the pink gas inside the car, I had finally realized where we were. And that was the high-end street I had seen in my vision where Henrietta3, aka the little vampire, had sat down to beg, discovering Kenny3.

Henrietta had whispered to Henrietta3 to constantly think about killing him and only do so when his eyes had turned red, and it had become likely that Kenny3 had a vision about her intention. All that in an attempt to get rid of Henrietta3 to acquire her powers through the link, unsuccessfully, yet also successfully, because Henrietta3 somehow opened another portal and came to the deer-monster world before being killed by me. So much for what had happened.

Yet, in my vision, Kenny3 was a little kid, so what did he do to get locked up? Yeah, no way.

Maybe I was just mistaken, and this was a similar word. Still, I am somehow sure—don’t know; I have a feeling.

Time difference—also a possibility. Then why was Henrietta still a child when I met her? She crossed over, time went by, and she should have killed her counterpart, the deer monster—or I have no idea why she had been so strong and fast, anyway. Then, I killed her. Time passed, and meanwhile, inside this New Age World, a few decades had gone by?

But we also opened the portal on the highway, went out, then back in, then back out. If the time difference was so great, wouldn’t a large amount of time have gone by?

Something doesn’t add up; I can only wait and see. I first have to find out why I am even here.

When I looked at the bed above mine, it wasn’t bending under someone’s weight, so nobody was inside the cell with me, or I would also have been called out for being loud.

It can’t be helped; sooner or later, I’d have to move. Rolling at the edge of my bed, I wanted to stand up but fell face down on the ground instead.

Fantastic.

Rolling onto my back, I squirmed around until I managed to stand up. Looking through the bars. This prison was definitely not the same one I had been to; it neither looked the same nor were the guards’ uniforms the same, so yeah.

I turned and noticed that I was truly alone in my cell. Time for a cigarette.

Sitting down on the edge of the bed, I conjured one up and smoked.

To find out more, I can either wait for my cellmate to return, if I even have one, or I can try to call for a guard. Though, they probably wouldn’t be very talkative.

So, why am I chained? I even needed to bend down to take a drag from my cigarette. Do they think I had also been ’corrupted’? Is that the reason they chained me? Maybe I wasn’t mistaken for my counterpart, and this place is just where they bring the ’corrupted’?

Hmmm...I thought a bit more about it until I flinched from the sting on my index finger.

Oh?

My cigarette...it had burned down to the filter, which couldn’t happen in two minutes, and...it still had not disappeared.

"Took me long enough." Look at the shit I went through; I had earned my goddamn upgrade years ago.

Eventually there was some good news, fuck. Finally.