Pretending to Be an Untouchable Crime Boss-Chapter 97: Tripping.

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.

James 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, James was sure of it, but now…now he was on a ship.

This can't be happening... what we took wasn't hallucinogenic drugs...

James 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.

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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 became the ocean.

"He—" James 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 James, his eyes barely open.

Move, James. 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.

James 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 James still saw nothing.

"W…ho…?" James 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.

Meanwhile, James 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 time.

His vision became dizzy and blurred, with colors changing every time he blinked. It was as if he were experiencing every color of the world, understanding the colors themselves and what they meant.

Meanwhile, Hector leaned forward a bit, staring at James. After a few moments 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 James, 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 game.

But now, as Hector said the word, everything changed. The ocean around James 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?" James asked him, slowly looking up at the ceiling.

For Hector, the word "aliens" meant foreign beings and monsters from movies.

But for James, "alien" meant space and galaxies.

And there it was…there was a fucking galaxy on the ceiling. No, the ceiling became 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…" James 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 James, it was too much.

The galaxy above him shifted into something darker. Stars blinked out, and the colors bled into each other, creating a vortex that seemed to drag him in.

"No…" James' 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 time he blinked it felt like he was discovering new colors that didn't even have names.

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 meant.

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 time tripping like this, he knew one thing for sure, the moment 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 melting puddle, and Hector?

He was still looking at the ceiling like he was waiting for the aliens to land, meanwhile James 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.

James 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 something. He was there. In some other dimension.

"They... they're here…"

"Who…?" James asked, his own paranoia kicking in now.

"The ones who.. they're watching us…" Hector continued, completely lost in whatever world he was in.

James's mind was racing, but then the world started to melt 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! James 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 someone calling his name.

He looked around but there was no one and he started to panic but in the right moment, Hecto pulled him out of it.

"James... look. Thy....wavin at m."

"Wa..vin?" James 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 something.

James blinked, trying to figure out if he was still tripping, but one thing was for sure…he needed to help Hector somehow.

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 kilometres away, but it was only about 16 meters.

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 seemed 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 movement. A shadow, a figure... someone 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.