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Narrator woke up somewhere unfamiliar. Where in the universe am I? he asked itself.
The place he happened to wake up in reeked of rotting garbage. It felt like it was about to throw up. Narrator quickly ran out of the alley and took in a breath of fresh air. Well, fresher air. It noticed that the air wasn't very fresh like he was used to. How do humans live like this?
Narrator didn't have time for questions like that though, it needed to figure out what was going on. He walked over to someone and tapped their shoulder to get their attention. The human looked over at Narrator. "What do you want?"
The Narrator opened its mouth to answer, but nothing came out. He tried to speak again. Nothing. It tried one more time. Still nothing.
Where's my voice!?
He looked at the human, who was obviously getting impatient for a response. Narrator panicked and ran away. Things were not going well for Narrator, especially when it realized that it itself was also a human now. Why was he so worried about being human? Wasn't he always human?
He doesn't entirely think so. Does that even matter? It likely has more important things to worry about. Like finding somewhere to sleep or something to eat, among a plethora of other things.
Gods, he needs therapy.