So I've had this idea for the LONGEST time, but never could really grasp where I wanted to go with it. Recently, I finally decided the direction I wanted it to go in. So please enjoy one of my most thought out stories ever. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Hi, my name is Jack. Jack Ricky, at your service... Not. I would NEVER do something like that for nobody. Anyway I want to ask you a question... And no it's not because I experience this... I'm just curious is all. H-have you ever had a dream that seemed to suck you in? Like suddenly the dream is more than... A dream. It takes in your whole life and it drives you UP A WALL! SERIOUSLY I JUST WANT A DAMN BREAK! Sorry about that, I try not to lose my cool, it just happens. Anyway, after that outburst I just had, I feel like I should repay you with a bit of honesty. I am a huge lucid dreamer. Don't know what it is? Figures, coming from somebody like you. Lucid dreaming is when you can control your dreams. Like... It's kinda hard to explain but I can do whatever I want in my dreams. If I want to fly, I can just do it. I especially loved to create villains and monsters and pretty much anything I could imagine! I used too love doing this! Love it! But unfortunately, there is two sides to everything. It first began last Monday, I had plans to create a cool new monster call the "gigantatron!" A huge robot with tentacles and all! And you can tell me that this is immature for a 16 year old boy such as myself but I like doing it so that ends that. Anyway I dismissed myself from my family at about 9:00 o'clock, barely able to contain my excitement for the cool stuff I could create that night. I layed in bed at stared at the ceiling, waiting for my eyes to close and let the fun begin. It didn't really happen as fast as I would like, eventually I checked my phone, the digital clock reading midnight. I let out a groan. That is when the dream began... ~~~~~~~ Anyway I hope I could entertain you with a cool start, kinda full for now but tomorrow morning I will update with more information. I hope you enjoy and I will A B CYA
It began with me falling from the sky, landing straight on my back. The pain was bad, but I sat up. Why did I do that? I did not make that happen! Why was this happening? I shrugged it off and walked around a desert, another thing I did not make. Things were weird, what was going on. I was lost... Stuck with only myself. Until I saw them. It was a group of teens, looked older than me, but not by a lot. Who were this people? They were not familiar and I'm damn well sure I didn't wish them here. "Hey! Hey you guys! What the hell are you doing here?" I yelled, demanding an answer. The group turned around and all looked at me, their faces in all different emotions ranging from pissed to strangely happy. Suddenly, one of them approached me. He was definetely the leader of the crew, what with his jet black hair, he was tall as hell, and don't even get me start on his muscles. This guy was a total gym rat. He approached me even more, standing only a couple feet away from me when I saw he had a scar, a long one, down his face, streaking across his left eye. "Who are you? How did you get here?" I he asked me in a forceful tone. "Listen guy, this is my dream. Now why don't you take your little pity party and leave." I demanded in a sassy tone. "You... Oh my god… your t-the dreamer!" He stuttered, appearing almost afraid of me. He quickly showed me that the look on his face was not fear, and actually want. Because he punched me in the face, knocking me out cold.
The last thing I can remember is waking up, being carried by the guy I thought the leader of that little group. I came to about an hour later, my head hurting like hell. My vision crossed as I struggled to scan the room, I was in some sort of... Dining room. I could smell something cooking... What the hell was going on. "Hey..." I sputtered desperately. "Where... Where am I." I asked. Suddenly I heard a yell, it was a high pitched tone no doubt belong to a girl. "Hey guys! He's awake!" She yelled enthusiastically. I managed to control myself enough to be able to look at her. She was short and lengthy, but kinda hot. She had bright pink hair, which was really frickin' annoying as it hit my face as she stuck a spoon in my mouth. Now it was soup, but when you wake up in a strange place being feed, I'm not taking my chances. I spat the liquid out onto the floor, quickly becoming aggressive. "Hey what the hell are you doing?" I hollered at her as her friends began to fill the room. I almost immediately recognized the man the punched me, pushing his way to the front. There was five of them total. Two girls and three boys. The all wore the same curious look on their face. "What are you all looking at?" I said defensively. "If everything works out..." The pink haired girl muttered with a serious tone. "Our hero."
"Hero? Like hell I'm doing that." I say, beginning to stand from the chair as the leader pushed me down. "You have to, your own life is at risk here!" He snapped at me. Now normally I'm pretty good with keeping my temper under control, but sometimes I just snap. Happens to everyone, no? I slapped his hand out of my way. "It's over the second I wake up so back the hell off as*hole." I growled. He pushed me down, lifting his fist in a threating manner before the pink haired girl grabbed his arm and yelled. "Johnny knock it off!" I snorted. "Shouldn't you keep your dog on a leash?" He shook around, but the pink haired girl quickly stood in front of him. "Johnny he might be the only way you'll ever see your old friends again so knock it off!" She said before turning and smiling at me. "I'm Megan." She introduced. "This is Bill, Mike and Sydney." She said introducing the group. Bill was a slightly heavy set Cacussian with big arms. He wore overalls and a bright orange hard hat, which pulled a laugh out of me. Mike was an African American kid with dreads and a yellow hoodie. Seriously what the hell with all the bright colors? Sydney stood there, an pretty girl with chestnut hair and tan skin. "Hey, Megan was it? Anyway, can I talk to you because right now you seem to be the least violent of you weirdos." She rolled her eyes but grabbed my arm, yanking me into a corner. Suddenly she wasn't the hot chick I just met. "Listen here, you are going to tell these people your our hero or I will kill you myself." "Megan... I'd love to take place in your little game or whatever but uh... I'm no hero."
"Look, I don't know what you guys are into, but count me out." I explained, clearly annoyed. "I swear... You are going to do this or I will kill you." She said as she pushed me away, back into the group. "So, you wanna explain?" Asked Bill, he had a thick country accent, which drew a laugh from me. "Okay Huckleberry Finn, I am dreaming and when I wake up, I'm not going to have to deal with this." He pushed me, clearly not happy with the joke I made. "You ever say something like dat again and I'll beat you down." "Alright, relax." I muttered. "Anyway, I understand you guys need help and all, but you're not getting it from me." And then I woke up. (Short update, I promise a longer one tonight/tomorrow morning.)