Dexter watches as people move around the classroom, slowly settling into their seats. He straightens the pencil on his desk, trying to think of which textbook he needs to pull out. What class is this? He tries to focus in on the board but his view is obstructed by others. He glances around, his gut starting to turn. His classmates were not acting quite right. The noise in the classroom is a rumble. No discernable words are to be heard in the mess. He tries to rise, but he cannot. What is happening here?

Dexter starts to flip out, fear in his stomach. His classmates turn to him, their faces starting to melt. He tries to scramble backward, but again, he is stuck to his chair. It tilts backward, slamming his head into the floor. He feels his jaw lock up as he tries to speak the magic words. The melted body parts of his classmates begin to pool around him, covering his face and blocking his ability to breath.

A voice breaks into the teenagers attempt to scream.

"Wake up Dexter! Something's not right in the real world. "

'Real world? What?"

The voice that had called for him is familiar, yet his muddled brain is having a hard time it figuring out. Dexter yanks himself upwards, realizing how absurd the situation he currently is in. It hits him that Freakazoid is calling for him. His mind spins violently.

The teenager gasps, escaping from his dream. His eyes flash open, and his breath catches as he views the ceiling inches from his face. He jerks his head backward and he begins to fall downward, hitting his bed. Other objects fall down around his room. The crashing of his lamp startles the boy. Dexter breaths deeply as he tries to settle his racing heart. Freakazoid is loudly buzzing inside of his mind.

'What just happened?'

-I dunno. One minute I'm surfing the web and your dreaming, then your body starts to feel kinda urpy.-

'Right.'

Dexter runs a hand through his hair, weariness pressing against his eyes.

'Well, whatever just happened is over. Let's talk about it n the morning? I've got school.'

Freakazoid agrees, filing away the incident and setting a reminder for himself. Dexter leans back into his pillow, curling up under his blankets. Lighting flashes outside, rumbling thunder breaks across the sky, and rain pounds down on the roof. Dexter is able to sleep amongst the blasting noise from outside.

Dexter wakes up the next morning, feeling exhausted. He groans as he rises from his bed. Freakazoid murmurs lazily, sleepily insisting that they should not be going to school. Dexter sighs and quickly sends an email to Roddy about the incident the night before. Blinking slowly, the teenager dresses grabs his backpack and heads downstairs. Dexter had woken up far earlier than necessary for catching the bus. The additional time gained from this allowed him to drink his morning coffee without Duncan bothering him. Freakazoid mumbles as Dexter starts the coffee maker.

As the liquid begins to drip down, the brown haired teen starts rubbing his face aggressively. He pulls out his coffee mug, shifting around the kitchen. The sky outside the house is dark, bits of moonlight shining through straggling clouds left over from the storm the previous night. Dexter pours a cup of coffee, mixing in sugar and milk. After the caffeine enters his veins, Freakazoid perks up and starts to become more vocal inside of Dexter's mind.

-So, how much wood would a woodchuck chuck, if a woodchuck could chuck wood?-

'You ask this question every day. A woodchuck would chuck no wood if a woodchuck could chuck wood, because why would a woodchuck chuck wood?'

-Yeah, I ask everyday, cause I like your answer and it never matches up with what's common on the internet.-

'Alright then.'

Dexter sips his coffee, leaning back into his chair.

-So what do you think happened last night?-

'With the whole floating thing?'

-Yep! That was really weird, like an abduction.-

'Well, it wasn't that… I think it had something to do with your telekinetic powers.'

-Eh, I guess. I don't like that power much. It makes me feel icky when you were floating and hitting myself in the head with a brick was no fun.-

Dexter rubs his forehead sympathetically.

'Well, it's something we have to deal with eventually. Maybe if you train on it some more, random floating at night won't occur.'

-No. I don't wanna. That power didn't even guarantee me a third season. It was dumb.-

Dexter roles his eye, continuing to sip his coffee as he debates with Freakazoid.

'Don't be that way. If you learn to control it, you could be kinda like a Jedi.'

-With a lightsaber and everything?!-

Feeling Freakazoid latch onto the idea, Dexter thinks over the idea. While he liked Freakazoid, Dexter is really not sure that he wants the other teenager running around with a real laser sword.

'Well, they have lightsabers at the store if you want to get one quickly and cheaply. It won't be the best quality, but it will light up and make noises.'

-That would work for me!-

'Okay then, we'll go after school before your patrol and before we check for a response from Roddy.'

The rest of their conversation remains calm and time passes quickly. Soon enough it's time to get on the bus to head off to school.

I wanted to write more stuff for Freakazoid… So this happened. This one actually has a driving plot. Kinds. I'm working on it. I have 11% of a plan. But that 11% is solid! If you want this to be in the same universe as my other story, that's fine. I'm not treating it that way. But it could be.