Prologue
I never had an actual dream to follow before.
It's the truth.
My life wasn't the worst, but it certainly wasn't the best either.
I was academically smart, but my social skills were "clinical" at best. I enjoyed various forms of culture, yet one could find me alone in the corner of a cafeteria, trying to fall asleep. I had a strong sense of being, especially towards what was morally good and bad. Despite that, I had many irrational irritations. I wanted to make various friends to go through life with, but instead I posses two whom I have to call or text to at least share a brief conversation with.
A pretty average, lonely life.
Upon graduating from High School, I found myself loathing my very being during the entire ceremony, hating the fact that I didn't try hard enough to get out of my aspurger-induced shell. You would have to have been able to read minds to hear me crying on the inside as that part of my life ended.
Two months later and I was still under the impression that I would have to wait and die before the only dream I could ever call "mine" would ever be fulfilled.
"To cross over the horizon of this world. To leave this unmoving life behind. To join the adventure that never ends."
...
I was walking home that night, when my dream became real. The air was cool, pale clouds stretched out under the night sky, and stars twinkled brightly.
A young man of 19 drew in a deep breath, before exhaling, dully staring up at the stars.
"All of you are worlds that I'll never be able to see. Simply because the world I'm in lacks anything even remotely mysterious anymore." I lamented to the empty air, beyond certain that no one was listening. Like for the last 19 years.
"Fucking Zelretch." I chuckled grimly, knowing nothing would gather a response from any supernatural entities that may exist on my world in this small multiverse amongst many in an equally unimpressive omniverse under the dominion of an unsurprisingly boring God/Goddess. Simply because I said the same thing at least three times a day ever since I heard of the dimension hopping vampire.
I was on my way home after spending some time at a Yugioh tournament that my folks would have killed me for going to, regardless if I had won or not. Which I did not win due to a lack of practice and people using meta decks. Technically I was on my way to my aunt's house instead of my parents due to needing to drop off all of my cards there so my rents wouldn't toss them out.
I would not let them do that to my Firewall Dragon, Supreme King Z-ARC, Borrelload Dragon, or any other of my secret rare and non-rare cards!
It was as I was crossing the street by 7 Eleven that my phone buzzed, signalling that I had a message. Leaning against the building, I pulled out my phone and clicked on the message.
Then the world turned to black... not.
"We have been trying to reach you to tell you that you have unclaimed stu-"
"And delete." I deadpanned, getting rid of the spam text that showed up every other day.
CRACK!
I looked up to see a man with gray hair and a mischevious smile on his face.
"..." I pocketed my phone and slowly walked away, hopeing against hope that fate would stop being a bitch and not have my dream granted to me this way.
"So you're the boy who made Zack Gojira, right?"
The world shattered like glass as I fell through the break in reality.
"Thank you. And FUCK YOU ZELRETCH!" I shouted at the top of my lungs, exhilarated that I was finally leaving my world behind. My only fear at the time being that the damned troll was dropping me into a world where I was gonna get forced into fucking a gender swapped version of myself.
Thankfully that wasn't the case (because I was aware that the odds were NOT in my favor).