Mason's POV
Is it possible for them to make ANY MORE NOISE IN THE MORNING! By the Nine, at least they finally left, now I can... fuck, I can't go back to sleep. Friday, the day where I don't have college, and yet, I still wake up at eight. I kicked off my sheets, heard the dog scamper off the bed, and I rolled off the mattress. I am not a morning person. First things first, to the toilet.
One monster shit later, I wander my way to the kitchen and grab, well, actually, everything sucks. I forgot, shopping is done tomorrow, so there is nothing to eat. I head back to my room and put on my bathrobe. Well, today is the day to go paintballing! Kenny will be taking me, well, I will be driving as he doesn't have a license; lazy bastard.
After watching several videos on YouTube, I got board. Staring at the background of my desktop, I began to question my existence. Quickly putting that thought out of my mind, and looked at the time. 8:15. I looked to the phone and thought about calling Kenny out of sheer boredom. Well, I'm sure he would understand. I picked up the phone and dialed the number.
"I thought I told you, DON'T call me before ten. Did you forget?" Well, I guess I understand why he is so angry, this IS the third time after all. Oh, well, time to play ignorant, "Oh, I thought you meant before eight, my bad."
"TEN! I SAID TEN! NOT BEFORE TEN!" I cringed slightly.
"Well, I'm board. So, are we going to do something before the games?"
"No, let me go back to sleep. Do NOT call me until it is at least ten."
"Well, you can't go back to sleep, because look how awake you are now." I heard a groan before the line died.
"H'afrumph! Well then, if you're going to be like that... perhaps its best I take my leave. A good day to you sir. I said good day!" I said to the dead line. I play way too much Skyrim...
I dropped my phone in my pocket and wandered to my nightstand and began my routine inspection of my dagger. Rusted as usual. I then noticed something strange.
Why is the floor metal? And why was I in a restroom stall? I stared at the stall door for about a minute while my brain tried to process this new information. I decided to blame society for this as I slowed my heart rate back down to normal levels.
-Don't mind me, I'm just a divider-
Kenny's POV
"TEN! I SAID TEN! NOT BEFORE TEN!".
"Well, I'm board. So, are we going to do something before the games?"
"No, let me go back to sleep. Do NOT call me until it is at least ten."
"Well, you can't go back to sleep, because look how awake you are now." I groaned before I hung up.
Damn bastard, waking me up at eight, whatever. I'm going back to sleep. I randomly picked up my glasses case. I wonder if I should bring this paintballing. I walked over to my dresser and prepared my US marine BDU when I noticed something strange. Why is my uniform on a toilet? I thought I put it on a chair. Looking up, I saw myself in a restroom stall. My breath caught in my chest and I felt a small panic attack come on. I felt the fight or flight instinct begin to overcome me as I looked around. Ok, calm down, Kenny. Deep breaths, deep breaths. Then, I heard the stall door open. Oh shit. My head quickly darted to the door, which was open.
There stood someone with a short military style haircut, wearing a grey uniform, "Oh, I'm sorry, I wasn't aware this was occupied."
"It's fine."
"Ok, just remember to lock it next time." The door was closed again. Oh my god Oh my god Oh my god. Deep breaths, you made it through. Ok, who the hell was that, where am I, AND WHY IS IT SO COLD! I fumbled with the 'lock' and I think I locked it. I couldn't tell. I put on the uniform I brought with me. Ok, what do I have on me? My glasses and case, my uniform, my phone, and my sandals. I am screwed... and I have to piss. May as well.
Authors Note: We are still new to writing, so we have no set schedule for updates.
-The Fox God
I'm here too.
-La Volpe Divinita
