Chapter 1 – When It Began

Another lazy Saturday, with nothing to do.

AGAIN.

I woke up with a crick in my neck, rubbing against my bones to make them feel better. Yeah, that didn't necessarily work. Skipping past brushing my teeth and getting dressed, I went straight to the kitchen. Of course, the only logical breakfast choice was eggs, but as you might have figured out, I'm feeling kind of lazy.

-2 MINUTES LATER-

I've been staring at my fridge for what seemed like an hour. It probably wasn't, based on the things I think. So, get this; now I'm sitting on the couch eating week-old key lime pie. No wonder I never ate this! Who eats this stuff?! Bleh. Gross.

Sorry I'm in such a bad mood, but I'm not really a morning person. Ha, I guess you'd call me a night owl?

Anyways, I'm bored out of heck and really need something to pass the time. My gaming system is broken, I don't feel like doing any constant physical work (e.g. writing), and I want something that can pass time quickly…

Wait, what about a movie? Why didn't I think of that? I can be so dumb sometimes! I guess I could play….Wreck-It-Ralph? I bet my face lit up. I didn't even know I had this movie! (Considering it is my fave movie of ALL TIME). Just thinking about playing it is cheering me up already!

So, of course I put the movie in, and went to go make popcorn while it was playing the intro. Can't have a movie without popcorn! After about 3 minutes I returned to my wonderful spot on the couch, and proceeded to watch the movie starting at the meeting the villains have.

30 minutes or so pass and my throat and mouth are itchy from all that buttery popcorn (did I mention I put a LOT of butter on my popcorn? 'Cause I do.). As much as I don't want to get up, it gets to a point where it's completely unbearable and I have to have a drink of some sorts.

I was walking with my drink in hand and sort of half-tripped over my dog, Cookie. I spilled soda EVERYWHERE on my TV. I guess it must've gone through the cracks because the screen started going all static-y and making horrible noises. "Crap!" I was ticked off! I mean who wouldn't be mad if they just wasted soda on their 400 dollar TV?!

Then things started getting strange. Cookie started barking at the TV. "Shhh, Cookie! It's okay!" He wouldn't stop no matter what I did! The screen was acting strange too. Unless TV screens are supposed to look like a purple vortex, that is.

That's when it happened.

I felt a hand trying to pull me towards the screen, but I couldn't see anybody else around. I was officially freaked out. "AHHHHH!" I screamed in terror, getting closer and closer to the vortex. More hands grabbed me, but I tried to stay strong. I wouldn't let this…this…thing take me away! For all I know I could die any second!

Dear God, please let me survive this. I will be forever grateful.

What am I doing praying to God? Since when did I ever do that?

The force of another hand pulled me into the screen. I could see nothing but black.

Am I…am I dead?