"Goddamnit."

With a groan i forced myself into a upright position. Leaning my aching back against a nearby tree. I turned my gaze onto my surroundings. Bleary eyes trying to give sense to my muddled brain. But in opening my eyelids. I revealed the tender organs to the not so tender mercies of the sun.

"Ugh, I must have really hit my head hard for it to hurt this much."

I paused.

"Or have gotten really shitfaced."

I chuckled, realizing that the latter was the much more likely candidate for my mind splitting migraine. My chortles unfortunately soon drew to an end. For my brain gained enough clarity to ask the question of the hour.

"Where the hell am I!"

With my vision no longer inhibited. I was very quickly able to ascertain that i was indeed no longer in my filthy apartment that i call home. Much rather, i was in the middle of a rather dense forest. The tree i was leaning against was one of an uncountable number of green topped oaks that seemed to form a sort of enclosure around me. The midday sun was shining brightly through the clearing in trees above my head, letting its light grace the budding fauna on the ground. And more importantly, give me a headache.

"This one time I wouldn't mind a pair of Wyatt's ridiculous sunglasses."

After a long sigh at the antics of my wayward friend. I stood my creaking bones up. Stretching my arms above my head to alleviate the sore sore muscles. With a breath of satisfaction at the responding pops. I walked my slightly less pained body to the middle of the clearing. Quickly deciding that i didn't want to think about the location problem. I instead took stock of my person.

"Coat? Check. Hat? Che-"

My hands touched nothing but my blonde hair.

With widening eyes and a quickening pulse. I whipped my head in all directions seemingly at once trying to find my most prized possession. Headache all but forgotten i swiftly took to pacing back and forth over the entirety of the clearing. Scanning the overgrown grass in hopes of finding the article. After what seemed to be hours of intense searching, i saw a bit of black nestled into the bottom branches of a tree. Without any hesitation, i quickly scrambled my lanky frame up the trunk. After about three feet of climbing it was within my grasp. Locking my legs around the tree to stabilize me. I reached out both my hands and snatched it down. I hugged the hat to my chest posessively. Assuring myself that i wouldn't let it out of my sight again.

I love my hat.

However in the process of engaging in this joyful reunion of man and leather i forgot a critical fact.

I never really had the strongest of legs.

CRUNCH

The crash that came after the fall was quite loud considering my unbecoming frame.

Standing up from the now flattened grass beneath me with a groan. I sat the hat where it belonged to stay. My head. Feeling paranoid now that more of my possessions might have disappeared into the woodwork. I decided to to a full pat down of my person However as I was checking to make sure i had my wallet and phone. (Both there, thankfully.) I saw more black on the ground. To my disappointment, this was not a trove of hats. But rather a large symbol drawn on the ground in black charcoal. It appeared to be a rather large depiction of a bull skull with twin revolvers acting as the crossbones. And judging by its location. It was just where I landed a few moments ago

"Cool."

".."

".."

My brain finally caught up with its earlier thought. Now having nothing hat related to distract it.

"Oh yeah, I have literally no clue where I am."

I facepalmed.

"Gosh I get so scatterbrained sometimes"

Even though i should be panicking like a normal person right now. I feel fine. Mainly because this is definitely a prank that Wyatt is pulling! This has him written all over it. I mean, who doesn't have a friend that would knock them out and drag them into the wilderness alone!

As i chuckled and shook my head once again at Wyatt's antics. I took notice of two things.

One. This doesn't seem like a nearby forest in any regard. It was to wet, we don't get much rain in arizona.

Two. I didn't have my facial.

With the latter being obviously a much more serious issue. I quickly took out my phone and turned on the camera.

"Ok Wyatt. Now that's just not cool."

The once glorious, immaculate, dare i say perfect mustache and goatee were gone. Replaced by bare, clammy, acne covered skin!

Wait….

Acne!

I looked up from where my work of art was supposed to be and instead look at the entirety of my face.

Gone was the handsome man I have come to be. And in its place...

Was a twelve year old.

Unconsciously tipping my hat to the back of head, and leaning closer to the camera. I began to examine. My hair was still the short spiky cut I have had the entirety of my life. And my eyes still smoldered there dusty green. But where my jaw had become chiseled. It was now round. Where my cheeks had become shallow. They were now covered in a bit of baby fat. Yep, That twelve year old me alright.

But then how the heck was I wearing my clothes?

Turning of my phones display and sliding into my coats pocket. I checked myself to make sure i was indeed wearing the same apparel that i've worn since sophomore year of highschool. But yep. I was indeed garbed in my knee length green duster. With the all black vest, pants, and boots underneath it. With the black hat to top it all.

What, i was really into cowboys.

Anyway. How was it that all this fit?

I cut my self-examination short. Deciding that my ego had taken a grave enough blow for one day. I held the sides of my duster and kicked the dirt beneath my feet. Grumbling all the while about how unfair life was.

"Even Wyatt couldn't have done this."

But that statement gave myself pause.

"Then who the hell did do this?"

I quickly ran a list through my head of people that hated me enough to turn me back into a prepubescent teen. Needless to say. The list was depressingly long. Yet even i knew that no one on earth possibly had the capability to change someone's age. That could only mean one thing. With my eyes alight like a inventor who just found the answer to a difficult problem. And my index finger raised to the sky. I gave my answer.

"I must be incredibly high!"

That's it! Wyatt is always trying to make me socialize and make new acquaintances. He probably took me to a party and got me titty twizzled! I winced as I felt a phantom slap on the back of my head for my colorful language.

"Sorry Ma."

Having successfully placated the dead he continued

"I must be hallucinating! How else would i be seeing such a thickly wooded forest in a dry place like Arizona."

"I mean, it's either that…"

Out of the shadows surrounding the clearing. Something raised from its slumber. Having been woken by the constant noise of the wanna be cowboy.

"Or i'm actually in the middle of some unknown foreign forest…"

The entity began the difficult task of rising. Large muscles having to bring an even larger frame to bear.

"Having been turned back into my twelve year old body…"

The sun set past the tree line. Shrouding the clearing in shadow. Making the once welcoming colors of the forest turn dark and menacing.

The green eyed man gesticulated wildly

"And that would be crazy!"

But out of the shadow even beyond that…

"I must be trippin! No doubts now." The blonde seemed desperate

A pair of eyes opened

"Yeah…" His voice dropped

They were red, they shined with bloodlust.

The glowing caught the gaze of the man.

"Because it's either that…"

The eyes grew larger as the beast began its approach. Now wide awake in the blossoming night. Sensing easy prey.

"Or Doc,"

The beast burst from the trees in a display of inhuman speed. The white bone on its face making a stark contrast between it and the new night. The red markings in the bone itself, blurring. As the unknown wolf like beast approached the man at blinding speed.

"Your not in kansas anymore."

And then. All hell broke loose.