Krillin awakes with a start. He had just been training innocently with Goku, when something had hit the back of his head hard. Then he just remembers black. Groaning, he rubs his neck and sits up, realizing he's in a room with 2 beds. He's occupying the one closest to the door. The room itself is plain, painted light orange. There's a dresser by the head and a trunk at the foot of each bed. The beds are parallel to the door, side by side. Across from him lies a young man, tall and large in stature, with blonde hair, tanned skin and wears a brown bomber jacket with an American flag on the arm. His glasses are askew and there's a red welt on the side of his neck.
'He must have been abducted as well.' Krillin thinks. Then he notices a paper taped to the door. Getting up slowly, he pads over to it and rips it off the door.
To whoever it may concern.
If you have found this, you are probably awake.
Krillin snorts.
If the other is not awake, please awaken him and wait until the door unlocks. Do not try to break it down; you will simply hurt yourself.
Krillin looks at the door and reaches out to jostle the handle. The letter was telling the truth. In hindsight, he doesn't realize exactly why he did this; he already knew it was going to be locked. But perhaps the breaking down part was a bluff?
He rears back and kicks the door with all his might, then stumbles back with nothing more then a bruised foot.
"YOW!" He yells, and the blonde sits up promptly.
"WHAT?!" He yells, disoriented, and Krillin rubs his newly purpling foot.
"Hey." Is all he can think to say.
"Where am I?" The blonde asks loudly, and Krillin shrugs.
"I know as much as you." He says, and hands him the note. The blonde scans it with electric blue eyes, and then looks up.
"Did you try to break it down?" He asks.
"Yeah, whoever wrote this wasn't kidding." Krillin says, and the young man stands.
"I CAN BREAK IT DOWN, BECAUSE I'M THE HERO!" He yells, and body slams into the door. With a sickening crunch, he hobbles back, and rubs his shoulder.
"I think I dislocated it…" He says sheepishly, pain lacing his voice and features. Krillin sighs and helps him to the bed, then yanks his arm harshly.
"OW!" The man yells as it pops back into place. "THAT HURT!"
"It's better now." Krillin grins. "I'm Krillin."
"My name's Alfred F. Jones, otherwise known as America!" The boy says, and Krillin stares at him.
"America…?" He asks.
"Yeah, I'm the representative for the good ol' US of A! It's that, like, totally awesome?" He says excitedly. Suddenly there's an audible click. They both turn towards the door in confusion.
"Was that the door?" Krillin asks, walking over and trying the handle. The door slides open, opening to a dimly lit hall. Across from him, another door opens, and a man with a large hammer in hand steps out. He spots him and charges towards the room, and Krillin slams the door shut.
"HOLY CRAP!" He says as the man pounds on the door, yelling something in an odd language. Suddenly there's a thud, and the pounding stops. Krillin cracks the door open to see the man sitting on the floor, a hazy look in his eye, hammer beside him. America looks over Krillin's shoulder.
"What was that about, man?" He says, and Krillin shrugs.
"He probably thinks we kidnapped him." He says, when a voice rings through both their heads.
'Head down the hall towards the light.' It says, and Krillin shakes his head.
"Whoa. For a second I thought I heard a voice." He says, and America grins.
"So I'm NOT crazy!" He says, and Krillin blinks.
"You heard it too?" He asks. America nods.
"It said head towards the light." He says, scanning the hallway for any source of light. Down the left, there's a bright white light, and America darts towards it.
"Wait! What if it's a trap?!" Krillin yells, chasing him. "And what about that guy?"
"It's ok, nothing can hurt me! I'm the hero!" The blonde says, and Krillin groans.
"I'll go get that other guy." He says, and America nods. The martial artist heads back and slings the man's arm over his shoulder, helping him to his knees.
"I gotcha." He says, and the man reaches back to grab his hammer. "Whoa, chill out! I won't hurt you, I'm helping, see?"
"…I need Mjolnir." The man eventually says, gripping it weakly. "It feels as if a bolt of lightning struck me. Did you create it?"
"No, I can't make lightning." Krillin says, helping him down the hallway. "Hey, did you find a letter in that room you were in?"
"Yes. It instructed me to wait until the door unlocked." The man says.
"Do you know how we got here?" Krillin asks.
"No. I was with the Man of Iron and the Captain when I was suddenly struck from behind and blacked out." He says.
"Huh. I'm Krillin, by the way." Krillin says.
"I am Thor of Asgard, Son of Odin." The man says as they are immsered in the light. It takes a second for their eyes to adjust, but when they do, they realize they're in the middle of a large room, with a bunch of arguing men. Some are dressed gaudily, some plainly, some with silver hair, some with blue, some with orange, and others with black. Some are tall, some are short, some are muscular, and some are thin. Some are extremely pretty.
"Where ARE we?!" Krillin asks, and a quiet voice from the back chuckles.
"I'm glad you asked." It says. It's distinctly female, and all turn toward it.
Standing before them are 7 young ladies. One is chubby, with brown skin, a black Afro and black glasses. Another is pale skinned with a round face and 20's pin up style, platinum blonde hair, a ditzy look on her face. One is thin and angular, with distinctly Asian eyes and skin tone, and a harsh disposition, black hair pulled up in a rough ponytail and bangs hanging into her eyes. Two look almost exactly like the first, the only difference is one is adorned in pink and has long hair, and the other is dressed in navy blue and has short hair. One has golden ringlets, a halo above her head and small white wings on her back, a pleasant smile on her face, and the last is buxom and dressed scantily, with black coffee skin and shiny, jet black hair. She has a bushy wolf tail and ears. The first, the one in the front, smiles at them all.
"I'm glad to see you all made it here ok!" She says. A man with long, silver hair and ears like the wolf girl's, dressed in a red hakama suit, marches toward them and picks her up by her collar.
"Where are we?! Who are you?!" He yells.
"Temper, Inuyasha, baby, don't get your panties in a bunch." The wolf girl purrs, rubbing her nails against her large chest.
"AND HOW DO YOU KNOW MY NAME?!" He yells. The girl in his clutches just smiles, then, without a word, is behind him.
"We are the Authoress." She says, motioning to the group and leaving the group of men in stunned silence.
"The what?" The dog man, Inuyasha, says.
"I am basically the god of your world. My name is Taoku. I command what goes on. What has happened, is happening, and will happen. These are my assistants. Together we make up what's called the Authoress." She explains. Krillin stares in disbelief, but something about the tone of her voice makes it hard to believe she's lying.
"So you're saying some overweight teenager schitzo is controlling us right now?" A ginger says. The girl smiles and nods.
"Your life, for the next few weeks, is mine to control." She says. "I guess we should get acquainted!" She snaps, and suddenly they're all in a poolroom, floating over the water. It has small chunks of ice in it, and she smiles maliciously, doing flips in the air.
"OK! Here's how this works. We're going to play one long game. For the next few weeks, you are all partnered with the person you woke up with, with the exception of Thor, who is going solo." She glances at the man with the hammer. "The name of the game is 'Get the key.' If you get the key, you get your freedom to go home."
"What's the key?" A boy with a black bowl cut and fuzzy eyebrows asks. The girl chuckles.
"Oh, Rock Lee. That's for me to know and for you to find out. But!" She says as he starts to protest. "I will give you hints. But to get these hints, you have to win the games I will set up for you every day. It's like a bad reality TV show!" She cheers, making several people groan.
"Oh, yeah, and if you SHARE these hints, there will be consequences." She says, waving a finger. "Only share between your partner."
"Can we get on with it?" A muscular man with spiky black hair grumbles. She smiles.
"As you wish, Greed." She says, and points to the water.
"This is our opening game. It's called True or False. Basically, I will say a fact about one person, and everyone has to guess if it's true or false. If it's wrong, you get dunked into the frigid water below!" She says with perkiness that's a little bit sadistic. "We go until everyone has had a true fact shared about them. That includes my assistants." She grins and floats over to a boy with an oddly symmetrical suit.
"Let's get started!" She says. "Death the Kid here hates that his twin guns aren't symmetrical. Hold up left hand for false, right hand for true."
Unfortunately, Inuyasha was dunked. She floats over to an EXTREMELY handsome man in a well-fitted suit.
"Sebastian Michaelis wears high heeled boots."
Everyone but Greed was dunked.
"Rock Lee has a crush on a pink haired demon."
His partner, the angel Castiel, Sebastian, Inuyasha and Krillin were dunked.
"Castiel is demon."
Everyone but Castiel himself is dunked, and Castiel scowls at everyone.
"Haha, Castiel is actually an angel!" Taoku says, beaming. By time she's gone down the list, everyone has started to hate her.
"Finally! We come down to the last person!" She says. "I, Taoku of Fantasy, absolutely hate all of you."
Everyone is dunked.
"Aww. Since everyone is wet, no one wins. So my hint will have to wait until next time!" She says, and snaps her fingers. Suddenly everyone is back in the living room, warm and dry.
"I'll be in my room on the tenth floor. Don't try to find it, there's no stairs." She says, smiles, and just like that, she's gone.