"Joooooeeeee!" I bellowed shaking my controller up and down.
It was a typical Friday night, as usual I was at my friend Joes house with my friends Alfredo, Gavin, and Aly playing Black Ops zombies on my PS3. It was a nice relaxing escape from the long enduring week of Hell school, and I usually liked to imagine the zombies where all the idiots who I had to deal with for the next five months until I graduated from that Hell hole.
I smiled to myself as I blew off a zombies head, showing that little sadistic side of me.
Playing as my usual Nikolai I ran back to go up the stairs to fix one of the doors when I noticed Joes character, Tank, was still just standing there doing nothing.
I sighed annoyed feeling my frustrations grow, "Joe!" I turned yelling at my friend who was on his phone.
"Joe!"
Joes head snapped up to look at me "What?"
I didn't even have to say anything because from the TV we could hear Tank yell "Ah shit, this is embarrassing!"
Tank was down.
"God dammit Joe!" I said annoyed that the zombies were now making me their main target.
"Sorry." Joe held his hands up in defense before he went back to texting on his phone.
"Joe what would your German lover say to all of this? He probably wouldn't be giving you sex tonight that's for sure." I joked.
"He's not getting any from me." Joe probably didn't look up from his phone. I couldn't tell, I was to busy trying to lure the zombies up the stairwell to so I could casually take them out to revive Joe.
"Oh you know you don't mean that, you love having his fun sized stick in you." I continued.
"Oh God." Joe sounded afraid.
From behind me Gavin and Aly laughed.
I kept quiet and concentrated hard on killing all the zombies without having to open the next door when a roll of loud thunder hit, causing the TV screen to flicker a little.
"NO! NO NO NO!" I yelled at it gripping my hands on the controller so hard my knuckles turned white. I started praying in my head that the power wouldn't go out.
Stupid storm...
"If it storms like this into tomorrow I'm not going to work, I'm not walking in this." Aly said from behind me.
"I just hope this isn't going to flood the basement." Joe said cautiously.
"Come on come on!" I yelled now shaking my controller thankful I paused the game before I got down due to the TV spazzing.
"Fudgy is having a panic attack." Gavin laughed nudging me with his foot.
"No!" I yelled swatting his foot without turning.
"What? You wanna fight?" Gavin intimidated joked.
"Ugh!" I responded ignoring him.
"Don't you "ugh" me." Gavin nudged me again.
"Ugh!" I said annoyed getting up to sit on the floor.
Gavin laughed again.
"Joooeeeee!" I yelled again.
"What?" Joe asked.
I pointed to the staticky TV.
"Oh. Yeah this storm is fucking with the TV." Joe just said defeated.
I sighed turning back towards the TV praying this wasn't going to interfere anymore with my game.
"And I just got to round twenty solo no thanks to Joe and his distractions. Fucking Hell I was on a streak! I just had the time without a bunch of zombies to unlock the song! God dammit!" I threw my controller on the floor.
"Yeeeeaah throwing your controller isn't really going to help." Alfredo finally spoke up.
All I could do was glare and stick my tongue out at him.
Another roll of thunder clashed causing us all to jump.
"Woah." Aly looked back at the window.
"If this storm screws up my system I swear to God..." I trailed off.
"What time is it?" Gavin put in.
"A little after eleven." Joe answered.
-BOOM!-
Another roll of thunder hit, this time flickering the lights in Joes room.
"Ah fuuuuck!" Joe exclaimed at this.
"Holy shit." Alfredo looked around.
"Joe is it ok if-" Aly was cut off by a third thunder strike along with a flash of lightening.
Suddenly the TV stopped its static and showed the pause screen of the game showed up again.
"Yes! Finally!" I yelled ecstatic at this.
"Fudgy just got her day made." Gavin cackled.
"Oh Hell yeah." I shot back.
"Wait a minute, do you see that?" Joe pointed over to the TV screen.
"What?" I asked barley paying attention as I was trying to kill a hoard of zombies.
"That right there? In the far corner." Joe now pointed towards the TV with his finger.
"What? Where?" I asked now a little curious.
"At the bottom of the screen where I would be playing, I should be first person as the murderous white guy but it just shows the room where you start first round and in the corner you could see two people looking like their arguing about something." Joe walked over to the TV screen to get a closer look.
I shifted my eyes to where he had pointed out noticing nothing at first but when looking over again and harder, I noticed it.
"Huh. Wait what the Hell?" I felt my brow furrow.
"What?" Gavin now took a notice to this.
"Joe point it out?" I asked as I steered clear of the last stumbling zombie as I looked over to where Joe was pointing as well as trying to fix all the doors.
"Right there." Joe pointed again.
"Oh I see." Gavin responded.
"Yeah it looks like Dempsey and Richtofen." Joe looked a little closer to the TV.
"It does." Gavin sat up.
"Let me see." Alfredo got up to look.
"I wanna see." Aly joined.
I paused my screen so I could get a better look at it, and oddly enough instead of the bottom screen pausing with mine since I was spectating Joe, the bottom screen stayed focus on the two characters fighting.
Weird.
We all stood in front of the TV examining the weirdness of what seemed to be Tank Dempsey and Edward Richtofen in a heated argument. None of us did anything, we just watched.
"Joe has this ever happened to you?" Gavin asked.
"Nope never." Joe didn't take his eyes away from the TV.
"I kinda wish I knew what they were saying." I mumbled more to myself than anything.
"Turn the volume on." Aly put in.
"It is on." Alfredo said
"Wait what the fuck?!" Joe suddenly yelled.
"What?!" Aly and I yelled at the same time.
"Look right there!" Joe almost stabbed the TV with his finger.
I shifted my eyes to the TV feeling my heart quicken as I took in what was folding in front of me.
In the world of black ops zombies, Tank Depmsey, and Richtofen were now full on fighting with each other while in the background you could just managed to see Takeo standing behind them arms crossed, and Nikolai drinking a bottle of what had to be his favorite drink, vodka.
"What. The. Hell...?" I squeaked.
"What the Hell?" Gavin must have noticed this to now.
"Are they now fighting?" Alfredo asked next.
"Looks like it." Joe answered.
For what had to be the next few minutes we just watched Dempsey and Richtofen fight and soon, Takeo and Nikolai.
It wasn't until we noticed that Tank stormed over to the transporter along with Richofen running after him when Tank flipped on the machine and suddenly the TV flashed white.
"What the Hell?!" Joe and I yelled at the same time.
I ran over to my PS3 and gently shook it while Joe unplugged and plugged cords into his TV but despite our efforts, the TV screen still remained white.
I pressed the power button on my PS3 but it did nothing other then making the little beep that it always made when being turned on or off.
"Come on." I gently urged it.
Nothing.
"Ughh!" I started getting frustrated. "Joe, are you having any better luck?" I turned my head in his direction.
"No. I don't know what the fuck is going on." He said from near the TV.
I groaned shifting back to the TV.
"Maybe it broke your TV and PS3." Gavin suggested.
I stopped trying to work it to freeze.
"Amber? Are you ok?" Aly asked.
"NO! NO NO NO NO NO!" I freaked out imagining myself having a little anime tantrum.
"Shit I forgot, the storm might fuck up our electronics." Joe sounded nervous.
"Yeah it might break it." Alfredo put in.
"Shit!" I yelled now grabbing for the plug.
"Amber I don't think that's a good idea..." Alfredo started.
It was to late, I had pulled the plug to the PS3, but the white screen remained along with starting to make a loud ringing noise.
"Ow!" Aly yelled.
"Oh my God." Gavin calmly said.
"Ow what the fuck?!" Joe yelled covering his ears.
"Joe turn off the TV!" I yelled over the noise covering my ears.
"Right!" Joe yelled back scrambling to find the plug that turned off the TV.
"Hurry!" Aly yelled.
"Son of a bitch!" I yelled back.
"Whooooo!" Gavin hollered.
-BOOM!-
A heavy roll of thunder along with a flash knocked out the lights, the ringing noise, and caused the TV to turn to black and silent.
We all remained silent.
"Well shit." I sighed.
Aly groaned. "I'm not going to work tomorrow."
"Me neither." Gavin declared.
"I'm going to go look for a candle." Joe stated.
"You just stepped on me." Alfredo fake whined.
"Ops sorry!" Joe apologized.
"It's supposed to be beautiful out tomorrow." I checked the weather app on my phone.
Joe chuckled at that.
"Joe is it ok if I lay down? I'm kind of tired." Aly yawned.
"Yeah go ahead." Joe answered trying to light a lighter.
"What the actual fuck was that?" I wondered aloud what everybody was probably thinking.
"I don't know." Alfredo said.
"It was weird enough..." I said to myself.
"Ah fuck!" Joe yelled.
"What did you do?" Aly asked.
"I burned my hand." Joe admitted.
"Give me that!" Gavin shot probably taking the candle and lighter.
I laid down on the bed stretching my arms before closing my eyes laying perfectly still, taking in the voices around me along with the ones of Joes family upstairs complaining about the power outage.
I didn't realize I fell asleep.
I had a weird dream that I was playing with the actual characters from black ops. We were in the Kino Der Toten killing nazi zombies. The last part I remembered of my dream was being cornered into a corner of the dressing room, a hellhound growling slowly walking in front of me, sharp yellow rotting teeth barred.
I quickly raised my two barrel shot gun to shoot the beast but heard nothing but the clicking sound of ammo being out.
Shit.
I felt my heart race as cursed myself for not getting a better gun when I had the chance.
I tried again but with no such luck, only the familiar clicking sound.
The Hellhound must of noticed this because I swear it grinned at me evilly.
Feeling my heart speed up a million miles per hour the last thing I saw of my dream was the Hell hound jumped at me, it's teeth barred in my face.
I shut my eyes awaiting for the end.
I snapped my eyes open only to stare at a pair of piercing green eyes back at me.
Sleepily I closed my eyes anxious to go back to sleep but quickly realized something.
'Wait a minute...' I thought.
I snapped my eyes open again, once again coming face to face with a pair of green eyes.
"Wait what?" I sat up and looked around.
Looking around, I noticed Joes room was a complete and utter mess, and not in the way it usually was.
"What the Hell?" I muttered.
"Guten morgen vittle girl." An all to familiar German voice said beside me.
I felt my blood freeze and my eyes go wide.
Turning slowly I noticed the German Nazi doctor was laying beside me on Joes bed.
He was exactly how he looked in Black Ops zombies, old bloodied nazi uniform, black hair, and his signature black gloves.
He was laying next to me, staring up up at me, with one arm propping himself up.
I squeezed my eyes shut, throwing my hands over eyes to rub them. Obviously I was now starting to see things.
When I opened my eyes he was still there, looking at me expectantly.
"What the Hell...?" I said aloud.
Before Richtofen could say anything to this, Aly rolled over moaning, "what's going on?"
"Nothing." I quickly said.
"Hallo zhere!" Richtofen sat up completely.
"Who is that?" Aly asked confused from beside me, luckily she was turned so she couldn't see the insanity unfolding beside me.
"Hallo! Vhat iz your name?" Richtofen pressed.
"Ok who is that?" Aly asked sitting up now and looking over.
"Uhh umm..." I stammered feeling my brain malfunction.
Aly turned over to where Richtofen was sitting up, squinting in confusion.
"Who is that?" Aly turned to me confused.
"I...uh..." I choked out.
"I am ze doctor!" Richtofen bellowed.
"Who?" Aly asked still confused.
"He's...He's..." I ran over my words.
I turned to my right where Richtofen was, "Your...Your..." I tried but couldn't find the words.
Richtofen opened his mouth to say something but before he could say anything, I heard the all to familiar American voice of none other than Tank Dempsey. What in the Hell was going on here?
"God dammit Richtofen! Stop trying to make friends and find a way to get us out of here!" Tank yelled from right outside the door of Joes little room in the basement.
But before Richtofen could respond, another all to familiar voice cut in.
"When did I run out of vodka?!"
Nikolai Belinski yelled in a panicked voice also sounding in the next room.
Nikolai Belinski. My all time favorite Call of Duty character. In the next room.
"Oh my God! Joooeee?!" I yelled.
On the floor in front of me, Joe continued to sleep.
"Joe!" I tried again.
Nothing.
"JOE!" I yelled grabbing a shoe to my close right, throwing it at him.
"What?!" Joe shot up groggy.
"Ok either I'm having a really weird, vivid dream or something really weird happened!" I speed talked my sentence.
"Wait...Huh?" Joe asked sleepily, obviously still waking up.
"Who is that?!" Tank yelled confused.
"Wait, Amber who is that?" Joe asked sounding more awake now.
Before I could answer, Richtofen cut in nonchalant, "Itz zhe stupid American Dempsey."
"Fuck you Richtofen!" Tank yelled outside Joes bedroom door.
Joe snapped his attention to Richtofen, eyes wide as a deer's caught in a headlight.
"What...What...What the fuck?" Joe could barley get the words out.
"Exactly what I said!" I threw my hands up.
"Joe are these your friends?" Aly squinted at Joe.
"Uh...I don't know." Joe said confused.
"Either I am drunk or I am hearing voices!" Nikolai panicked yelled again.
"When are you not drunk you dishonorable Russian?" Takeo growled.
"Shut up Takeo, I hate you!" Nikolai shouted.
"I'm starting to think this isn't a dream because this is all to fucking real." I said more to myself than anything.
"Who is that?!" Tank yelled banging on the door now.
"Oh God." Joe rubbed his temples.
"That's it! I have to go see this for myself." I said standing up on Joes bed.
"Where are you going?" Aly asked.
"To check this out. And see my husband." I added the last part quickly.
"This is a really weird dream." Aly sighed.
I sped turned, almost losing balance in the process, Richtofen quickly reacted, putting his hands on my waist to balance me. For some reason I felt myself blush a little at this but quickly pushed it aside.
"Zo you don't vall and hurt yourself." Richtofen calmly said.
"Ok." I took a step down from the bed, placing one foot on the floor to balance myself. Richtofen took his hands off my waist after being sure that both my feet were on the floor.
'He touched me...' I thought, 'How can that be? He's a fictional character...None of this is real, it's all just a dream...right?'
"What's going on in there?!" Tank demanded.
"Silence Dempsey!" Richtofen yelled in the direction of Joes bedroom door.
In response Tank banged on the door again.
"Ugh!" I growled frustrated storming over to the door, being careful not to step on Joe in the process.
"Where are you going?" Aly asked sounding exasperated now.
I didn't answer her, just reached over to the knob, taking a deep breath, and turning the knob to open the door to be face to face with Tank Dempsey, American solider.
"Well Holy..." I said to myself taking him in.
He was taller in person, a lot taller. And kinda...hot.
He wore his usual U.S. Marines uniform, bloodied by zombie body fluids, and dirtied by combat.
Muscles rippling under the sleeves of his uniform, olive skin splattered with occasional zombie blood splatter, and blonde hair cut short in a buzz cut.
Up close, he seemed very, very real.
I forced myself to look him in the face, slowly, looking over his camo uniform top, dog tags, and at last his face, his stubbled chin, straight set nose, and lastly his ocean blue eyes.
I felt my face go hot with embarrassment. "Um...Hi?" I tired.
"What...What the fuck?" Tank looked back at me in shock.
"Who is that?!" Nikolai took a notice to me.
Tank didn't respond, just stayed focused on me, looking me dead in the eyes.
"This is all to fucking weird." Joe said from behind me, with Aly laughing and agreeing.
I blinked a couple of times, before reaching out slowly to touch Tank.
"Umm..." Tank tried but couldn't manage to find words.
Slowly, I reached over, gently placing a hand on Tanks rock hard chest.
'Woah...' I blushed to myself. He was all to real.
"Who is this girl?" Takeo's voice could now be heard.
"Um...Uh..." I lifted my hand off Tank's built chest starting to feel a little faint.
"Amber?" I could hear Joes voice behind me.
"Is she ok?" Aly's voice cut in.
"Vittle girl?" Richtofens voice swirled in my ears.
I wanted to answer, I wanted to assure them, even myself, that everything was ok, but I just couldn't. I started to sway back and forth, my vision blurry.
"I just realized something..." Aly put in.
"What is that?" Joe asked.
"Where is Alfredo and Gavin?" Aly asked.
"Joy! More people!" Richtofen yelled excitedly.
"Good...question..." Joe slowly answered.
"Hey guys?" I whispered.
"Um, are you ok there little lady?" Tanks deep voice asked in front of me.
"Amber?" Joe and Aly said at the same time.
"I think I might take a nap." I managed to get out before allowing temporary blackness to overcome me.
"Ah shit." Tanks voice said hollowing out.
"What I'm wondering is, how am I going to explain this to my grandparents?" Joes voice was the last thing I heard before completely blacking out.