Prologue
He shifted slightly, eyes squeezed shut. "Don't..please, I didn't mean.." he broke off. "I...I just..."
The quilt was pulled off the bed and blue eyes snapped open as the blonde teen collapsed on to the floor in a mess of tangled sheets.
Slowly, he made it onto his hands and knees, blinking from the sudden impact- not to mention the pretty harsh jolt back to reality.
Hell, at this rate he'd never get used to sleeping in a bed.
Not to mention being completely still. He was used to a life of...well, bobbing about. This stillness and the floor disconcerted him.
He stayed there for a moment, before using the hated bed to pull himself to a standing position. He crossed the room towards the window, looking out. He could faintly see his reflection in the glass; a short, blonde thirteen-year-old with long hair, blue eyes...and clad in red stripy pyjamas.
He put his hand on the glass, spreading his fingers as he stared at the innocent civilians doing innocent civilian stuff. He really didn't like this place. Marzipan City had sounded cool at first – not to mention filled with candy – but in reality it was just...well..boring.
"What kind of adventure is this?" muttered Flapjack to himself.