Connor Morris. My name always rings in my head when I wake up. It is not always good. Actually, it is almost always bad. I get to wake up to the mind-numbing smell of bacon being cooked.
I observe my surroundings because I definitely didn't wake up in my house. I don't really care as I just woke up and… You get the idea. I get up and look down. I'm dressed in DC pajamas. I don't wear those! Me, still being groggy doesn't care. I stumble to the bathroom and look in the mirror in "my" room. My features are more defined and my hair is brown instead of my black. I start to "investigate" my room. My room is a mess with clothes everywhere. I am glad to see that I have a desk with a laptop and a chair that looks comfortable.
I grab the door handle and push the door open. I meet a hallway lined with doors. I find the next door and open it. Someone was sleeping there. The person in question has brown hair like me. He must be related. Twins probably, noting his similar appearance to me. I ask him: "Name?" He responds with "Chris. You?" To which I respond. We head downstairs and we see a woman in the kitchen, cooking bacon. The downstairs area looks normal with counters and a kitchen, a living room, etc.
"Are my sons (WHAT!?) excited for their first day at Beacon Hills High School?" (DOUBLE WHAT!) " Yeah… I am! I'm so excited!" I let my joy cover up my curiosity ( I am naturally curious) about this. It clicks into place. I am in the Teen Wolf Universe with another person.
"Are you weirded out by all this too?" I whisper to Chris.
"Yeah. This is incredibly weird. We should find out who or what put us in here. But in the meantime let's relax." He whispers back. Oh god. I'm in the Teen Wolf Universe with a laid back fool! Hopefully he can still contribute to finding out the cause of this predicament. The reason I was aghast when it was revealed that was my mom because… My mom is dead. She died to a psychopathic murderer two years ago when I was fifteen, who was out for some petty cash. My mom was stabbed to death, screaming my name and the perpetrator got away with some money. At least the person who put me in this world had the "decency" to give me my real name. I huffed and started climbing the stairs once more, along with Chris who had pulled out a phone and was ogling the screen for whatever reason. I got to my room and shut the door.
I went to the closet door, shifting it open and looking through the clothes I had. I settled on a blue DC shirt and denim jeans and then I went and got a grey hoodie. It was a habit of mine. I anxiously waited outside Chris' door for him to come out. I moved my hands through my hair and knocked on the door. Chris opened the door and came out. "Come on. Lets go." We grabbed our stuff and headed downstairs to the door. I stopped because I saw a note on the door. "Stay in character." I immediately showed Chris the note.
"This is obviously from the person who put us here so thats a start!" Chris says, His face cracking a smile.
" Not really. What are we going to do huh? Find someone with the same handwriting?" I say sarcastically. As we open the door I yell "Bye Mom!" and slam it shut behind us. A sleek silver car is waiting there for us.
"I have the keys." Chris states cooly.
"Whatever." I say as I get in. I am ready for my first day at Beacon Hills High School.
