*oh joy*
Chapter 1
Who indeed...
My best friends Damien and Marco (we all have weird names so don't judge) were having a sleep over at their house because they're twins and share a birthday. I was over and some weird shit happened (pmf).
It all started when the power went out. It was around midnight and we were watching horror movies so our first reactions were
Damien: HOLY LEONARD NEMOY!,
Marco: Bring awn tha Jason!
Me: SLENDY? IS THAT YOU?
Then, out of nowhere, the TV lit up and started pulling us in like a giant vacuum. Marco was stunned silent, he went limp and flew in like when the clown got sucked into the closet in Poltergeist. Damien started shrieking like a five year old and held on to his bed stand for dear life. I struggled a bit but due to my lithe form (and the fact that most of my weight is in my chest), I was no match. It was like a tornado devouring a bicycle. Damien finally passed out and flew in behind us.
Suddenly we were in a very strange room. We were disoriented and actually pretty scared. My vision was badly blurred and I could hear these voices. They were saying things like "who are they?" "what the fuck just happened?" and "Arthur, stop trying to summon shit! It never frigging works!". Marco frantically shook me by the shoulder as my vision finally adjusted.
"What?" I said, irritation present in my voice.
I looked at him and much to my surprise, Marco was an anime character! His usually eyeliner caked icy blue eyes were now large and chibi-like. His jet black hair was still arranged in a loose ponytail and he had a weird blue tint over his forehead (ya know how anime characters get those blue lines when they're scared #-_-)
"What the fuck happened to you?" he screamed.
"Me? What happened to you?"
He looked at me with a very worried and confused face, kinda how you expect a child to react to being told where babies really come from. I pulled out my phone and held it up to him (the outer screen is like a mirror). He recoiled, threw the phone and curled up against a wall. I looked around at the startled group of people in the room with us, eagerly being greeted by a surprisingly adorable Italian man(child thing).
"Aye! Where did you guys come from?" he chimed.
I regained myself and spoke. "Um, Georgia... A better question would be, where are we at?"
"Where's Georgia?" his voice was somehow higher than before.
A tall man put a gloved hand on his shoulder. "Let me handle this, da?" he said with a thick Russian accent. His hair was a light sandy blond and he had deep violet eyes. He pulled down a thick scarf to reveal his mouth and spoke. "Who are you?"
