Hi guys! This is my first ever story that I have written in Fanfiction. Although I rated this T even though this is quite mild, you'll understand later in the story why. I hope you guys like it! Please review if you have the time. And do follow me, please!
A taxi pulled up near the curb of a quiet residence. A few autumn leaves shivered down on top of the cab after it halted to a stop. After some time, a Chinese boy around the age of 16 stepped out of the yellow car and slammed the door shut. The cab pulled away and was a well distance off the long winding road before the boy took out a nametag from his pocket that read "Hello, my name is: Jerry". "Jerry" was scrawled as though in in a rush. The boy stuck the sticker in the middle of his chest and smoothed his hand over it to make sure that it stuck.
"Jerry" stood on the sidewalk across the street from a tall white building that looked about four stories high. He put his hand on the top of his buzz-cut hair. Apparently he was invited to some birthday party from this person whom he had never met before. And not to mention, started in an hour from the time he received it. He was somehow compelled to go to this party, and his mind had to catch up to his moving body.
Next time I'm definitely going to check my mail more often so I don't have to rush, thought Jerry.
The invitee's name wasn't on the red velvet card at all. All the invitation told him was to be there, and "Mistress" would tell who she was, and what the deepest, darkest secret that they share. The invitation was sent with a dog with yellow hoodie and a hand sanitizer in the shape of a marker. The dog was pretty cute, but he hardly found the hand sanitizer useful. Why use that instead of washing your hands with actual soap and water? The sticky feeling of the hand sanitizer really bothered him.
He walked into the building.
Inside was a large dance studio with mirrors on all four walls with only one floor, and the ceiling was way up. In it were a lot of confused looking people loitering around. Jerry smirked as he realized that his face was a matching fit to the face he had on when he walked in. All of them had the same fancy velvet invitation as him. They all held two small trinkets in their hand. There were all different races represented in the room, and Jerry wondered how in the world they were all somehow connected to this one person who had invited them into this building.
After some time, no one else seemed to come. Jerry was the last guest.
"Okay, so why are so many people gathered around here? Does everyone here have an invitation?"
A voice piped up in the corner of the room on top of a tall stack of chairs.
It was Korean girl with her hair cut just an inch below her chin, her hair not yet reaching her shoulders. She had a cute round face, and a smirk played across her face. She seemed amused that everyone was confused. Her named tag had "Jenny" neatly printed on her nametag with a smiley. The only thing was that the smiley was not "smiley," but rather evil, and possessed a very sharp set of teeth in its mouth.
Some of the group dismissively ignored her, while others nodded indifferently, and yet others looked frightened half to death and very puzzled. There was much murmuring within the crowd.
"If there was someone without an invitation, do you think they would come to such secluded area away from the city? There are no buildings or structures even within five miles of this place! Most of the taxi drivers didn't even know where I was going," scowled a brunette. Her nametag read "Hannah." Her last name was on there, but Jerry couldn't make it out. Jerry assumed that that she was a twin because a similar looking boy was standing next to her. His nametag read "Daniel."
"Correct. All of you have found this address, and from different countries I might add. I have led each one of you by the same road that interconnects to this building," boomed a voice. "Only a few drivers I have selected in your Real world know this location because I have told them."
The group looked around, but there were no speakers.
"Don't worry, you won't find any," said the voice, reading their minds. "Mistress made the microphone invisible so that it can hide with me."
"What the heck is wrong with you?" A person braved to yell. He was a round-faced Chinese boy a little shorter than Jerry himself. He shook his fist at the ceiling and then looked at all for mirrors on the wall. As he turned, Jerry got a glimpse of his name: "Calvin."
Hey, thought Jerry. Isn't that—?
"This is a before party game, and it might take a while before we get started. Later, you will each get a different task. If you do not finish the task, then this will be your permanent present and future. Enjoy!" The voice interrupted Jerry's thoughts.
Suddenly, a presence hovered over his head, and he felt like it took something out from his head. His head felt light, but he turned his head sharply to see who was on top of him, and what it took, but nothing was there. Everyone else in the room was also copying his movements. Some girls shrieked and cowered in a huddle on the ground. Many people rushed to the windows and the doors of this enclosed space, but they wouldn't budge. There was frantic movement within the crowd.
"Dude, did you feel that…movement on top of your head?" An Indian boy asked a vertically challenged Japanese girl. According to his nametag, his name was "Turjo."
"Yeah! And it felt like it took something from my head. It feels so…relaxed, as though it took something burdening it," the Japanese girl said as she scratched her head. Her nametag read "Monica."
Jerry tried to finish his thought that he was thinking before but…somehow, he forgot. Not only did he forget all of his friends names and faces, he also forget where he was from and…how'd he got here. All he knew was his name, and…that he was invited to some girl's birthday party. Bewildered, he frantically searched through the crowd to see anyone, anything familiar. His bewilderment quickly turned into anger. He wanted his memories back!
"Hey jerk! Give us back what you took from us!" A Chinese girl with pimples on her forehead shouted.
"Bye, bye," purred the voice sweetly. A wide white set of teeth in the shape of a crescent appeared on the ledge that was on top of a window.
In a flash, the ground disappeared, and the group of 100 or so people dropped down the hole that replaced the solid floor. Jerry plunged to what he thought would be his doom, yelling at the top of his lungs.