It's another boring night on Derse. You, Kyle Smith, decide it's a good idea to visit the BLACK QUEEN. Only she and the higher agents of Derse know that you are actually awake. The carapacians know that you are a Void player. Those of your aspect are known for sleepwalking pretty much everywhere.

You mess up your dress (You're a dude, but have a dress? You're kind of okay with it though) and let your body go limp, minus your legs. You put one sandal up on the ledge of your window, and thrust your floppy body forth. The transition from gravity to floating feels quite weird, as all the tension of the down force of gravity suddenly lifts you.

You hear voices of awe below you , but you keep quiet with eyes closed. Eventually, you leave your limp body on a particular red, regal carpet. The queen snapped her fingers, and with that, all the guards left. You lift your ground from the carpet with a smile, letting yourself float in HERO MODE.

The smooth, charismatic voice hits your dreamy head like a fucking truck.

"How much longer must you hide in the shadows, Seer?" She released, sounding bored.

"It's only a week-and-a-half now, my queen. Why are you antsy about it? You know I will eventually have to kill you."

"Maybe I wish it done with already. This is a quite boring existence, just being in eternal stalemate."

You hear a small wisp of a voice, and look away for a moment. "I must leave... They are calling." You then just walk out and start floating, this time without feigning sleep.

You float up to a terrifying height above Derse. Your arms dangle idly, although your left arm raises like clockwork, slipping off your eyeglasses. Suddenly, the voices become clear. Almost too clear.

You hear one voice much clearer among the others. Of course. Him. "GREETINGS SEER. REMEMBER THAT TOMMORROW IS THE DAY OF WHICH A NON-HUMAN WILL CONTACT YOU OVER PESTERCHUM!" Fuck. He is louder than ever.

"Yes, I know. Could you at least tell me the species name of this particular alien?"

"ABSOLUTELY NOT!"

"And why must you be so damn loud? Not to be obtuse, but talking to creepy paradox space calamari is my idea of terrifying in and of itself."

"THE MORE REALIZED YOU BECOME, SEER, THE LOUDER YOU WILL HEAR ME. GO. WAKE NOW, IT IS TIME!"

You slap your glasses back on your face and drift yourself over towards your tower, until you suddenly wake up. You hoist yourself up onto your feet from your uncomfortable-ass couch, and sit on your computer chair, tapping the power for your PC with your toe.

Beebrrp

VrrrrrrRRRRrr...

Bah bung de bung

Now, to check Pesterchum. Ah, there the alien is.

hexxingVariant [HV] began Trolling furryAppraiser [FA]
FA: I've never seen "began Trolling" before on pesterchum.
HV: pEstErchum? whats that? o3o
FA: Oh right, you're the "alien" that I was told was going to be contacting me this ugly-ass morning. By our mutual contact on Derse, yes?
HV: oh yEs, dEfinEtly! haha hE told mE about humans!
FA: What the fuck. He didn't tell me about your kind, if you even ARE a damn alien...
HV: oh i most dEfinitEly am, although to say aliEn would be somEwhat falsE, as i currEntly rEside in a diffErEnt univErsE altogEthEr
FA: So, what's all this about?
HV: wEll, our dEar mutual contact told mE that your sEsssion will not happEn without your friEnds to bE convincEd to play, so hE has EmployEd mE to providE assistance! OuO
FA: ...
HV: what?
FA: I can do this myself, I don't need the help of an alien, or just some random ass guy trolling me and accepting the facts which may or may not be true.
HV: our mutual god said spEcifically that your sEssion is an impossibility without my help!
HV: if you wish your timElinE to bEcome doomEd, thEn so bE it!
hexxingVariant [HV] stopped Trolling furryAppraiser
FA: Err...

The chat ends with you speechless. You guess these aliens have a short fuse or something? You sure hope that that alien isn't doing anything bad you guess, but you suppose it's about time that you check your friends list. Nope, not a single soul online.

You guess that leaves time to space out back to Derse. If it wasn't already obvious, you are able to space out and visit Derse.

Dual Awareness Yo.

You find your dream self sitting at the Dersified version of your desk, You look to your left, noticing a large black fig- oh my god its the hegemotic brute.

"HEY KID, JACK SENT ME 'TA GET YER HEAD. SORRY I GOTTA DO THIS OR ITS MY HEAD."

You look back at your desk, Your LARGE BARRET 50. CAL is within easy reaching distance, but if you try to point it at the opposer's face, he'll have his SERIOUS AX TO GRIND half way down your spine. Aha!

You lunge for your rifle, The AX TO GRIND swings towards you, You grab the rifle by the barrel and scope, pulling it over yourself as so to deflect the incoming axe.

CLANG

Successful block, but if you keep here, he will surely crush you with your own rifle. You grip the rifle hard and shift quickly to the left. The axe drops into your red floor. You quickly reposition the rifle to the side of the Hegemotic Brute's temple as he reaches for his axe. He freezes, your finger snakes to the trigger and you pull.

ClickBAM!

Eugh, his brains are all over your computer monitor, Gonna have to clean that shit off soon. You drag his body off to your window, and throw the heavy carcass out. It makes an audible splat outside and citizens are caught off guard. You grab your now BLOODIES 50. CAL and Lunge towards the general direction of the other two towers on Derse.

The middle tower is clear, and your partner is fine, still snoozing his loud butt off. You go to the next tower, The gun is stuck through first, but it is grabbed by a black carapician hand, pulling you in. Suddenly a knife slashes your cheek. You kick the assailer back in the stomach and get a good look at him.

It's that graveyard stuffer, Sovereign Slayer, AKA Jack.

He is now posed in front of the window, knife in hand, staring you dead in the eye with obvious intention to shove that knife into your friends stomach.

You readjust your rifle before he has a chance to make a move and blow a hole in Jacks stomach. Jack predictably falls from the window, making another audible splat. He's surely dead.

You look to your friend. She is alright. Shit. You mean he. Before her real self died, she considered herself Transgender. You wonder why her Dreamself is okay, but then realize that you kissed her in time, as she was your girlfriend. But if so, why is she always asleep? You mean all of that in male pronouns of course.

You sigh, then suddenly tense up. you need to warn Katherine. You grab the seat, and come back to the real world. You message your dear friend, who just happens to be online.