- ectoBiologist [EB] began pestering turntechGodhead [TG] at 23:34—
EB: hey dave, guess what i just finished!
TG: sup john
TG: i don't know
TG: did you finish a computer program?
EB: no, that would be pretty cool though.
EB: actually, i just finished this story, and it was pretty spooky.
TG: oh another one of you supernatural stories that you are hooked on
EB: this one was pretty out there; this was the first time i've heard of these monsters.
EB: it was pretty crazy, do you want to read it?
TG: oh hell no there's no way i'm reading those fairy tales no matter how you look at it
TG: it couldn't even be considered cool in an ironic way
EB: wait, dave are you scared of them?
TG: yes john in fact at this very moment just with you bringing up your shitty folklore i have found myself uncontrollably quaking in my hypothetical boots
TG: i might not even be able to get to sleep tonight better get some spare sheets in case i piss the bed or i could pull a howie mandel and just put it in apple juice containers
TG: but i'm not going to soil the valiant containers of the enchanting apple juice
EB: ok dave, you're not scared, i was just bugging you. but i do think that the story i just read might be one of the eeriest i've read so far. it seems like something rose would enjoy.
TG: really well maybe you should talk to her about this
TG: i can't say that i am as into this as much as the two of you are
EB: you're right, good idea dave.
EB: guess what's coming up next month.
TG: you tell me
EB: come on dave, you really don't know, that hurts.
TG: i really don't
EB: it's on the thirteenth of next month.
TG: is it a Friday?
EB: dave!
TG: i'm just messing with you
TG: it's your birthday right
EB: you're a loser dave.
TG: ouch john
TG: do you hear that
TG: that's my self esteem crash landing the plane it was flying first class in
TG: way to attack my confidence aircraft
EB: way to be melodramatic.
EB: it's getting kind of late, i think i'm going to hit the hay.
EB: goodnight.
TG: night.
-ectoBiologist [EB] ceased pestering turntechGodhead [TG] at 23:45—
-turntechGodhead [TG] ceased pestering ectoBiologist [EB] at 23:45—
John sighed as he reclined back in his rolling chair. He glanced at the clock once again, the bright numbers illuminating the otherwise bleak space. He reached forward and put it face down on his desk. John sat there twisting back in forth with his feet on the ground where he sat. John usually would have ended up spinning a few times in his chair until he either got to dizzy to see straight anymore or he just got bored. But he was just too tired.
Don't you hate it when you can't put a book down and with every word you read you're persistently lured further and further into the book? Let's just say that this story had a tight grip on John and wasn't about to let go yet. John was extremely tempted to find another story that involved these creatures. They were unique to say the least. Off the beaten path and far surpassing the other lore he had read.
John stared at his computer screen debating whether or not he should continue this quest of the uncanny and paranormal. But this battle was won by his eyes and their unending struggle of trying to close. He rubbed his eyes drowsily then took a final stretch with his hands reaching far above his head and his legs sticking out so as not to touch the ground.
John walked over to his bed and took off the socks confining his feet to an unending warmth, a little too warm for bed time. It wasn't hot at this time of night, but when you had the blankets on you it was a little too much. John slumped onto his bed then wiggled around until he found a comfortable spot. He then began the struggle of not moving too much but pulling the blanket out from beneath his body. Once again luck was on his side and he won the battle bleary eyed and exhausted.
Even though he was tired, he did not fall asleep instantaneously as one would think. I mean, who really falls asleep instantly, unless you were doing work all day or are a heavy sleeper. John was neither. And that late night snack probably didn't help either. But a boy's got to eat when a boy's got to eat, even if it costs you valuable minutes of sleep.
John usually had to wait until his dad was asleep before he would sneak downstairs and head to the fridge to get the spoils of his espionage. John's dad was as persistent as the well written literature in that they wouldn't let his go. John's dad was a good father though. Even if he was a little pushy and clingy, he had only the best intentions. He truly cared for John, so he was only doing what he thought was best for him. But sometimes it wasn't always what John thought was best for him.
But soon enough, sleep took over and john was out like a light. We're not going to go over his dreams, I'm sure it would be best to stay out of the mind of a twelve year old boy with their violent games and magic tricks. But john's dreams were preoccupied with other things, he found himself immersed within the world of the supernatural and confronted with the monsters. The dreams went on through the night, the odd mumble slipping from his unconscious lips or a toss and turn of his sleeping body. At least he wasn't sleep-walking; it wouldn't be the first time. In fact, the first time he did it he had enjoyed a healthy meal of stairs and a cast clad upon his arm.
Night seemed to pass in the blink of the eye; it's funny how you don't even notice that you've fallen asleep until you wake up. Don't you think your brain is nice that way? While it does all the brute work of recovering the energy you used during the day, it sits you in front of the TV and puts on the dream channel to keep you entertained even while you're asleep. At least your brain has it's priorities straight even when you don't.
But John woke up not peacefully, but to the beeping blaring obnoxiously coming from his side table. Sometimes he wished he could just grab a hammer and get his sweet revenge on the infernal waking device. But today would not be that day. John reached drearily and blindly touching the table until he found the perpetrator responsible for waking him.
He might have added a little too much force when he hit the snooze button but he didn't care. He yawned and looked up at the ceiling through half open eyes and then stretched out a little. There were a few cracks when he stretched but he ignored it. He tossed the covers off with his feet then turned his alarm on and off so it wouldn't go off in ten minutes.
He then started his morning routine and got prepped for school. Oh the joys, early mornings, and unhygienic kids served up with a sunny side up plate of public humiliation. Now, we won't say that john was a complete loser, just; some kids thought his aspirations were a little unrealistic and maybe they were jealous, but that caused him to be the butt of the joke most of the time.
John didn't really mind, because he knew one day, when he's all grown up, he's going to be swimming in cash from his job as a comedian. He's going to go down in history, there's gonna be whole books written about him, maybe even an encyclopedia series, John: the master of humor, or something like that. John walked down the stairs with his back pack on one shoulder. John wished that when his dad decided to buy a house, he had bought one with a railing on the stairs, sometimes safety was a necessity.
When he got to the kitchen he peered around, looking for his dad. He was nowhere in sight. John went to the fridge and started making his lunch, a classic deli meat sandwich, an apple sauce, a bad of baby carrots and two juice boxes, he was a growing boy after all. John looked at the clock on the stove, it was 7:09. He still had an hour until his dad would drive him to school then go to work. He didn't really know what his dad did for work, he bet it was some crazy super-secret thing, dad by day, super spy also by day, he did work day shift after all.
When he was done making his lunch he got a bowl of cereal and a glass of orange juice. Just as he was about to head up to his room to go on his computer his dad made his move. John was grabbed from behind and there were hands wrapped around him right under his arms.
"Dad!" John said as he struggled to keep his food in his hands. He had left his guard down ,that was a bad move on his part.
"Good morning son."
"Dad, I almost dropped my food. Can you be a little more careful."
"Sorry. I know what will cheer you up, we still have an hour before we both have to go, how about we bake a cake together, we haven't done that for quite a while." He said as he let me go and walked around to face me, a smile on his face.
"Dad, I need to study a little more, I have a test today. Maybe another time." Of course this was a lie. But his dad was not being entirely truthful either. In fact, they had actually made a cake together last Friday. John didn't want to completely, he would have rather gone to an amusement park or something with his dad, but it seemed to be his biggest interest. John didn't hate his dad, and he liked to make him happy, but that seemed to be one of the only things his dad ever did.
"That's alright, good luck on the test son; remember to try your hardest, that's all that matters." He said kindly then started making his own lunch. John quickly escaped upstairs and sat down in his chair, spinning one time to right himself. He checked his pesterchum first; two of his chums were on, Rose and Dave. John clicked on Dave's username and opened up a chat.
-ectoBiologist [EB] started pestering turntechGodhead [TG] at 7:15—
EB: hey dave, you there?
TG: hey
EB: what class do you have first thing in the morning?
TG: well seeing as how it's the same class i have every morning i'll let you guess
EB: oh yeah.
EB: science is pretty fun.
TG: best way to start the morning is with a bowl of doritos and a bottle of aj
EB: you really like apple juice.
TG: i can't believe you don't
EB: guess what dave?
TG: no
EB: come on dave, you just have to say one word.
TG: ok
TG: no
EB: whatever, be an ass, i guess you'll never figure out this super cool, super awesome secret that no one else knows. that's fine with me if you never want to find out and spend your nights restless and awake with the thought ,
EB: why didn't i just say what, why would you do this to me john.
EB: or something like that.
TG: fine, what?
EB: i…
EB: got my first armpit hair!
TG: you're a dweeb
TG: is that seriously all you wanted to say
EB: is that a hint of jealousy i'm detecting?
TG: i think your envy radar is a little off man
TG: i am spite free
EB: if you say so.
Their conversation continued, while john ate his cereal and drank his orange juice, until his dad called him from down stairs. John said good bye to Dave then turned off his computer. He grabbed his books then went cautiously down the stairs and stuffed his lunch and books into his bag.
Later, after he got home from school john talked to Rose about the story he had read, and in fact she had heard about the monsters before. She told him about the book she had and she recommended some stories to him. He wasted no time sitting down and reading them then they talked about them.
Normalcy is nice while it lasts. The days passed quickly and the anticipation built as his birthday neared. Of course, his birthday was more than he could have expected with the game that started the apocalypse. But he would be thirteen and move onto greener grasses, moving on from his hand held video games to the hard-core, action packed real life video games.
Yes, on his birthday, it was the arrival of sburb, the end of the world all crammed onto a 5 gb disk, the modern world and it's high-tech technology. But none of the players could have imagined what was in store for them. Over the next couple of days they conquered, they lost some things, while gaining things they could have never imagined, but somehow through it all, they survived. They did more than survive, they became gods. They gained powers that would be otherwise impossible in a normal reality. Of course, this was not a normal reality, their old universe was gone and they had to move on.
They game cost them more than they were willing to give, but they had to move on quickly or else they might not have survived. They all died in the end, but in dying they became more than normal humans, they became gods. But in the end, they lost to an enemy beyond even their godly capabilities. But they escaped with their lives, one on a meteor, the other on a boat flying through space.
It was just John and Jade on the boat, while Dave and Rose were on the meteor with their new friends.
TBC…
A/N: I don't really write in third person so this was odd to say the least, but I think it turned out well. Please review if you liked it. Thank you for reading it and I hope you liked it.