This was my 4/13 contribution. Yeah... It's not exactly 4/13 anymore...
Enjoy anyways!
Your name is John Egbert and you just had the weirdest dream. It included a game, meteors, alternate universes, and aliens. It felt like it stretched an eon, when it only took place in a day. You went through cycles of happiness, sadness, anger, and hollow emptiness. There was death, so much death, and the occasional dash of romance. You were stuck on a land with cute salamander things, then on a stone bed with a hole in your chest, then on a large record surrounded by hot, real lava, wielding a large colorful hammer and wearing blue, blue, blue. You remember sitting on a gold ship, throwing a bucket, waiting three years for a reunion that would make what's left of the universe quake, would unite two races together in holy alliance, would bring back together friends that had never seen each other before, would, would, would—
You woke up at that moment, would's and could's racing around your mind as your phone buzzes on your chest like bees (you remember bees, a boy covered in yellow mustard, and a girl with sharp teeth and scary hair kissing him, and tears of red and salt) on a fucking rampage so you grab it and chuck it at the pile of knit wear (you remember buying copious amounts of purple yarn) you have in the corner of your room. It buzzes for another three minutes before stopping. You sigh and turn back into your pillow and bury yourself deeper into the warmth (you remember feather soft down of a large orange creature, half ghost and half boy, radiating heat as you and a girl in black with red shoes and white dogs ears lean on the orange boy). You suck in a large breath of musty morning air and a ray of sunlight hits your eye (you remember a boy in blue laying on the ground and a girl with dark gray skin next to him, both bleeding red red red).
The next time you wake up it's the afternoon. You have three missed calls, fourteen text messages, and one voicemail. (You remember a PDA, a blue half woman half ghost creature typing away at it, one tap at a time, telling a story of a boy and a girl.) You click the home button and look at the wallpaper, of you and your best friends Kevin and Melody. (You remember snarky broads, cool kids, and island princesses.) The messages mainly consist of your friends and classmates wishing you a happy birthday, with lots of exclamation points and emoticons. (You remember presents in red, purple, green. You remember muted colors of the rainbow, odd typing quirks and trolling.)
Your mom calls for you to come down to lunch from the kitchen, and you find a present from your dad on your desk. (You remember a pink scarf, a fedora hat, and then nothing, nothing, nothing at all but strife, a black monster, and then nothing.) You stretch, stand up, and walk towards the door. Put your hand on the knob.
You stand in your bedroom. It just so happens that today, the 13th of April, is your sixteenth birthday. You have never heard of pesterchum, have never played the game Sburb, and have never talked to anyone by the names of Rose, Dave, or Jade.
So.
What will you do?