Chapter 1: Explosive Results!
David closed the door behind him, locking out the cold winter chill. He let out a sigh, relieved of his school work for the weekend. Hanging his keys on the rack, David ran excitedly up the stairs. It was Fridays, as well as the beginning of Christmas Break. He threw his satchel onto his bed, and sat down in front of his computer. He booted up the desktop tower, and the Dell logo popped up on the monitor. While waiting for the power-on sequence, David heard a knock on the door. He checked his phone, slightly confused,
"It's only three-thirty, so there's no way it's my parents," David said, "and my sisters have gone out of the state to Chicago with my mom, so that's another impossibility."
He heard the knocking again while walking downstairs.
"Someone's a bit impatient," David said, "delivery men don't usually knock twice, at least from my experience they don't."
David peered through the eyehole in the door to see no one there.
"What?" David pondered as he backed away from the door, "I could have sworn I heard knocking. Maybe they left a package in front of the door, and I just didn't notice it."
David approached the door a second time and, after unlocking it, opened the door to see a cardboard box sitting on top of the welcome mat. He picked up the box and carried it inside quickly, closing and locking the door once more. Once inside, David carried the package over to a couch in his living room, where he examined it.
"It shows that it was to be shipped to me," David investigated, "but this return address makes no sense. It says here it was sent three years ago, and I didn't live here at the time. So how could someone know exactly where I'd be living so long ago?"
David decided to keep the package a secret to himself, for now at least. It was definitely an odd case, but not so strange that he should force anyone else to cry over spilled milk. He came up with a conclusion. Someone shipped this to a different David, who lived there three years ago, and it got really caught up in the mail room. He probably just forgot to stamp it or something.
"This isn't meant for me," David said, "so I probably shouldn't open it."
David brought the package with him upstairs to his room, where he placed it on his bed. He looked over to the monitor and saw, to his delight, his computer had finally finished turning on. He sat down, and entered in the password. His desktop came unto the screen, and he moved the mouse over to click on the minimized Skype window. As he waited for it to start up, David saw a notification pop up on his screen. It said something about a brand new, revolutionary update that would be installed on every device at a random point in the day. There was also some sort of a warning about some sort of software that would dangerously conflict with it, but David completely ignored it. He closed the window and logged on to his Skype account. He clicked on the "Contacts" tab, and saw that one of his friends was online, Coyote_Nation.
'Want to Skype?' David typed into the chat.
He received a reply after a few seconds, 'Can't right now, I want to finish my English project so I don't have to later'
'Okay' David replied as he minimized the Skype window.
David moved the pointer across the desktop and opened up Steam. He logged in, and was the prompted to update Steam. He decided to accept it, and read up a little on the update while he waited. The link brought up Chrome to a rather unusual page. David examined the text for a few seconds about "A brand new update to Steam that will change EVERYTHING!" He rolled his eyes.
"They're probably just finally releasing that dumb Steam controller or whatever," he said to himself.
He closed the Chrome window, and clicked on the update progress tab.
"What?!" David said in disbelief, "Eight hours for an update? How freaking big is this?" he exclaimed while navigating to 'Advanced Options', "Five-hundred gigabytes?! That's absolutely ridiculous!"
David moved his mouse to cancel the update, but noticed there was no cancel button.
"Oh, so you're one of THOSE updates, ehh?" David said angrily, "Let's see what the task manager has to say about that."
He opened the Task Manager, and highlighted 'Steam'. He then clicked the button to end the task. The highlighted icon disappeared, and David opened up Steam once more. The prompt for him to update came up again, this time only giving the option to update and nothing else. There wasn't even as much as a minimized button.
"Hmm," David wondered, "It must be a glitch or something."
David enlarged the task manager, and ended the task. Then, for the third time, opened up Steam. This time, it was different. A window popped up, and all it said were some pretty unsettling words.
'Nice Try!' is all that it read.
"What the hell is this?" David asked as he came closer to his monitor to examine the text, "Some sort of joke or something?"
Suddenly, a red skull-and-crossbones popped up for a second, along with the words 'VIRUS UPLOADED'. However, David didn't notice the words, as he fell back in his chair from the jumpscare, and was now painfully lying on the ground.
"Ahh," he sighed in pain, "Son of a... urgh. What the hell was that about, some sorta' hacker?! I wonder if anyone else got hacked."
David rolled off of his chair unto the floor, and helped himself up to his feet. After lifting up his chair, David reclined in the leather seat and investigated the computer. There seemed to be nothing wrong, Steam was online and updated.
"Did... did any of that actually happen?" David questioned, "Is it possible... I just imagined it?"
David decided to stay off of Steam partially because he wasn't in the mood to play games right now, partially due to the fact that he may have just been hacked. He opened up Chrome, and typed some letter into the URL. He waited for a few second as his computer loaded up .
"I guess I can keep working on my story," he said to himself.
He logged on, and began typing the new chapter for the sequel to his surprisingly successful story.
"Man, I still can't believe my own cousin read this story, let alone two hundred other people," David thought out loud. "Now, should I bring David back into the sequel, or just wait for the ending? Or maybe, just drop hints about him, that might be the best thing to do."
Just as he began typing out the reference to David Tompkins, the pikachu-turned boy who was a main character in his first fanfic, a Skype voice call popped up. It was pastyj24, his cousin. David quickly plugged in his headset, and answered the call.
"Heyooo," David greeted Jacob.
"Hey buddy," Jacob returned, "I've got some awesome news."
"What is it?"
"So you know how the girls are all going to Chicago with our moms?" Jacob began.
"Yeah?"
"Well, our dads have decided to visit them in Chicago for a whole week."
"So... that mean I have the house all to myself."
"Even better, we are going to have the house to ourselves."
"What?!"
"Yep! You and I are a spending the entire week together."
"Awesome! ...Wait, what are we gonna eat?"
"My dad's given me some money, enough to buy food from that one Walmart down the street for the week."
"And you're sure they trust us?"
"What reason do they have not to?"
"Well, you almost set a house on fire..."
"It was just a match."
"...you eat food like it's free..."
"I can learn not to eat."
"...and you have no sense of self-control."
"A simple adjustment. Just, ignore all the faults for once and be happy we get to spend a whole week on our own!"
"Fine, when are you coming over?"
"In about t-"
Jacob's voice was suddenly cut off, as Skype and all the other windows closed. All of them except for Chrome, oddly. The monitor zoomed in closely on the text that was the newest chapter in David's story, and it began speeding between random words. It zoomed back and forth at dizzying speeds. David stared at the screen, which was moving far too quickly for him to follow. Then, it went black. David looked confused at the screen when, out of nowhere, a sharp, high-pitched beeping blew up his ears. He quickly flung off the head set, breathing heavily.
"What is going on?" he asked himself, "What was with all of that?"
His phone buzzed, making him jump slightly. He scrambled and grabbed for it, located on the same table as his monitors. He answered it.
"Y- yes?" he stuttered nervously.
"Hey buddy," Jacob replied, "what happened? And why do you sound like you just saw a ghost?"
"I wish it was a ghost," David responded.
What are you even talking about?" Jacob asked.
"Wha-?" David snapped out of his little trance, "Sorry, I'm just a bit... tired. Also, sorry about the Skype call, I must be getting an update or whatever. When did you say you'd be over?"
"In about twenty minutes," Jacob answered, "Man, I am so excited."
"Yeah... me too," David replied, "Oh, I should probably get everything ready. See ya' later."
"Kay, bye."
David hung up his phone and checked the time, four o' clock. He put his phone down, and began cleaning his room. Taking all the dirty clothes, he threw them down the stairs. And within just five minutes of beginning, he was already done.
"Wow, that was easy," David said to himself, "but now what do I do?"
He flopped down onto his bed, bored out of his mind. His eyes glanced around the room, from the closet, to his dresser, and finally resting on the mysterious package that lay right beside him.
"You know, if it was shipped three years ago," David began, "I'm sure he wouldn't mind if I opened it. And it would be such a shame t let this package go to waste."
David dashed downstairs and into his kitchen, grabbing a pair of scissors. He then rushed back up the stairs and plunged the sharp metal into the box. He hurriedly cut through the tape, and forced open the cardboard flaps. He rummaged through the styrofoam packaging peanuts, until one of his fingers touched something cold and hard. He grabbed the unknown item and pulled it out of the package, revealing a glass bottle of milk.
"What the heck?" David pondered, "This looks like it's from the time period of the milkman!"
He examined the bottle further, but it was just a normal, clear glass container filled with perfect-looking milk sealed in with by a wooden cork. There was absolutely nothing odd or special about it, it was completely average!
"Who in their right mind," David asked, "would ship a bottle of milk?! I mean, I'm sure that I'm missing something here, because this makes no sense!"
David sat down in his chair, still closely investigating the un-ordinarily regular milk bottle. He grabbed the cork, and popped it off, letting loose an aroma of milkiness. Which basically smells like air... nothing at all.
"I don't know what's more strange," David stated, "the fact that this bottle is here, or that it isn't even a little spoiled after three years. I wonder... if it tastes good..." he pondered while bringing it up to his lips. He took a sip, and immediately cringed. He dashed out of his room and into the bathroom, where he leaned over the sink and spat out the disgusting substance.
"Dear God," David exclaimed, "that tasted worse than spoiled milk!"
He began washing out his mouth with water, a process that took almost ten minutes.
"That was terrible," David said as he exited the bathroom, "I mean, it tasted like rat sh..."
He was stopped when he entered his room again, shocked by the sight before him. He ran back to the bathroom, and returned with a towel as he panicked to clean up the milk he had spilled on his desk. Half of the liquid had unfortunately fallen off the side of table and on his tower. The white substance dripped down into the ventilation and straight into the motherboard. A loud pop came from it, followed by a flurry of sparks.
"WHOA!" David shouted as he jumped back, "That can't be good."
His guess was reinforced by another pop, and an even larger flurry of sparks. The tower began vibrating. It was only slightly, but not normal, and David was able to take mind to this. There was a steady stream of sparks emitting from the tower, and the vibrating had evolved into shaking. Loud cracks came out of the trembling machine as David slowly back away. He fell backwards, landing on the bed with a shocked expression mixed with the emotion of fear on his face. Suddenly, a small bolt of electricity shot out, striking the door knob.
"Holy crap!" David yelled, "I've got to get out of here!"
He made a beeline for the door, but recoiled upon touching the electrified handle. Holding his hand in pain, David dropped to the floor at the sound of another loud pop, just as another jolt crackled above his head. He panicked, and dove behind his bed, holding the cardboard package in front of him as a shield. Another jolt of electricity was fired off, colliding with the makeshift shield. David brought down what was left of it, which consisted of a flaming piece of cardboard. He quickly threw it aside, and could only watch in horror as his tower began shaking more and more violently. A bright light formed within the device, accompanied by a sharp whistle. David covered his eyes from the blinding rays, and his mouth opened upon hearing the tea kettle whistle.
"Oh SHIT!" David shouted as he dove under his bed.
He covered his ears once underneath the bed frame, but it did little to drown out the deafening explosion that immediately followed. He could see little, but David viewed flaming bits of his once operating device falling onto the ground. He could hear the crackle of fire, and quickly crawled out from under his bed at the sound of it. He saw his dresser, the top covered with orange flames. David grabbed the towel and quickly batted down the hot flames. He threw the towel aside, and looked at what was left of his room.
"What the hell?" David exclaimed as he examined the area. He table was a single leg, sitting in a pile of ashes. His bed was completely singed, except for his red satchel, which was surprisingly untouched. There was something off about the satchel, but David couldn't see what as he heard a distant knocking. It came from downstairs. David slowly maneuvered around his room and reached the door, which held a gaping hole in the center of it. He cautiously reached for the doorknob and, finding it no longer dangerous, turned the handle and opened his door. As he walked away from his room, he noticed his door fall off of its hinges and land on the rugged floor. David slowly made his way down the stairs, still in shock of what had just happened. He unlocked the front door, and opened it to Jacob, who held a cheerful expression. But it soon turned to confusion when he saw David.
"What... the heck... happened to you?" Jacob asked.
"It's a long story," David replied as he let Jacob in, "and I'm not sure I understand most of it."
David led Jacob to his living room, and they both sat on the couch. Jacob laid his backpack on the table.
"Okay, now tell me exactly what happened to you," Jacob said.
"Well, I guess it all started with this mysterious package that showed up in front of my door about an hour ago..."
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"Wow," Jacob exclaimed, "you have been through a lot in the past hour, huh?"
"Wait, you actually believe me?" David asked.
"Well, you face says it all," Jacob replied, "because it's covered in ash."
"Yeah... I should probably take a shower," David said, "but I need to see what I can scavenge from my room before that."
David began walking up the stairs when Jacob called out to him, "I'm guessing we won't be playing on the PS3?"
"We can just play brawl on the Wii," David said back, "that's something that didn't get destroyed."
"That's, weird," Jacob said to himself, "you'd think as massive of an explosion that David described it as, it would have leveled this whole building."
Jacob put this thought to rest, but it soon came back as he waited for David to return.
"Not only that," he thought out loud, "but I should have heard it. It should have caused an earthquake. David shouldn't have survived it. Is he telling me a lie?" Jacob shook his head to this notion, "There's no way he would lie about something like that. Plus, he's got ash all over his face! That's not normal at all."
His thoughts were cut short by a scream. Jacob got up from the couch, but did not move otherwise.
"David," Jacob called out, "you all good up there?"
He heard another scream, which caused him to slowly approach the stairs. He was stopped, just short exiting the living room, he heard the sound of panicked and rapid footsteps . The noise could be heard running down the stairs. Jacob saw David come from around the corner, running towards the living room. He was in an all-out sprint, and he didn't noticed the shoes that eventually tripped him. He fell down, his face slamming against the rug.
"What the hell man?" Jacob said, "What's wrong with you?"
David scrambled to his feet, dashing behind Jacob and hiding from something. Jacob tried turning around to calm down his cousin, but David forced Jacob's shoulders forward, facing the bottom of the stairs.
"David?" Jacob asked, creeped out, "What's going on?"
"Upstairs," David said fearfully, "my room... upstairs."
"Yeah, what about it?" Jacob said, confused by his cousin's behavior.
"Jus-" David stuttered, "Just go up the stairs... and look... into my room."
"Why?" Jacob questioned.
"JUST... do it," David responded.
Jacob looked at the stairs, then at David cowering behind him, then back to the stairs. With one eyebrow raised in suspicion, Jacob carefully walked towards them. He slowly made his way up the stairs, taking about three seconds for every step.
"David," Jacob said nervously, "what is in your room?"
"Something you won't believe," David answered.
As Jacob reached the top of the stairs, he turned the corner and cautiously peeked into David's room. He examined the area, and it was exactly as David had described it.
"Whoa," Jacob said, "this place really is a wreck."
"Jacob, look," David said, as he raised a shaking finger, "there."
He was pointing directly at his unscathed satchel. Jacob followed David's finger, and saw the indicated bag. It was perfectly normal, aside from something resting on top of the item. The small, yellow creature raised its head, its dark, beady eyes looking at the two petrified cousins.
"A... a..." Jacob stuttered.
"A pikachu..." David finished.
Jacob stared at the mythical creature for what seemed like forever, trying to understand what was going on. It was a minute before he spoke.
"What the fuck."
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Hello everybody! My name is djtjedi, and this is my third fanfic! I've been in this business for now two months, so I welcome all of you that accept novice writers. So now that I got that out of the way for all the newcomers, let's us continue!
I am sure there is at least a little confusion about the release of this story, especially since I said I'd be working on the sequel instead. There's just one problem with that.
WRITER'S BLOCK!
I've lost my drive to write about that story line, so this is me killing two birds with one stone.
Bird #1: I am taking a break from the sequel.
Bird #2: I am revisiting an idea I came up with a year ago, long before my knowledge of even a fanfic.
Stone #1: Really big rock, that's the key.
Anyways, this is planned to technically be a short story, and will only have a few chapters. HOWEVER, they will be very long chapters. So three cheers for elongated stories.
Hooray!
Also, just a fun fact, this is the second time I've written just for fun and ended up coming with something good. This story was originally planned to die in my binder of papers, as its original intention was JUST a break from the original story. Then, I looked back at it and said, "Heck with it, it's good enough!"
Who knows, maybe I'll finally be invited to a community or this story will do better than A Lost Adventure.
WISHFUL THINKING!
Also, I have started a blog. So, if you want to know more about me or about my input on how everything sucks and stuff, look me up on .
(My blog is called, "What's the What")
Uhm, what else? Ah, yes. For all of you newcomers, welcome! I'd like to introduce you to Mr Barley, but he is one a five month vacation. Apparently, I put that in the employee handbook, and never took it out when I actually hired someone.
WHOOPS!
That's all I've got for now... wait! This is probably going to be my LAST editor's note, since I'll be talking about my day-to-day on my blog. So for everyone who hates these notes, hooray! And for all of you who love them, I'm sorry. Just... look at my blog or whatever.
I don't expect you to but... yeah, okay.
PEACE!