A/N: I was hermit-ing for several days, making comic sketches and switching comics from Umbrella Academy to Y: The Last Man, man I feel refreshed.
Then I decided to continue this wrecked story.
After (not) winning four consecutive matches on FIFA 2014... here I am. [insert superheroish theme song here]
It all started when Big Ben's clock started to tick counter-clockwise.
No it didn't.
It was one hot day in Jakarta when a young ordinary boy was—
"What's the time?!" Haryo turned to Ryan excitedly.
"What do you think," Ryan asked with a dash of sarcasm.
"'What do I think?' I don't even know!"
"Haryo, you just asked me the same question two minutes ago. Two. Minutes. Ago," Ryan replied, trying to keep his voice low enough to avoid any attention from the rest of the class. Can't you be any more annoying?
"Well… It's hard to concentrate when Minecraft is the only thing on my mind. Hehehe," he said with that (very) annoying grin on his face.
Bothersome. Ryan sighed; he placed his chin on his left palm while his right hand's fingers were already occupied with his skillful pen-spinning tricks. He tried to give his attention to his sociology teacher that had already succeeded in making half of the class fall under his magical sleeping spell. Maybe he really is a sorcerer, Ryan thought.
After another lunar cycle passed by (read: two minutes), a small piece of paper slid on his desk and interrupted his pen-spinning tricks.
LET'S HAVE A MINECRAFT LAN PARTY
WITH REY AND THE OTHER KIDS
-ALEXANDER ALEXANDER ALEXANDER
(ALEXANDER THE THIRD)
It took a while for Ryan to read the awful hand-written note. He didn't recognize the name written below the message but he didn't need a detective to figure out who wrote it: Haryo Abdala. Ryan shifted his head up a bit, his eyes met with Haryo's that seemed like begging: 'Come on come on! Let's play! You'll play right, right?!' Ryan gave out an uninterested look and whispered, almost with no voice: "No. I don't play video games anymore and I am not a kid—we are not kids."
"Ah… I know deep down in the smallest corner, in the deepest reaches of your unfathomable heart, you actually want to. You really realllly want to."
"Have I ever said 'no' and not mean it?"
"Yes you have."
"No."
"I know you really want-"
"No."
"Ah, you are no fun at all. You're boring. Boooorrrrriiing."
"Shut up."
"I know! You actually want to meet up with that Novia after class right?! I always see you two at the library after I shoot some hoops," Haryo whispered, loud enough for the whole class to hear. Whispers, chuckles, and giggles filled the atmosphere around them. "Ryan's with that girl from class 11-5?" "Wow I didn't know he even had a social life." Shit shit shit shit shit shit. Blood rushed to his face. He slammed his forehead onto his desk and buried his face inside his arms.
"Hehe… Sorry Ryan."
Ryan only kept silent and secretly pointed out his middle finger to Haryo. Fuck you! Fuck you and fuck your fucking game! Fuck you! And you call yourself a fucking friend?!
The bell rang through the speakers three times, it was a sign that school was over.
Ryan quickly took his backpack and dashed to the school gates, avoiding everyone in sight. He had only one thing on his mind: Home. When he took his bike out of the school gate he overheard someone shout: "You're not going on a date at the library, Ansos?![1]"
No, jerk.
When he reached home, he did the usual: The laundry, the dishes, then the newspapers, and finally the bed. No, he doesn't make the bed. There are those three usual steps: lay on it, read something on it, sleep on it; a routine that repeats for almost every time he has spare time. And unless he has homework, then there is spare time; that means every day. But when he tried to read the first word on his novel he couldn't stop thinking those stupid words that his friend had to shout out inside the class. He keeps on cursing the air and hits the bed. Then he, unusually, sat up and went to his computer and turned it on.
Ryan opened the browser and connected to that-well-known social network (Facebook). Then it happened, a miracle, or maybe we should call it a curse. 'Novia Adriana just uploaded a photo'. Universe, if you are conspiring with those jerks you just did it. (Sorry dude, you character's nature is unlucky)
He scrolled down to only narrow his eyes in disbelief. 'Haryo Abdala posted: "Minecraft Update! WOOOHOOOOOO! NAOW I CAN RIDE THEM HORSES YEA!"' Yep universe, congratulations!
His curiosity was going to explode if he didn't click on the link. It opened up a page with several in-game screenshots with those oh-so unique blocky graphics. This was the game he was talking about? What's with this? I thought games these days were all about the 'Video' not the 'Game'.
Ryan left his computer on and jumped to his bed. He couldn't even focus on a word in that novel, so he decided to skip that step in his system, which he already did break. After he closed his eyes, he eventually dived deep into his slumber.
-/-
A violent grumble suddenly woke Ryan up from his slumber. He held his stomach, and it grumbled for the second time. I should get something to eat… Speaking of eating, I haven't fed Yakub yet. Wait I haven't fed… Oh god. Ryan slowly opened his eyes and was greeted by the sky, already colored in orange and yellow, and stared at it, amazed by how the well-built this universe was. Then he realized something. When the hell did I have a sunroof house?!
He quickly sat up with his eyes widening while his hands gripped the grass around him. The white walls and ceilings, his PC, and his books were all gone as if it were a part of a magic show. All that was left was a vast grass plain. He gazed at the setting sun and the beautiful silhouettes of horses galloping in front of it. He couldn't think of anything for a moment.
Ryan then stood up. He looked down and smiled. His grey pair of pants and his brown shirt (and his favorite underwear) didn't vanish with his house too, but he needs a new pair of shoes.
Calm down. Where am I? I am in the middle of nowhere. Now, guess where you are? I dunno, a steppe. Where in Indonesia could I find a steppe? Brom or Nusa Tenggara, and it isn't even as cold as this. How the hell did I get out of my house? How could someone break in and kidnap me and suddenly waste their time trying to find an unidentified steppe and put a 16-year old adolescent teenager here? No one. No one with a working brain would want to waste their time and money doing things like that.
Ryan looked up grinning ear to ear, and then he turned that wide grin into a frown with his middle finger pointed at the sky. "ARE YOU HAPPY UNIVERSE? ARE YOU HAAAAAAAAAAPPY?!" And the universe only answered with an echo of Ryan's own voice. It seemed like the universe was making fun of him.
Ryan scanned around again; he found out that there were four types of animals around him: A horse herd, a sheep herd, three pigs and a chicken. Wait. Three pigs and a chicken… Three pigs and a chicken?! Is this even their natural habitat?
I reckon you should study more at school.
Now it was already the stars turn to illuminate the earth from the clear sky. He lay down again. He closed his eyes. Maybe if I slept again everything will be back to normal.
He hardly could get any sleep, but he still forced his eyes shut and hoped he'll get to sleep soon enough. But his eyes could only gazed at the stars. There're many of them… That means I'm not even close to a city or a town.
The night's silence was no more as heavy footsteps vibrated behind him. He sat up again and turned around and saw a silhouette of a person. Curious, he walked to that silhouette. (Note: Remember when your mother says to not speak to strangers? I think this is what she meant)
"Uh… Excuse me? Is there any towns near…"
The silhouette wasn't a person's silhouette. It turned around to him; a tall looking humanoid figure, about three meters high. That figure seemed like it didn't have any fat or flesh, just bones wrapped up in pitch-black skin. Its arms were abnormally long, and when Ryan looked into its eyes it glowed in purple. It screeched; the herd of animals around them scattered around. Anyone with a good sense of danger would eventually run if they heard that.
Except this guy,
He could only swallow his own saliva.
"...here?"
[1]: Ansos. A nickname for Ryan taken from the words Anti and Social.
[A/N: don't look at the reviews, they were there for the past story which I think was really fucked up. This time I'm going to wait a little longer for each chapter update and see what can I improve from this. The authors in my favorite author lists really inspire me to write again.]
fuck sometimes words just go missing when I upload them here, please tell me if I miss any of them.
