Warnings: Drug usage, swearing, and (to be added) homosexuallity.


In the ocean.

We'll hold hands.

Headphone does not own!

Time sat still.

No, correction, Sync sat still.

He sat to the point of where not a single bone in his whole body moved aside from the casual ribs that shifted upon convulsion from the diaphragm. The young boy's mouth tasted like too much alcohol, and his eyes swam in a shady abyss. Needless to say, he was drinking himself stupid, and on top of it all, his date had ditched him.

Yes, his date, the one and only Arietta who followed him like he was the biggest thing since AIDS. Yes, that Arietta, the one who, on the first day of school, proceeded to try doing creepy voodoo on the cheerleading squad and convince the school via the PA system that she was actually Hitler in disguise. You get the general idea, yes, she ditched Sync to go off with whoever she would.

And the funny thing was this: He could give a rat's ass. His drink became more and more delicious with every sip, and everyone around him seemed to be dancing the same orange dance, and he was sure the sky just became a whole lot closer.

Correction: The floor just came a whole lot closer. It came a whole three feet and seven inches closer, and his face was now splattered onto the gritty linoleum.

'Fuck my life' he though before rolling over to face up, vaguely noticing that no one stopped dancing to help him up. Of course, what was he thinking? That the sudden flop of the chair and his not-so heavy body would be louder then the god-awful music? Of course not, after all, everyone there was too busy drowning there ears out with Avril-fucking-Lavine that they couldn't take there eyes off the blinding strobe lights to look at poor helpless Sync.

'Fuck my life, and Fuck my…bread? Bread…I like bread." By the end of his thought, he was speaking out load, and trying to close his eyes to stop seeing random colors that seemed to be screaming at him.

"Why are the colors, yelling?" Speech slurred, and if anyone was really listening, they would realize that he was both drunk and having some sort of trip that was less-then-pleasant.

"Goddamnit, I leave you alone for 10 minutes to go talk to Legretta and you're passing out? I thought I could trust you." He recognized the voice vaguely, but decided to ignore it with the closing of his eyes and the screaming colors. He vaguely assumed that someone laced the drinks with some sort of drug, as he knew that this was not the usual affect of alcohol.

"Arietta, why is the ground moving? It's like water!" Upon realizing that he was drowning, he tried to get up, but mentally kept on drowning. In reality, this act of stupidity looked like he was a Magikarp that still couldn't use Tackle, and if anything, it made him seem like he was mentally retarded and/or crazier then a batshit sociopath.

"Who the hell gave him the acid?!" Arietta wondered sternly, and quickly looked into his drink, finding no trace of acid, but what she assumed was some other equally-trip-inducing drug.

The ground continued to try to swallow him whole, and Sync could think of nothing else but how funny Arietta looked when her face was replaced by a grizzly bear's head. He chuckled at her, until he came across the realization that she was a sea-demon from the depths of the ocean, and tried to fight her back by fiercely clawing at her.

To random strangers, this appeared to look as though he was some sort of lunatic trying to lazily slap his pink-haired date.

This was, undoubtedly, where the nightmare truly began.