Chapter 1: Is it normal to survive falling from the sky?

Unrelenting pressure. Like being buffeted by the wind in the middle of a storm. That's what he felt as he opened his eyes groggily.

"What is… happeNING!?" He started before ending off with a half-scream

He was shocked to find that he was no longer in his bed back home and instead found himself falling straight out of the sky with nothing to land on in sight. Whether that was a good thing was up in the air for debate. He maneuvered himself to try and get a bearing on the situation. Mind traveling a mile a minute trying and failing to comprehend the situation.

"IS THIS LIKE ONE OF THOSE DREAMS WHERE YOU WAKE UP WHEN YOU HIT THE GROUND!?" He shouted to no one in particular. Inside voice apparently lost to the wind.

He looked all around him. Seeing nothing but endless blue skies stretching far into the horizon. He felt an odd sense of serenity enveloping him as he stared out at the endless blue. Getting into a thinking posture as he fell head first.

"Well. At least when I finally crash into the ground I'll have seen this beautiful sight before death" He craned his neck upwards(downwards?) and squinted to check for any coming signs of the ground.

Almost immediately after he did the clouds parted and for a scant few seconds he saw a mass of several floating islands, each with its own massive sprawling cities.

"Whoah…"

Was all he managed to get out before his view of it quickly disappeared and his descent seemed to speed up. The world passed by in a blur of colors and sound before he smashed head first into the ground before he could even get another word out. Mercifully he didn't feel any pain from it as he was knocked unconscious the moment his head hit the ground. As quick as when he awoke he fell into the sweet embrace of oblivion once more.

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"It was somewhere around here Iffy! I remember seeing it crash into Virtua forest kinda like Big Nep-Nep does whenever she comes back from her adventures to other places!"

Compa jogged hurriedly through the undergrowth. IF followed by a few paces behind her.

"Are you absolutely sure you were seeing things right? It could've been nothing you know" IF called out to her, though she couldn't hide an undertone of worry.

"I know it was somewhere around… Here!"

She hopped through a gap between some bushes and out into a clearing where a sizeable crater had formed. It was deep enough that she and IF had to slide down a small slope to get down to it. That was when they saw it. Like a sword lodged in a slab of stone, sitting there at the epicenter of the crash site was...

A pair of tracksuit pants. They were Red and had two light orange stripes running up each side. It looked completely out of place and outright silly but the fact remained that someone crashed into the ground hard enough to leave a crater the size of Compa's garden and buried themselves up to their waist. Compa hurried over to the pair of legs sticking out of the ground and grabbed hold of one of them.

"Iffy! Give me a hand with this!"

IF meanwhile stood to the side, wondering about the chances that the person under there was even alive. With a sigh she walked over to grab hold of the other leg to help her friend out.

"On three. One…Two… Three!" And with a herculean heave Compa sent the buried person flying out of the ground and clear out of the crater… with IF still attached to the other leg.

"WAAAAAAGH!"

The hapless pair fell in a heap. The buried individual cushioning IF's landing. Dazed by the sudden shift in position and perspective IF took a second to shake away the confusion before she focused on the person underneath her. Aside from the tracksuit pants it seemed like they were wearing a hoodie with similar coloration to the pants. Two light orange stripes ran up the sleeves and the same color lined the pockets at the front. The next thing IF noticed was that the person she was sitting on was tall. Taller than her easily by a full head, maybe more. Then she noticed they were wearing a black gasmask over their face and a hat on top that somehow remained on despite the fact that he was just violently dislodged from the ground. Next she noticed she was practically straddling them. Embarrassingly enough. She leapt off and backwards with a cry of mixed surprise and embarrassment.

"Iffy? Are you okay up there?" Compa called out as she climbed out of the crater.

She finished pulling herself up as IF stood up and dusted some dust off her coat, trying to appear nonplussed despite the flustered blush on her face.

"Are they okay?"

"I'm… not sure… They haven't woken up yet that's for sure"

"Ooh… My head…" Is what he said. But to the girls present it sounded like a groan and a series of muffled Mmph's due to the gasmask they wore.

His vision swam. His mind still recovering from the impact. He could only make out blobs of color with vague shapes. The colors that stuck out the most were light pink, brown and shockingly dazzling green before his mind blanked out and he fell back into the sweet embrace of sleep once more.

"I think they fell unconscious again Iffy. Can you help?"

"I know you can carry them by yourself so I'm just going to clear a path for you"

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His dreams were always odd. Sometimes they were borderline drug trips and other times they were macabre horror shows of distorted melting faces staring at him for the duration of the dream. This was the first time he'd ended up somewhere fairly normal for once. A black void with furniture floating about. A coffee table levitated next to a lounge chair and a sofa. Sitting on the lounge chair was a man in a dark green suit. He had a newspaper open and was reading through it rather enthusiastically if the sounds of amused chuckles were any indication. The front page was written in a language he couldn't quite understand but had a picture of a flying creature floating between a pair of ruined looking buildings.

"Uh… excuse me? Who are you? Where am I?"

The figure in the chair stopped chuckling and closed his paper, setting it aside and laying it on a table that popped into existence right next to the lounge chair. The figure revealed itself to be a man. He looked like an elderly man, possibly in his 50's, and wore a simple dark red three-piece suit and black leather shoes. He still carried a look of mild amusement on his face as he scrutinized the person across from him. The way he sat gave off the airs of someone of authority and great respect.

"Well… ABOUT DAMN TIME BOY!"

And with that the air of authority and respect was snuffed out like a candle tossed out into a rainstorm. He leapt off his chair in an exaggerated manner, sending it careening into the darkness behind him. Ignoring that he briskly walked over and patted his guest on both shoulders.

"Honestly! You younglings are getting worse with every generation! Making us old people wait so damn long. For shame!"

He could only express confusion as the old man led him towards the still floating couch. He reached out to grab it with one hand and set it down on the ground like it weighed nothing.

"But where are my manners. Come! Sit! Sit with me boy!"

Without much choice or a means of escape he had no choice but to follow along with this old man's orders. At the very least, he was being polite about it. No sooner had they sat down did a mug of coffee appear in the old man's hand as he reached out towards the coffee table slowly spinning around at head height next to him. He took a sip of it before offering it to his guest with a gesture.

"Ah no its fine I'm not that thirsty"

"Really? Oh well then. More for me! So!" He paused to take a sip from his mug. Shivering and grunting at the bitter nectar.

"You probably have a lot of questions on your mind hm?" He set his mug down on the coffee table, now at chest height, crossed one leg over the other and gestured with his other hand towards his guest.

"Yeah. I do actually. Kinda already asked two of them?"

"Ah! Yes yes I remember. Your wondering where you are and who I am yes?"

"Not in that exact order but yeah pretty much"

The old man chuckled and reached for his mug only to find that not only had the coffee table floated off with it but its contents had spilt out as well. Globules of coffee of varying sizes floating about. He shrugged, pulled an absurdly long curly straw out of his jacket and stuck one end in one of the globules and the other end in his mouth.

"Well my boy. You are currently dreaming. Your in a dreamscape!" He spoke between sips. The sizeable globule shrinking with each one.

"As for who I am? Well. I suppose you can think of me as… a middle man" He sipped once more, only to be disappointed to find that he'd already gone through most of the coffee floating about. Only small droplets leftover.

"W-wait a sec. Middle man? What do you mean by that?"He was confused for the Nth time today now. He absently batted away the stray mug of coffee that had floated towards him during the conversation.

"Well to be blunt my boy my employers have taken an interest in you and your friends. And so they have sent me to recruit you!"

"Wait- Recruit me? And my friends? what about-"

Suddenly the world around them began to shake and tremble. Like it were marching to the beat of an alarm clock.

"Well my boy it seems we've run out of time. We'll speak again another time and hopefully I can explain things better then. Ta ta!"

"Hey! Wai-" He was unable to finish his sentence as the world around them collapsed and was bathed in light. Leaving him blinded as he returned to the waking world once more.

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"I think he's waking up!"

"How can you tell? He's wearing a gasmask!"

"His breathing just got quicker and he's starting to move. Oh! I think he's awake now!"

The muffled voices sounded so distant yet so close to him. He squinted his eyes. Trying to get his bearings.

The first thing he saw as he woke was pink. That and bright, blinding pastel colors. He pushed himself up, feeling surprisingly light. He rubbed a hand against his... face? Why did it feel so smooth... and rubbery?

"Um. Excuse me? Are you okay mister?"

With a hum of confusion he turned to his side to see who was talking to him. Two girls stood beside the bed he was apparently lain on, the bed itself seemed to be too small for him. One had brown hair and green eyes and wore an oversized coat over a pair of black shorts and a a similarly colored sleeveless shirt. The other was of a color scheme similar to the room they were in. Pinkish hair and similarly colored eyes. She wore a sweater with detached sleeves and a checkered skirt.

"Mister? Can you hear me?" Asked the pink girl. He nodded to her in response. She smiled and he found himself equally bedazzled and confounded by the way she almost seemed to glow when she did.

"Okay. Then can you tell us who you are?" He nodded openinf his mouth to answer her.

"Of course. I'm Lucky. And uh... Who are you two?"

"Uh... Compa? Did you understand a thing that came out of that guy's mouth... mask... whatever? All I heard was muffled MMPH's"

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A/N: OKAY. First chapter done after about a few days of self-doubt and revision and it still looks like crap. Ah well. Problems of being a noob writer. Anywho. I hope you enjoyed reading this first introductory chapter of sorts to this inevitable clusterf*ck of a story I'm going to write. Updates will probably be erratic and wont have a set schedule cause thats just how I am.

Note: First chapter was written on mobile. Sorry for any bad grammar, mispelled words, etcetera. My phone has auto-correct turned off.