Chapter 1: Worm Holes And Revelations
'I watch you spin around in your highest heels
You are the best one, of the best ones
We all look like we feel…'
*BZZZT!*
I turned my music off, slightly annoyed about having to stop the song before it even finishes. Who in their right mind even disturbs someone on a holiday?
I got up from bed, at least that's what I call the hard as rock kind of cushion I've been sleeping in, and went towards the door. On the way, I checked the mirror if I was decent enough to answer the door. Hair, neat thanks to the fact that I just had it buzz cut yesterday. Face, looks clean enough, except for the sorry facial hair I call a mustache. Clothes, my 'Bitch please' meme shirt looks tidy along with my cargo shorts. I looked acceptable I presume, for a guy in his 20s; acceptable and mature, despite the fact that I still watch cartoons and play videogames, but we'll worry about that later. Right now the door needs me.
*BZZZT!*
"I hear you!" I shouted at whoever was buzzing me. Curse this dormitory for installing buzzers instead of letting people just knock. That would have been more peaceful.
I opened the door to a young girl, around my age and height but slightly skinnier, wearing a simple tank top and jersey shorts. Her hair was a bob cut which makes her face seem a little round and cherubic. I know her well, she was my best friend, well my only friend. Her name was Samantha Day, Sam to everyone else, Sunday to me.
"Hey O.C!" She blissfully shouted at my face, knowing that I hated being called O.C. Oscar Chase was my name, but Sunday thought Oscar was too formal and called me O.C.
"Hi Sunday," I said blearily, still hung over from last night's Shirley Temple movie marathon. I tried to perk up a bit and gave her a 'shaka' sign ( our favorite greeting), "It's 7 in the morning, what're you-"
"It's a holiday, we should hang around outside," she said in the most adorably energetic way possible, "Malling, or playing in an arcade, or going on a food trip! Oh, our other classmates are throwing a party or something I think."
"Bleh!" I said, sticking my tongue out childishly, "You know our other classmates hate me." I continued as I showed her inside. "Oscar Chase, Mr. Absolute Weirdo, geeky and likes little girls. Everyone else besides you treats me like some kind of abomination."
"Well, maybe if you didn't announce it during the first day of classes…" she replied with a smirk as she plopped down on a bean cushion lying around the floor.
"I hate pretending to be someone else, you know that. I was born like… like this... so I've got to deal with it and be true to myself. If everyone else thinks being a pedophile automatically means I'm a future criminal, then let them be damned. I'm not gonna stand to be a part of another stereo—"
"EHEM!" Sunday cut in, holding a palm out to stop me, "You're going from rant to speech again, congratulations on transforming a small convo about today's schedule into a speech regarding existence and self-acceptance."
I just grinned, Sunday knows me well. She's been my friend since we were toddlers, and it almost feels like we're twins sometimes. Regardless, I had no plans to go outside.
"Sorry, but I'm still staying inside," I said, walking towards my glass cabinet full of movies,tv series collections, and video games. I opened it and started looking for something I had planned to enjoy today. "I'm spending the whole day marathoning something I haven't seen since I was 9."
I finally found what I was looking for and showed her my bluray collection of the Lilo&Stitch movies. She smiled as if she saw something she didn't expect in my collection but realized that she should have expected it from me. After all, I'm the 'weirdo' who's weekly phone wallpapers cycle through pictures of Agnes(the only non-Disney in my phone), Vanellope,Boo, and a certain Hawaiian girl and her alien. Sometimes, when I'm feeling normal, I change my wallpaper to Ezio Auditore. Sometimes.
"Wow, these are practically vintage." She smirked.
"It's only been 12 years, although I've rewatched them already, I still think a Hawaiian Rollercoaster ride would be a nice way to spend the day."
"Let me guess, you just wanted to see a little lady in red?" She sarcastically asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Of course not…entirely. I also like the story, and the subtle jokes and all that."
"Uh-huh." She still had an eyebrow raised, the stood up and started for the door, "Anyway, I'm going on a food trip, with or without you."
I told her to 'knock her self out' and 'enjoy', as I set my ps3 up to play some bluray. Before she left, she looked back at me with a worried look and said:
"I know those things make you happy, but you can't get anywhere in life if fictional children's all you care about."
"I care about non-fictional children too…" I said, and trailed off to realize she had already left. I locked the door and fixed myself some breakfast to eat as I my ps3 booted up the first movie.
At least that's what I would have done, had not a large gaping black hole materialized in my room. I looked around to see all my important stuff being sucked in. And...there goes my ps3, and my movie/show/game collection, and my pug plushie. Pretty soon I too, was being sucked in. I held to the closest thing to me for dear life. Sadly, the hard as rock foam I call a bed was not heavy enough to prevent me from getting sucked, and my last thought as darkness ate me was that I should've gone with Sunday.
"…something could be being wrong with 606…" I heard some rough sounding voice say as I start to come to. "…we were lucky was not creating black hole. Unfortunately, 606 created worm hole. Big problem, but very intriguing."
"Cousin…sick?" A strange but familiar voice replied. Still trying to get my bearings, I tried to look around to find where the voices were coming from, and who owns them.
"No! Not sick, merely evolving. Well, evolving dangerously. Will diagnose later after taken to evil genius lab."
"Don't worry, Holio, you'll be fine! Although Wormhole might get mad that you can do what he does now too..." Another voice added, a slightly high-pitched, perky voice. "Anyway, we gotta find out where he sucked all these junk from."
Finally, most of my orientation kicked in and I could finally see and hear properly. I looked around to see a bunch of colorful furnitures, pale blue walls, a finely varnished wooden floor…
And most of my stuff strewn around it. In front of me, a bunk bed had been invaded by different dvds and blurays,most probably all mine. I sighed, worrying that whoever owns this house must be losing it right now, and will probably kill me if they saw the mess I made.
Well technically it wasn't my fault,right? The blackhole thing did it.
"Hello?!" I asked loudly,not exactly in a shout, but almost. "I'm sorry for the mess, I dunno what happened."
"Actually," the younger voice said behind me, "That was kind of our fault…"
I looked around to see a small young girl, around 7 or 8 years old, in a red flower patterned dress. She had tanned skin and hair long enough to reach past her chest. I was pretty sure I've seen her before, but I still feel discombobulated after being sucked by a black hole.
"Aloha, I'm Lilo," the young girl said with a wave, and somewhere in my head my mind was screaming something. I was still figuring out why the name felt like I heard it before. She was carrying a big red-looking squirrel(?) with fins(spikes?) on its back and nearly shoved the ugly thing on my face, "This is Holio, he kinda accidentally transported you here. He doesn't usually do that."
"Oh. O…kay…, I'm Oscar." I said with a smile, and the girl smiled back with a wide grin, "Nice to meet you Lilo…"
Hmm,Lilo. Where have I heard that before?
Hmmm…
Then it hit me. My whole life flashed before my eyes, although it was mostly me in front of a tv or a computer, it all came back to me.
I maintained my cool and decided to find out what the hell is going on, is what I wanted to say, but the truth is I started hyperventilating and basically screamed a pitch high enough you'd think it came from the little girl. Without thinking, I hugged her, wondering if I accidentally smoked weed or something to cause this kind of hallucination.
To my surprise, she felt real. The warmth of her body, the fabric of her muumuu, and even the shocked look on her face after I hugged her seemed real.
"Okay…" She said, hesitating but hugging back, "This is…weird. Even for what I'm used to."