I grunt as my head smacks into something metallic "Ah! Motherfucker!" I hold my head in my hands as pain rings through my head. I growl as I punch whatever my head smacked into, but winced as my hand starts to hurt too.

I turn my head to look at the piece of shit that caused me this pain but couldn't see it, my vision was still blurry from waking up. I felt discomfort on my lower back, causing me to stretch my muscles and yawn as I do so. I had a massive headache, didn't help that I clearly slept in an uncomfortable position, sitting up for some reason. I rub my eyes to clear my foggy vision which didn't help in the slightest.

I need a drink of water.

Suddenly the whole room jolted, causing my headache to get worse. I groan as my head falls into my hands. I think I got a concussion.

"Here!" A loud high-pitch voice cuts through, making me cringe.

I held my hands to my ears in a weak attempt to snuff out the ringing that the voice caused.

The voice spoke up again,"Oops. Sorry." an awkward laugh followed.

I look up and squint my eyes as I try to find the voice, my head protesting the whole time. I let out a pained sigh as my head falls into my hands again, my vision fogging up once again, before trying once more. Unfortunately what I saw didn't help. The bright red color caused that unusual heaviness behind my eyes to amplify.

I looked away quickly, closing my eyes. I took a deep breath before looking back at the big blurry red thing.

"I got you your bottle of water. Drink up." The voice urges me as the red turned into a dark green.

I rubbed my eyes again, clearing my vision before focusing on the canteen bottle being held in front of me. I mutter a small thanks as I grab it and sluggishly twist open the cap.

I downed half of the contents before stopping to take a breath, "Oh man..." I groan. The water helped, a little bit. This headache isn't going away anytime soon, at least it isn't as tormenting as it was before but it certainly could be better.

"Do you feel any better?" The voice asked

I grunt,"Little bit"

"Hmm.." The voice ponders, "Oh! Wait here" I heard heavy footsteps walk over to something before I heard things being moved. The footsteps came back, "Here."

In front of me was a gloved hand. In that hand was two pills, painkillers I would assume. I laugh quietly, "That'll help. Thanks." I say as I grab the pills and throw them into my mouth, downing the remainder of the water along with the medicine.

"I saw you hit your head against the wall. Looked like it really hurt. Then you punched it. That also looked like it hurt. Then you were groaning a lot while simultaneously holding your head in your hands. And I was like 'If I was a betting man, I'd say you have a headache!' so I sprung into action, and decided to help my fellow comrade in need." His voice isn't as piercing as it was before. Good, that means the drugs are already kicking in. "Are you gonna be alright?" He asks worriedly.

I lean back in my chair, "Yeah. Just gonna need a few minutes." I say as I begin resting my eyes to wait for my head to settle properly, "Thanks… Uh." I trailed off.

"Private Donut! Reporting for duty." He introduced causing me to snort.

Private Donut? What kind of stupid name is that? Literally no one in the history of fiction and non-fiction has a name like that.

Ah, now that I think about it, there definitely is some poor losers named Donut out there. Specially in fiction. Like Private Donut from Red vs Blu- wait.

Waaait a minute.

I slowly open my eyes, focusing on the red thing in front of me. Only that red thing is a guy who happens to be wearing red stuff, with his hands on his hips as if he was some resident hero.

I gulp as I look around. Weapons lined up nicely on the walls. Boxes full of stuff I'll never know. A pilot impatiently shaking his leg. This strange grey colored helmet on my lap. That large sniper rifle sitting on the seat next to me. The self proclaimed "Donut" standing in front of me, head to toe in armor. Bright red armor.

I begin to laugh at my self. Closing my eyes and smiling.

This is all dream. Of course it is. This kind of scenario only exist in fanfiction. Not in real life. Not for me, I've just read too much fanfiction lately. And since my imagination was active, it's given me temporary control over my dreams.

Yes. That's it. Just a dream. A dream about Red vs Blue.

I open my eyes and look at my arms, legs, torso and see grey armor planted all over my body.

A very realistic dream mind you. The detail on this armor is immaculate! I can feel the body suit too, and the tightness of the armor. Don't forget the cold air coursing through the suit, keeping me cool. That headache also seemed extremely real too.

I frown. Doubt seeping into my mind.

What if..? No, that's definitely a side affect of controlling your dreams. I mean, you'd want it to feel real. Right?

I look at 'Donut', "Uhm... you wouldn't happen to know where we are?" I ask.

His head reels back, as if he was aghast at what I just asked, "You don't remember?" he shakes his head "Very unprofessional of you. We're in Blood Gulch outpost number one! Remember?"

I stare at him. Right. Right, yeah that makes sense! of course! Where else would I be if not Blood Gulch?

I laugh out loud, "Right! Silly me." I smack my head comically, only for it to start pounding again, "Ugh. I might have to rest a little bit."

"What? Hell no!" a voice from the front of the ship yells to us. "Get the fuck off my ship! We've been sitting here for ages, I've got shit to do!" the pilot, obviously angry, yelled out to us. Causing me to jump in surprise. Donut and my head doing the same.

Who the fuck was that guy? What's his problem?

The pilot Growled, "Well? You gonna get the fuck off or not?" He crosses his arms aggressively, "Or do I have to throw you off? Eh? what's it gonna be?"

I groan, "We're going. We're going."

Donut crossed his arms "Hmpf. How rude." he looks at me "We should go before the pilot throws another tantrum."

"Whatever, Asshole!" the pilot yelled out.

I scoff at the pilot before staring at the grey helmet sitting on my lap. The visor of the Mk.V helmet stared at me back, using my own face as a reflection.

"Just a dream." I whisper. before spinning the helmet and shoving my head in it. Doom style.

I stand up, wobbling slightly as my legs weren't used to standing just yet. My headache came back. Though not as bad as last time.

I walk to the door of the cargo ship, where Donut was waiting for me.

I gesture to the Gulch,"Shall we?" I ask him.

He looks behind me "Aren't you forgetting something?"

"Huh? How'd you mean?" I look behind me

He points to the sniper leaning on the seat next to mine. "The Sniper Rifle. You're the team sniper aren't you? I put it there while you were sleeping, cause I thought you needed it so..."

"Wait. I'm the team sniper? Since when?"

"What? You're saying you aren't the team sniper?!" He panicked "Oh no! Did we get the wrong guy?!"

I held my hands up "Calm down, Donut! I'm the team sniper, okay? No need to panic."

"Oh. Well thank god! Phew!" He wiped his visor, "I was like, totally freaking out there! It's just that this is my first day here, and I don't want things to get too complicated. If you know what I mean."

"Yeah i know what you mean." I gesture to the sniper, "I'm just gonna go get my gun now."

"Okay then"

I walk over to the rifle and hold it in my hands. The damn thing was heavy and felt foreign in my hands. I've never actually held a gun before so this was really new to me.

I didn't know weight counted in dreams. My doubts are starting to become more real by the minute. I may have been a bit far-fetched with the controlling dreams thing. But I just... What else am I supposed to believe? This whole situation is just unreal. I can't just accept this all on the spot, but it feels real. And that's what scares me. The that I might be wrong.

I look at Donut who had his hand shielding his eyes from the sun, even though he technically doesn't need to. The Gulch in sight in-front of him. Specifically Red Base.

I look down at the sniper in my hands. Red team. I'm the Red team sniper. I'm actually surprised I wasn't blue team to be honest. Isn't that normally how it goes?

I shuffle the sniper in my arms so I can hold it properly. I felt it around in my arms, trying to break it in.

I then looked down the scope, testing it.

Hmm. Everything seems to be in order.

"Great you got everything. Now get the fuck off!" the pilot yelled

I give an annoyed sigh before turning, "Be patient, you jackass!" I yell back.

"I have! For the last half hour!" He screamed "Just get off! I don't have all day!"

I grumble "Alright, Alright. Jeez. No need to be an asshole" I say as I eagerly exit the ship, happy to get away from the pilot, "Hope you go fuck yourself!"

The pilot scoffed "Whatever. Good riddance douche bag!" He yelled out

We watched as the ship lifted in to the air, and hovered a feet above the ground. Crates from inside dropped on the ground beneath before the ship started rising again, gaining altitude before taking off.

Donut gave a happy sigh as he watch the ship disappear in the sky,"What an Asshole.." I say

"Now don't be like that!" Donut added "Let's start the day positive! We've just joined a new army. It's a good time to make new friends, and new memories!" he said in a happy tone.

I stare at him, "... Right. And embrace the great joys of war." I reply sarcastically. I look at the small fortress that is our new base. "So this is it huh?"

I used the term 'small' lightly. To me it's fucking huge. Way bigger than it's perceived to be in the show.

"Yep! This is it!"

I laugh awkwardly as I look around the canyon. It looks... Well it looks exactly like what Blood Gulch would look like in real life. In other words; It looks nothing like Combat Evolved. There's trees in some places. Cacti. Craters everywhere. It's almost scary.

I'm starting to think this isn't a dream.

I let out an agitated grunt as I shift the rifle in my arms to make it more comfortable to hold. "What now?" I ask

Donut hums as he puts his hand to his chin. "Well, now I guess we look for whoever's in charge." He looked around "Wherever they are."

I look at Donut, thinking a little bit before speaking. "They're probably wearing the same armor as you, so that's a start right.."

He looks at me and tilts his head "What do you mean?"

I think hard, trying to remember the line before explaining, "There only two people that wear that standard issue red: Officers and Recruits. And since there's someone in charge around here. He's got to wear the same armor right..?"

Donut's shoulders visibly drop as he groans "Aw man! I wanted my own color armor. I thought no one else would pick the default color so I picked it." Sigh "Darn. I guess not."

I shake my head and start patting him on the back. "Don't dwell on it man."

Donut looks at me, "I mean, are you sure? Maybe the Sargent is wearing... green or something!"

I sigh, "Yes Donut, I am 100 percent sure he's wearing standard issue red. Quit worrying, you'll get your own color one day."

"Really? Think there's a shot?"

"Well yeah. Just ask Command. See what they think."

Donut brightens up, "Good Idea! Gosh, You are really smart!"

"Yeah… Look let's just go find our superior." I say, walking towards the base.

Donut perks up "Hey, is that him?" He said pointing at the brown armored soldier. Android I should say.

I cough, "Uh.. No. No it's not." I nudge him toward the base with my Sniper "let's just go look around the base. Preferably the top"

"Why the top? Do you like top"

"Really Donut?"

"What?"

I shake my head before sighing, "Just trust me okay?"

"Alrighty then"

I sigh. Handling Donut is harder than I thought.

I follow Donut as lead the way to the roof of the base. I look around at the Gulch. The sun rays practically blinding me.

I'm still hoping this Is a dream. Despite how awesome it would be to actually be here. I have a life! I worked hard! I have family! Granted It's just my Mom, Dad and Sister, but they're still important to me. That's why I refuse to believe it's real. Sooner or later I'll close my eyes and wake up in bed. like everyone else.

I sigh. But It isn't happening, and if what I say is true. This is the longest dream I've been in.

I breathed in through my nose out my mouth. I'm ready

Me and Donut. -excuse me- Donut and I are about to meet our fellow soldiers. Grif and Simmons.

Though when it comes down to it, I'm kinda glad that I ended up on red team. Despite the fact that I may not be that Important to the story. But it's different. And that thought alone makes me smile. I mean seriously...

...Blue Team's overrated anyway.

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Edit: Just rewrote this chapter. Trust me, much better than the original.