Alrighty, I got more than what I asked for and now I had to do one of the things I dread the most; choosing. I hate choosing because I'm horrible at deciding, so what I did was put the OC's through a random number generator and these were the results:

1.) FanNIntendo1998- John
2.) Bass The Enhidna- Jules
3.) Autobot Phoenix- Phoenix
4.) Smexyking107- Justin/Nikolai
5.) MysteryAgain- Jill

I would like to thank you guys again for allowing me to use these OC's in my story. And if I messed up on your OC's whatsoever, please PM me saying so, I greatly appreciate that. To those that didn't make it into this story, I am sorry that it didn't but there are stories I plan on writing soon that will need OC's so those unused OC's may be used for future stories. (that is up to you if you want me to use those OC's in future stories.)


Jules's POV

The sun was beating down pretty hard today, almost making it a hundred degrees outside. I was already drenched in sweat, but I can't let that get to me as I was preparing for a performance. Though I worked as a waiter at the local dinner, it simply wasn't enough to support me and my family. So the only thing I could think of was to apply the things I've learned from my family and apply it to my street performance to make just enough to keep my family afloat.

A Capoeira street performer is what I'm known for. Capoeira has been in my family for generations, always passed down from father to son, mother to daughter, and usually only used to defend yourself within my family. Capoeira was created as a survival tool against overwhelming odds for Brazilian slaves sometime in the 16th century before it evolved into a martial art focused on war and not long after that, it finally became a Brazilian martial art that combines elements of dance, acrobatics and music, and sometimes even as a game. If you'd give me a chance, I could spend a whole day talking about the history of it alone.

Unfortunately, my family discourages it of being practice for anything else besides martial arts. I guess you can call my family old fashion, but they'd like to keep up the old tradition. But the old tradition isn't going to get us anywhere unless we can get paid to kick people's butts, which I don't see happening anytime soon.

I cracked open another bottle of water and rehydrated myself before looking at my watch. I had to be at the local dinner in an hour for my shift and after that, study for the final exams. So if I want to make a little extra money today, now would be the time. I tied down my dreadlocks so they don't too much in the way and whip all around while I preform or with my kind of luck, accidently whack somebody in the face with them.

Normally a Capoeira performer has a bateria, a percussion band, that usually consist of three berimbaus (a musical bow), two pandeiros (frame drum), one atabaque (wooden drum), one agogô (bells) and one ganzá (Brazilian rattle). But since there is nobody that plays any of those instruments in my community, I did the next best thing; a portable CD player and a burned CD with Bateria playing a song.

I quickly put in the CD and pressed play as the music started, already attracting a few people's attention already. I began with swinging myself back and forth for one reason and one reason only; to keep myself on the move. I started with a few low kicks at first before I advance myself to high kicks and flips. During my performance, more and more people crowded around as some of them began to cheer me on.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw people toss money into my money box as a slight smile formed on my face. As soon as the last note of the song was played, I stopped and bowed to the crowd, resulting in the people to clap and cheer for me before some of them dispersed and went on with their day once again. The one's that stayed congratulated me and put money in my money box before they also headed off.

I was sweating more than usual as I grabbed a towel I brought along with me and whipped the sweat away before I opened up my water bottle and drank some more before throwing the empty bottle away and picked up everything before leaving. I entered into an alleyway to tuck away the CD player behind the dumpster and reminded myself to grab it later before I pulled out the money from the box and counted it.

It seemed that I have made at least thirty-five dollars from that performance alone. It might not be much, but at least it's a little more than I usually make in the other performances. I looked at my watch to see what time it is and I only have half an hour to get to the dinner. I let out a sigh and began my walk to the dinner as sweat began to run down my face again from the extreme heat.

By the time I got to the dinner, my heart nearly sank when I caught sight of who was waiting outside the dinner; my sister. Me and my sister look exactly alike with our dark brown complexion, light brown eyes and our dreadlock hair but what was different between me and her was that she was four inches taller than me, two years older, and she had a lean figure.

"There you are brother, I've been looking all over for you. Where have you been?" she asked in a stressful tone, which told me that I had to choose my words carefully around her. "Oh, I was, uh, taking a jog around town before coming to work." I lied as my sister looked into my eyes to see if I was lying or not.

I tried to keep my composure the best as I could before my sister let out a sigh. "Fine, fine, whatever. I just wanted to tell you that mom wants to talk to you after your work." she said as a small shiver ran down my back. Whenever our mom wants to 'have a word' with us, it never a good thing. The last time me and my mother had a 'talk', it was about my grades in school.

It didn't end well...

"Okay, w-what does she want to talk about?" I asked, trying not to sound too scared of what was to come. My sister looked at me with a serious look before she spoke up. "I don't know, but she said it was quite urgent. Anyway, I gotta get going, I'll be sure to send a farewell card to your friends." she said laughing at her own little joke before she walked back home.

I let out a small groan that after work, I'm probably to have my goose cooked when I get home tonight. I take a deep breath in and out before I walked into the dinner and silently walked to counter. "Well, howdy there Jules. You ready to get working?" Davis said to me. Davis was another waiter working here as he had two other jobs as well to keep up with his bills and insurance. Davis was somewhere in his thirties as he was about six foot three and very skinny, he also had brown hair and orangish eyes with a goatee.

"Hey there Davis, I'm ready as I'll ever be." I said before I entered the kitchen where Jay was over the stove cooking up some burgers and brats. "Well, if it isn't Mr. Karate Master himself. How are ya doing this fine hot day?" Jay asked as I just rolled my eyes and shook my head. Ever since I told Davis and Jay I was a Capoeira performer, Jay has been teasing me that I was a karate master even though he knew karate and capoeira were totally different.

Jay was our Hawaiian head chief and only chief in the dinner. He went to Culinary School for about two years before dropping out for some odd and unexplained reason. He was also our temporary manager until Mr. Alderson comes back from a business trip in Los Angles. Jay was about five foot nine and was a bit on the chubby side, but don't let his chubbiness fool you, he's pretty strong. He had thick black hair, blue eyes and bushy mustache going as well.

"I'm hanging on." I said grabbing an apron and tying it around my waist before checking in the mirror to see if I looked presentable to the costumers. "Hey, before you start your shift, I've gotta ask you, when are you going to tell your family what you've being a capoeira street performer?" Jay asked, which stopped me in my tracks and I turned to him.

"I'm sorry Jay, but they can't know about that. Not yet at least." I said as Jay looked at me for a second before he crossed his arms across his chest. "You know, if you don't tell them soon, they're going to find out sooner or later." Jay said as I let out a sigh. "Yeah, I know. But for now, I just have to keep it a secret." I said as Jay slowly nodded.
"Okay, I understand. Anyway, before I put you to work, can you please take out the trash for me?" Jay asked, pointing to two garbage bags that were sitting next to the back door. "No problem." I said before picking up the garbage bags and heading out the back door that lead to the alleyway.

This alley was like no other with how its treated. Garbage littered the whole alley as there was always a stray cat or two wandering the alleyway for food or shelter, graffiti was marked all over the walls with random words or sentences. No matter how you looked at it, this alleyway could be nominated for the most unclean alleyway.
I let out a little groan of how disgusting it was before throwing the garbage bags into a nearby dumpster.

Before I could head myself back into the dinner, the air felt like it shifted around as I looked around. "What in the heck?" I asked to myself as I felt a strange feeling arising within me. Just then, something like a portal opened up in front of me, surprising me greatly.

"Whoa..." I said as I continued to stare at the portal. Before I could move a muscle, a current started pushing me toward the portal. "Oh, no, no, no, no." I said before I grabbed onto a pipe on the wall. Soon, the current was picking up as my feet lifted off the ground towards the portal. Before I could scream out for somebody to save me, my hands lost its grip on the pipe and I was thrown into the portal of darkness.


Phoenix's POV

"Their so cute!" I nearly squealed out as I nearly had my face pressed up against the display window of new-born kittens at the pet store in town. If I could adopt a pet, I would buy at least one of them to take home, but unfortunately my parents are allergic to a pet's dander, meaning that I can't bring a pet over or my parents are going to have a serious allergic reaction.

I let out a saddened sigh that I can only dream of owning my own pet but until then, I've gotta watch over my parents. Me and my parents first discovered that they were allergic to a pet's dander is when I was about seven-years-old. I found an abandoned baby puppy out in the rain when I was walking home from school.

I quickly picked up the puppy and wrapped it up in my coat to keep warm. Once I got to my home, my shirt and inside of my coat was soaking wet from the puppy, but I didn't care as I gently put the puppy on the rug and called for my parents. My parents came into the room to spot the puppy and they smiled widely before we poured over names to give our new pet. We finally agreed on calling the puppy Rocco.

But before we could go give the puppy a bath to clean it up, that's when everything happened. My parents collapsed onto the ground as it sounded like they were gasping for air. Their whole face looked like it has swelled up and red as their hands were beet red from where they were petting the puppy. I have never been that scared in my life as the same question kept pouring into my head; what's happening to them?

I was lucky enough to get to a phone and dial for an ambulance as they arrived within five minutes before taking them to the emergency room. It took the doctors an hour to an hour and a half to stabilize my parents. As soon as they were fine, I was brought in the room as tears ran down my face and I kept apologizing to them for no reason.
By the time my parents got me to calm down, the doctor came in and broke it down for us. The puppy I brought in triggered an allergic reaction from the dander the puppy had. And that's when we all realized that my parents can't be around animals. And ever since then, I cannot bring a pet over or the same incident will happen again. so the only thing I can do is only dream of owning my own pet.

"Well, if it isn't my favorite volunteer. What brings you to my store?" a voice asked, disrupting me from my memory before I turned to see who it was. A smile formed on my face to see Mary smiling back at me. Mary was my only human companion that I trust. I did have people who I've trusted, but they always turned on their word and Mary is the only friend I have left.

Mary is the store owner of the pet shop and I always loved to volunteer here to help out with her animals whenever I can. But whenever I have some free time from school and family, I always find myself going to the pet shop and staring into the display window. "Hello Mary, I see Belle has had her kittens already." I said as Mary's smile widened.

"Nothing get past you Phoenix. Say, would you like to help me feed the kittens?" Mary asked as a smile formed on my face. "Would I!" I said as Mary giggled and guided me inside. As soon as we entered the dogs crowded around me as the birds cawed loudly. The rest of the animals were kept in their cages as they kept to themselves. Mary took me to where Belle and her kittens were and sat me down.

"You sit here and I'll go grab their formula, okay?" Mary asked and left without an answer as I looked down at the kittens nestled close to their mother. Just the site of them made my heart flare up in warmth and happiness of how cute these kittens looked right now. I watched the kittens nuzzle around the mother for food before Mary came back with two formula bottles.

"Say Mary, why do we have to feed some of the kittens from the bottle?" I asked as Mary looked up and gave me a saddened smile. Mary began her story that Belle was an abandoned cat who was just two weeks from having kittens that was rescued by her. Soon after treating Belle, Mary discovered that she had Edampsia, also known as milk fever.

Mary has done all she has can for Belle, so now all she can do is call a veterinarian to take care of her. As for the kittens, Mary must bottle feed three to five kittens three times a day every day. I felt pretty bad for Belle that she can't produce enough milk for her litter, but I graceful that she'll be getting healthy soon once Mary takes her into the veterinary hospital.

Me and Mary bottle feed all the kittens just in case and was careful not to upend them like human babies or they would have aspirate milk and die of pneumonia. After we were done feeding them, we gently sat them back against their mother as Mary took the bottles and walked off to put them away. I gently glided my hand across one of the kittens as it meowed softly before nuzzling up against its mother, which brought a smile to my face.

"You did very well Phoenix, thank you. Say what if I said that you can become my assistant?" Mary asked as my eyes widen in shock from what I heard. "Really?!" I asked excitedly as Mary smiled once more and nodded her head. Adrenaline rushed through my body, making my whole body shake with excitement as I tried to form words in my mouth, but I too overjoyed to say anything.

Mary let out a gentle laugh before walking up to me. "I'll take that as a yes." she said before guiding me to the counter where she grabbed black jeans, a green shirt and an apron with her logo, a bird in mid-flight, and store name 'Mary's Pet Shop'.

"These are for you. You officially begin working tomorrow. And don't forget to tell your parents about this." Mary said as I just nodded. "Do you think I can wear it now?" I asked as Mary nodded and I nearly squealed before heading into the back room and started changing. By the time I was finished, I looked into the mirror to see how I looked. My green and blue eyes stared back at me as my blonde dyed light blue. I looked absolutely wonderful in this uniform.

I walked out of the back room to show Mary as she gave me a smile. "You look delightful." Mary commented as I gave her a hug. "Thank you, thank you, thank you." I said before I stopped hugging her and headed outside. As I was walking home, my phone buzzed. I pulled out my phone to see that I have a voicemail from my parents. I pressed the call button and held the phone to my ear.

Hello, Phoenix! This is your mother calling to tell you that me and your father won't be home when you get there because we'll be at the store to pick up a few things. But Phoenix, when we get back, there is something me and your father need to tell you about. Hope to seeing you soon and be safe. We love you.

I smile a little to myself of how my parents would always leave me messages of where they were going and such. What do they wanna talk about? I asked myself but before I could begin to think of possibilities, I heard laughter from a couple of kids crowded around each other. Normally, I would leave them alone and no even bother to bat an eye their way, but it seemed that they were crowded around a black and white cat.

I watched as the kids were kicking around and throwing things at the poor defenseless cat, which enraged me. "HEY! What do you think your doing?" I angrily asked as the kids stopped what they were doing and took off. I walked over to the cat to see if it was okay before I dropped to my knees to get a better look at it.

The cat let out a low growl as I moved my hand towards the cat to check if anything was broken but before I could do that, the cat jumped to its paws, swiped at me a few times and hissed before it took off. I let out a sigh of relief that the cat was okay, but I was unable to show the cat my kindness so it would know that I would not cause it no harm.

Suddenly, a shiver ran down my spine as something felt...off. I got to my feet and looked around for the source of the feeling, but I didn't find anything odd to make me feel this way. Before I could shake off this feeling and go about my day, I felt something wrap around my feet. I look down to see some kind of reflectionless puddle underneath me as water-like tentacles were wrapped around me.

I tried to kick myself free but the more I kicked, the more I sank into the puddle. Before I could scream for help, a tentacle wrapped around my mouth and dragged me completely into the puddle of unknown.


Justin's POV

What is the meaning of life?

That is the question I've been asking myself for a very long time but no matter how long or how hard I try to think of it, the less I know about the question. But nevertheless, I will find the answer that question one way or another. My life feels like one gigantic Edge of Tomorrow movie, except for the dying part, for as long as I remember. Wake up, get ready for school, go to school, go to work, go home and do the same random crap, go to sleep and repeat.

School was the hardest thing to keep reliving. The classes always had the same outcome and same lectures but just a different day. What's the point anyway? Most to the stuff they teach you about is something your never going to use anyway or you already know already. I usually tune them out and think of all the other stuff more important than whatever they're trying to teach me.

I'm not the only who does it, nearly the entire class ignores what the teacher is trying to get through to use and honestly, I don't blame them. Most of the majority of the class either use drugs or sell them, so if they don't change their ways soon, they could end up dead on the street or in jail. But the way I see it, they're not worth saving at all.

Normally after school I would immediately get to my car and head to work, but today I thought of mixing it up a bit to get out of my crappy routine and headed to the football field to read a book. As soon as I found a decent place on the bleachers, I looked around a bit to see a few couples making out on the opposite bleaches from mine as the football players were warming up and the coach was barking orders of what play they should play.

To be honest, the football field was not my first choice to read, but this place is the closest to my car. I opened up my backpack and slipped out a small book titled 'Advance Physics'. Now don't get me wrong, I hate school but I do love like Biology, Chemistry, Physics, Astronomy, Theoretical, and etc. but since our school was so down in the dump, our school didn't have the money to create any of those classes, so I'm stuck learning them by myself which is cool with me.

As I read my book, I slowly began to notice a few football players stop practicing and huddled around each other and pointing in my direction. Ugh, when will they ever stop, I angrily thought to myself as I tried to ignore them the best I could. Ever since I entered high school, the football team and even the coach has tried to recruit me to the team but I refuse them every time. The reason they want me is because I'm mostly heavy built with arm and leg muscle and some abs.

But what these half-witted monkeys won't get through their thick skulls is that I'm not interested in football at all. I mean who wants to work out with a bunch of work-out junkies and throw footballs all day. I prefer to keep to the books and actually learn something then bust my butt either defending someone with a football or tackling someone for a stinking football.

I let out a frustrated sigh of getting worked up for no reason. Maybe I should leave, I suggested to myself before closing my book and shoved it into my backpack and got up to leave. As I made my way down the bleachers, I've notice more of the football players huddled around and whispered something while pointing to me. I balled my fist into a ball in anger as I'd just wish they leave me alone already.

"Hey Nikolai!" one of the football players yells out as I stop in my tracks and turn to them. Nikolai was my original name, but I'd prefer Justin because it felt more right to have rather than Nikolai. "What do you want?" I asked in low tone as the player who called out for me was none other than the all-star quarterback Jonathon Blake. Jonathon was always the one that asked me to join the team even though I tell him to screw off, but he's just kept it up to annoy me now.

"So me and the guys were thinking if you join the team for us, we'll pay you four hundred dollars every two weeks. Sound fair?" Jonathon asked as a few football players snickered. My whole body began to shake in anger at how low they'll stoop just to have me on their team. "Listen up you narcissistic losers. Under no circumstances am I joining your girly, tight wearing freaks of a team. Now I'm not going to ask again, leave me alone." I harshly say before I turn around and begin walking away again.

"HEY! Nobody declines my offer and makes fun of my team and walks away free. Get back here, we're not finished." Jonathan yelled out in frustration as I watched from the corner of my eye to see him pick up a football and throw it right towards me. Using my quick reactions, I twisted around and caught the football in mid-air and threw it back at Jonathan twice as hard, catching him in his stomach and sending him to the ground in pain.

"I think we're done here." I said before turning away from a group of stunned football players and an injured Jonathan as I made my way out of the football field and to the car lot. Once I made it to my car, I just decided to walk to work since its only a few blocks away and I really didn't feel like driving my car there.

As I walked to my work, I began to think about my life and how original it was. No matter how hard I try to change it, there was no way my life was changing anytime soon. I soon began to think that there is no changing my life, like this is my curse to live by every single day of the same thing and there is nothing from this world that is going to change that.

But it seemed that I spoke too soon.

Because the oddest thing was shoved right in my face, a small black floating sphere. It was the most weirdest, yet astonishing, thing I have seen in my entire life. I wasn't sure what to do at this point to either interact with it or ignore it. After thinking around of the possibilities the black sphere would do, I decided to interact with it.
I dipped my finger into the black sphere as it made a rippling effect. This is kinda cool, I thought to myself before I tried to retract my finger back but found that I couldn't. I tried pulling as hard as I could to get my finger free but no matter how hard I pull, it was pretty much stuck in the sphere. Suddenly, my whole hand was sucked into the sphere as it was slowly pulling me into the sphere.

I kept on pulling and pulling to get myself out of the sphere, but it just seemed to be useless at this point. I tried to find something to anchor myself down with but before I could decide what thing to use, the sphere swallowed me whole into its abyss.


Three down, three more to go! The rest of the OC's will be in the next chapter.