Nabi's Adventures
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Anything in Parentheses is my own little commentary or rage that goes on in Real life as I write this.
A/N Pre-story: I listen to Hardstyle A LOT while writing. And In respect of my sister, Robyn, who is in Kazakhstan right now, I know she'll make it home safely.
0636 (6:36AM)
Gainesville, Virginia
The ride to school only seemed to make his headache get worse, and he wasn't getting any "Positive Attention" from the others on the bus. He ignored them and tried to get in some rest… which he failed in doing.
The bus jerked up and down after hitting a bump and it caused him to keel over in pain. He was having a fan-fucking-tastic time. Some people on sitting adjacent to him asked him various questions about tonight's rave like what songs were going to be played, or how long until it's over, stuff like that. He only waved them off and said he had a headache.
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at school, in Algebra class.
'Algebra Final, fantastic!' he thought as his teacher handed him the exam paper. He took one look at it and took in a breath, and then let it back out. He looked at the first question:
Find X: 2x + 10 = 14
'Wow, what kind of question is that?' He thought, but as soon as he had the answer it slipped away from him.
'Damn…'
You're the dumbest person I've ever laid eyes upon, it's fucking 2, dipshit.
'Thanks voice, now get out of my head'
Said voice did get out of his head and his pounding ceased… for now
He completed his exam with no problems.
*Fast forward nobody wants to read 200 Algebra questions…yes there were that many*
With the exam finished, he could leave school early, only a few days until the end of school.
He decided to take a walk to Starbucks, about 10 minutes away. Once there, he scanned the menu on the wall to look for his favorite drink. He ordered it and went to sit down, busting out his laptop. He contented himself with writing a fan fiction called "Les Aventures De Nabi." He got constant visits from friends who were walking in, they would criticize him for drinking from Starbucks and not Déjà Brew, a coffee shop down the street
"I'm a Starbucks man, kiss my ass." He would say under his breath every time they left.
Or they would again ask him questions about the rave tonight (And one weird one that had to deal with his masculinity…whatever). He sucked down the rest of his drink…
His sister, Robyn, showed up later to pick him up, as Nabi could not drive yet. She stood 5'8 with very clear and misty eyes, brunette, and (For all those perverts out there, B cup.) She had 20 years to show for all of it. Most interestingly, her first language was French.
"Salut, mon petit frère!" She said, perfectly aware what language she spoke in.
"For the love of god, we live in the United States, at least speak the language…" Nabi muttered.
"Hola!"
"Forget it…"
On the way home…
"I ordered some Dominoes for the rave tonight; I hope that makes you happy." She chirped.
"Oh thanks, I was nearly forgetting about the food."
"De rien"
When they got home, Nabi immediately went to bed for a nap. He would wake up later to get ready…
He was on a flat grey plane, and the sky was pitch black. He'd been here before, many times; it was his little dream area, so to speak. He would wander about it doing whatever he pleased and nothing seemed to bother him. The last time he was here he had made a Biohazard symbol in the ground for and setup lasers going everywhere for no real reason. Any creations he made would stay there and would be there for him when he got back.
The only difference is his creations were gone, except one, sitting in the middle of the plain, His first and favorite idea.
The Bass Tank.
It looked like any other M1A1 Tank, except with no cannon on its front, and instead had gigantic stereos on the sides of it, with various sound devices protruding from them. It's "Steering wheel" seemed to be that of turntables and various buttons….and a keyboard.
He had thought the idea up a while ago but never knew how it could be made into a reality, or if it was even a good idea at all. Seriously, why would anyone make, use, or need a tank that fired off Bass Blasts that were capable of reaching 300 decibels, probably more?
I need you.
He recoiled. Not again….
AND YOU NEED ME.
'OKAY, what the fuck do you want, voice!'
Now now, you don't need to get an attitude with me, for I can make your dream right there a reality.
'That's impossible, how could you possibly make that?' He pointed to the tank.
Simple, you must simply let your mind run free. It is simple enough to get materials, but the knowledge to make it work is beyond you, that is when you get a special something to help you with!
'Something?'
Do not worry about that. You're first step is in your rave tonight. I have placed a track in your…cube your friend has sent you as well as other things that will reveal themselves to you as you continue on with your goal, you must play the track, and I will come to you again once you have done so.
'But how? Wait what are you anyway?'
I am but a simple voice, merely here to help youuu.
The last few words sounded a little venomous, which Nabi understood perfectly well, but he played along.
'Okay I will, but why are you here to help me build the Bass Tank?'
No response.
'Hello?'
Still no response, seeing as the voice probably wasn't coming back, he stared at the tank in front of him on the ground, waiting to awake for tonight's rave.
He woke up, rather refreshed, which is strange sense that dream was pretty freaky. Was it even real? The voice had said that it had left a track in his Void Storage Cube. So, he went to check it.
Once downstairs he touched one of the cube's faces. He was immediately plunged into a white mist.
And the funniest thing happened. A menu popped up in his face, just like a computer menu. He saw he still had hands so he touched a button on the menu that read "Storage."
It opened and a few categories opened up, he touched the one labeled "Song tracks: 1"
He read the title of the track: The Power of the Mind – Headhunterz Edit:?
This confused Nabi quite a bit. He already knew the song, as a matter of fact it was one of his favorites, but it was edited in some degree as said in the description. The description which read: "This track, although you already know it, will hold a very unpleasant or pleasant surprise for you, that I'm not sure of, but it is a surprise."
He tried clicking it, but it would not open only showing him a box that read "This won't open until the rave tonight at 11:45. Umad?"
'Yes'
In a final effort to try to hear even a part of the track he tried to pull the bassline from the song to hear it, which only brought up another box saying: "The bassline of this song is very dangerous, the amount of bass that has been pulled from the song is one beat, click yes if you would like to hear it"
'Yes'
"Are you sure"
'YES'
The beat played, it was defiantly different than the original of the song, because it left Nabi's head pounding like a B-.
And he liked it. He decided he would play it tonight. He closed the menus and the cube itself. Leaving him where he was when he first touched it.
"Well that was cool" He said.
The clock struck 6 o' clock. It was time to get ready. The party started in 2 hours.
A/N:
Uh, this was really meant to come out earlier, but I'm horrible with keeping schedules, like this was supposed to come out on June 7th or something, but I had finals to do and then on top of that I'm horribly lazy. Unlike my friend, who is able to sit in front of his computer all day and write, I have to study sense I'm still in high school and my parents bitch at me to study. Other than that I think chapter 3 COULD be out tonight...this morning in a couple hours, if not tomorrow. I will upload more chapters sense it's summer and I can deprive my self of sleep more easily.
Also: I have no beta readers or editors so I have to edit this myself which isn't as easy as you think.
Legal Stuff: The Power of the Mind belongs to Headhunterz and any other stuff I've used that is copyrighted belong to their respective owners.
The Bass Tank: Yes I did think this up on my own, but then I realized other people on the internet had come up with the idea and made it and already drawn it out (Much to my dismay) but if you want an exact picture of what it looks like in my mind as well as the rest of the internet's look it up on google images 3rd image.