I don't own Call Of Duty and it's characters. Only my OC! Please enjoy, don't forget to review! On with the show my lovelies!
Der Anfang.
I walked over to my PS3, sliding the top across and removed GTA 5. I swear they've milked that game for as much as it has, but that doesn't stop me from enjoying it. Normally I would just play on my PS4, but I was aching for some old fashioned BO1. This was a good idea at the time. I picked up the controller that was too small for my hands, placed Black Ops One into my console and clicked the PS button. It didn't take too long to boot up, giving me the normal message it always gives. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. I clicked over to the game and pressed the X button, loading the game that I hadn't touched in years. I couldn't wait to see my old friends again.
The cut-seen played as it normally did, helicopter crashing and all that. It annoyed me that I couldn't skip it, but the nostalgia wouldn't let me get mad at it. The arms in the chair struggled and I knew I could escape; I would do that after I played a game. Maybe I could have another crack at Zork? Perhaps. Hovering over the zombie's menu, I clicked and loaded into a private lobby of Kino. I detested playing online with others, they annoyed the hell out of me. So, the private lobby it was. I spawned in as Nikolai and sighed as I saw his hands. I wanted to see those gloves, but I still loved Nikolai. As the first few rounds played and my quick revive was going strong, I opened the door to the mule kick perk machine and played the game as I normally would. Two shots and then a stab, I swear it gives you the most amount of points. Then my PS3 crashed. I looked at the screen in frustration. Why does this have to happen to me? I just wanted to play a normal game. At least I wasn't on a high round, this was my only consolation. So, I pushed myself off my bed and went back to the console and turned it back on. My console spluttered as it tried to turn back on. The message didn't appear this time, which I thought was strange, but I didn't give it a second thought. Hovering back over the game, I clicked it. That's when I blacked out.
"Hey, meatsack! Come and get me ya' pussy!" Tank shouted, spraying his Galil around the stage. The bullets ricocheted off the walls and landed in random spots on the ground. A few hit the zombies and one almost nicked Takeo's ear as he turned away from the display.
"Showing off brings you no honour Dempsey. A true warrior only shows the strength he needs to." Takeo declared loudly, carefully depositing a bullet into each zombie's head around him. That seemed to be the last of the hoard as no more zombies threw themselves over the barriers. The theatre was quiet as Tank kissed his teeth and lowered his weapon.
"Listen Tak, I am the strongest man here, I'm gonna show it off. I respect ya, but look me, I'm a tank!" He giggled, a manly giggle, and clipped his weapon onto his back. He seemed so proud of himself as he walked away, cigarette hanging from his chapped lips, lighter in hand. Nikolai stumbled in at that moment, bottle of vodka clinging onto his fingertips and a belch threatening to leave his chest.
"Not as strong as me Dempsey. I am Russian bear! I beat you with breath!" Nikolai laughed as his burp left his throat, wafting over to the man in question. Dempsey swatted the air away from his face, disgusted.
"Do you have to Nik? I think I'm gonna be sick." Dempsey said, holding his hand over his mouth and pretended to gag. The Russian just guffawed, proud of his abilities and Takeo rolled his eyes at the disgusting display. Richtofen decided to rear his head, hat hiding his drenched hair as the sweat rolled down his forehead, 1911 hanging from his waist and MP40 held tightly in his hands.
"Shtop this messing und sort yourselves out! Now this mess ist over, I can go back to mein research. Mein minions have tired of you. I'm telling you to leave me be!" He shouted, adjusted his hat, dusted off the debris on his jacket and turned his heel to the projector room. The other three just glanced at each other. No one knew what the Doctor was up to when he went away, and they didn't want to. Probably something sick, according to Dempsey.
My eyes ached and my arms felt heavy by my side. Head pounding and feet sore, I pulled myself up off the floor and dusted off my top. I am so glad I decided to wear a hoodie at it seemed to have softened some of the blow. It felt like I had just fell through the ceiling. I looked up and saw no hole, so probably not that. Glancing around the room I saw a large mirror on a table, lipsticks and other make-up items placed precariously on the tabletop, as if the people who were using them had to leave in a hurry. A wooden perch held a bloodied teddy bear, like the one from the game. Wait… the game! I was playing zombie's a minute ago, where the hell am I? Taking my attention away from the obvious problem, I decided to reassess my surroundings. Racks of costumes were in the middle of the room and there was a large hole in the wall. A chalk board held little lamps and one shined green, that must be where the mystery box is! Wait, what am I on about? The mystery box? I've played that game too much, now I'm imagining it in a dream. I must have fallen over and hit my head. I'll be awake in a few, hopefully.
Wrapping my hoodie around me, I decided I needed to find a way out. That's when I heard a voice.
"…I'm telling you to leave me be!". It sounded oddly familiar. I had heard this before, somewhere. If I'm dreaming, I might as well enjoy it, because that was the voice of my favourite zombie character. The infamous Dr. Edward Richtofen. There is no way this isn't a dream. Maybe I'll be able to shoot a gun too? Just as my mind drifted to the Ray Gun the dressing room door burst open, revealing a tall, blonde American. I knew that face! It was Dempsey. Behind him I could see Nikolai and Takeo. They had their backs turned to the door and spoke in hushed voices. The American didn't seem to notice me at first as he took a long drag from his cigarette. He smiled in my direction, and I smiled back, before his head snapped back to me, cigarette falling from his mouth and onto the hard floor. Deciding that I didn't want a fire, even if it was a dream, I stepped on it to make sure. He seemed gobsmacked, mouth agape.
"Hello? Where am I?" I managed to croak out. I needed a drink, even in my dream I can't escape the need for it. Dempsey could clearly see I needed some water as he pulled his military issued water bottle from his pocket. Passing it over to me, he brushed his fingers against mine as if to make sure I was there. It made me laugh, how silly my brain was! Pulling himself from his stupor, he managed to spit out a sentence.
"Berlin. In an old theatre. Why are you here?" He asked, finally able to get the sentence out. He took his bottle back as I offered it to him.
"I honestly don't know. I just woke up here." I replied, hands buried in my pocket. 'I was shy around fictional people too? Honestly, what is wrong with me?' I chastised myself as my eyes fell to his boots.
"Okay lady, I think we need to get the Doc. You might have a concussion." He deducted, an air of reluctance in his voice, "as much as I wish I didn't have to, I have no clue what to do." A grimace appeared on his lips as he extended his hand. I took it and realised how much bigger his hand was compared to mine as the warmth spread to mine. I was going to enjoy this fantasy.