Disclaimer: Bill Watterson owns Calvin and Hobbes. I own nothing. So please don't sue! (whimpers)
Chapter 1:
"Yaaaaaaaawn… What the…Where am I?" Hobbes awoke from a nap to find himself in an unfamiliar dark place. He attempted to sit up, but found his head squished against a rather low ceiling. Needless to say, this was not a very comfortable position. Hobbes pressed his paws against the ceiling and pushed. To his surprise, the ceiling gave way easily.
Hobbes stuck his head out of the space and found that he was in a cardboard box. "Whoa! I'm lucky I haven't been transmogrified or duplicated or sent back to 1826 or something…" he exclaimed.
He glanced around and saw that he was not alone in the box. Scattered around his feet were a few old comic books, some plastic toy dinosaurs, and a toy plane. All of the items looked vaguely familiar, but Hobbes couldn't quite place them.
Hobbes clambered out of the box and glanced around. He appeared to be in the corner of a small room. A dim sliver of light was coming from the front of the room.
Hobbes stood up and found his head entangled in a large T-shirt. After a few seconds of struggling, he emerged from the tangle. "I guess I'm in a closet," he muttered.
Hobbes worked his way to the front of the closet, battling T-shirts and jeans. When he got to the door, he managed to open the door a bit. He peered out.
Like the objects in the box, the room was vaguely familiar. It was a mess, clothes were scattered across the floor, and in the corner stood an unmade bed. Pinned to the wall in various places were black and white pencil drawings. A few were of tigers. Appearing in most of the drawings was a teenage girl with short hair. Hobbes peered at these closely.
Just then, the door opened. In walked a tall teenage boy with messy blonde hair. Hobbes looked at him and gasped. "Calvin"
Oh the drama! This is coming along pretty well! At least, better than I thought it would…