I'm surprised anyone reviewed, let alone to say it was funny, lol. So, a big thank you! I was feeling inspired, so here's another chapter, less than 24-hours after the first! It's most likely not as good as the last one, but then again...eh. Enjoy as much as you can!

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I was nearly thrown off my feet when, out of the clear blue sky—okay, very black darkness—something huge and fanged dropped down and jarred the Station of Transpontine.

I stared, horror struck. It looked like Fenrir—not Cloud's motorbike, Loki's son. Hey, sue me: I got an A on that mythology test. A big, monstrous wolf, for all you who don't know.

"...And now I'm running," I said, and turned to the stairs—which were gone. "Well, fuck: That's not good..."

Never, ever try to run in a foofy skirt—it doesn't work. Wake up, now! Holy crap—

"Goddamn it motherfucking sonofabitch cunting whore bastard—"

I ran like a whipped pussy—screw you, I'd prefer to live, thanks—ducking out of the way just in time to avoid a beheading.

The stupid golden kill-stick kept jerking back towards the wolf-thing, as many times as I threw it away and it reappeared in my hand.

It wanted me to fight the damn thing.

Hell no!

"This is a dream a dream a dream a dream a dream—"

I fucking wasn't waking up. Panicked, I wheeled around the sword just in time to brace it against the floor, blocking a swipe of the shimmering gray wolf-thing.

I'm gonna die I'm gonna die I'm gonna die—

You must make a choice.

Now is not the time for stupid ambiguous monologues! The voice in my ear startled me and I lost my footing, sending me spinning to the ground—I would've rolled off the edge of the platform if I hadn't jammed the golden kill-stick into the ground like an icepick. That hurt like a bitch, too. I saw stars.

Your enemy is time.

Vaguely, I was aware that I was distracted by both the spinning darkness and light around me and the voice itself—I was blindsided by one swipe of Fenrir's paw and sent flying into the darkness, a thin wail of fear bursting out.

You are doomed to failure. That was so loud it hurt.

"I beg your fucking pa—"

A strange feeling, not unlike the jarring sensation of free fall, whipped through me and I felt like I was going to puke.

I was blinded by bright light, and I suddenly slammed sideways against ground, rolling like a skipped ball until I went yelling over an embankment and finally landing in watery reeds, hacking up foul-tasting, algae riddled water.

What. The. Fuck.

I sat up screaming, thrashing and cursing. It took me more than a few moments to get through shell-shock, but—I wasn't in my own dorm drooling on Economics-centric text.

No, I was next to a fucking Roman fucking road, with fucking people staring down at me. Only they weren't Roman.

The golden kill-stick wasn't anywhere around—just so you know—I wasn't preoccupied with its location at the time—and I dragged myself to my feet, looking more like a soggy waterlogged rat than anything else.

Okay: I'm not in my dorm. I just fought Fenrir (Or that's what I'm naming the doggy.), and I'm...here. Wherever here is.

Holy shit I'm going to faint.

"Now's the time for the stupid ambiguous monologue!" I grumbled irritably, sloshing and clawing my way up the bank, too pissed off and dazed to be more than perfunctorily scared. "Where the hell am I!"

This is a dream—has to be a dream—a really, really lucid one—am I in a coma or something? Is that why I can't wake up? Can you dream while you're in a coma? That better be what's going on. Economics has fried my brain! I knew it!

A little uncomfortably, I faced the group of people on the road: They backed away, staring at me fearfully.

"Uh..."

One or two of them ducked out of sight.

"Where am I?" Clearly, the idea that I could speak scared the hell out of them—though I had no idea why, I'd just spend the better part of my falling into that river and then marching back up screaming like a smashed cat and cursing to high heaven.

My hip hurt like a mother, too. Ouch. Limp, limp, limp.

"You appeared out of the sky!" one person said, and I turned to them.

Uh...yeah. I kind of noticed!

Well, how would you feel if you were in their shoes?

I rubbed at my face, in pain and wishing I were studying supply and demand curves. And what was Xehanort doing on that stupid Station, anyhow?

"Uh...I come in peace? And...uh...take me to your leader."

Yeah. That got the point across.