A/N: DISCLAIMER! I do not own Thundercats or the creepypasta Wake Up. Thundercats is owned by Warner Bros and the original author of the creepypasta Wake Up is UNKNOWN. The only things that I own are the OC's in the story, and the story itself.

Key:

Flashback = Flashback (Obviously)

- (BORDER) - = perspective change

Anyway, chapter information:

Genres: Mystery and adventure

Warnings: Violence and explicit language

Date started (Chapter): 19th January 2015

Date finished (Chapter): N/A yet

Song: I'm still here, by Vertical Horizon

It has been reported that some victims of torture, during the act, would retreat into a fantasy world from which they could not WAKE UP.

In this catatonic state, the victim lived in a world just like their normal one, except they weren't being tortured.

The only way that they realized they needed to WAKE UPwas a note they found in their fantasy world.

It would tell them about their condition, and tell them to WAKE UP.

Even then, it would often take months until they were ready to discard their fantasy world and

PLEASE WAKE UP!

Chapter 1: I'm Still Here

I open my eyes to pure darkness, thick and oppressive. I'm lying on some sort of table. How the hell did this happen? I can't remember anything. I feel like I've been administered a heavy dose of sedative. My mind doesn't want to co-operate with the rest of my body as I try to make out my surroundings from the darkness. All I can see is the hieroglyphics carved into the ancient stonework. I know that I'm in Mumm-ra's pyramid; the overpowering stench of decay and putrefying flesh is enough for anyone to be able to tell. I sit up and, in the extremely limited light, see that most of my clothing is torn, and mostly covered in dust. The beams of moonlight which manage to find their way through the cracks in the roof provide only limited visibility, and the sound of rain and thunder from overhead is like the roar of a freight train.

I slip my legs off of the table and stand up, the effort of which sends painful spasms through my abdomen. I see the lightning which streaks across the sky through the cracks in the ceiling, illuminating a thin stream of water which pours through a carved crocodile head in the wall and into a decorative Egyptian pool in the floor. I pull off my already torn uniform and dip my right foot into the pool; the water's bloody freezing. Still, I am covered in dust and grime.

I take in a deep breath then jump in, the water's chill hitting me like the sting of a Giant Thunderian Hornet. I rapidly gasp for breath as I surface, shivering violently as water drips from my mane. Shaking, I haul myself out of the pool and shake myself off, water dripping from my long winter coat of fur. I wipe my face with my hands before reaching for my boots.

What I grab doesn't feel like any sort of material; it's hard and smooth. When I see what it is, I feel the disgust and horror rising in my throat as I force the urge to vomit to the pit of my stomach. The item is a skull; the skull of a Snarf.

I grab one of the flaming torches from the wall then lift it up. The soft flickering light that it throws out reveals more than I'd originally bargained for; slumped against the wall and lying flat on the floor are 10 skeletons, two of which are those of two Snarfs. No. It can't be, can it? It just isn't possible. I'd have to have been unconscious for well over 5 years for them to have been slaughtered and...decayed. How can my friends be dead? I can't even correctly remember what happened. For example, how did I get this wound on my abdomen which is surrounded with dried blood?

As I cross the room, Jaga manifests himself in front of me. "Lion-O," he says as he walks towards me "What you fear is true, young lord. The Thundercats are all dead."

My heart feels as if it skips a beat. "They're...they're REALLY dead?" I ask as hot tears of grief burn my cheeks, my voice barely even a whisper. Jaga pauses before replying "I'm afraid so. You've been under a spell which induced a state of deep unconscious on you for over 20 years."

Thinking momentarily, I pull my uniform back on, even though I don't see the point of it because my shirt reveals most of my chest, but my shorts are intact. I pull the door which falls down and smashes on the floor. I know where I am, now; I'm in the secret room behind Mumm-ra's sarcophagus. He must have kept me hidden from the outside world for a reason, possibly to stop anyone from finding out that I was still alive.

I grab the Sword of Omens and Claw Shield from the floor and as I run out of the room, I see a pile of bandages and bones lying on the floor. Looks like Mumm-ra's years of 'eternal' life have finally caught up with him. The red cloak will provide me with some protection, if I manage to cope with the horrid stench that the material gives off. I pick it up then drape it around my shoulders. It's threadbare, but it's decent enough for what it is. I need to get to shelter, and I know where to go where I'll be welcome...

The sand is like glue as I run as quickly as I can through the desert. My skin is covered in sand from falling over, and I'm covered in scrapes and cuts. The rain is coming down in a torrential downfall and I'm soaked through to the bone. I can only just see the edge of the jungle on the horizon, obscured by a thick, grey fog.

Even though Mumm-ra, the Mutants and the Lunataks are gone, I can't help but feel like I'm being watched. By the time I reach the jungle, my hands and arms are numb from the cold. All I want is something nice and hot to eat, as well as shelter from this storm...

"HALT!" I hear a familiar voice shout from overhead through the rain. I stop so abruptly that I skid across the grass before coming to a stop before Willa. "Who are you? How DARE you trespass on the territory of the Warrior Maidens! Don't move an inch or I'll shoot you!" she shouts as she points a loaded bow at me. Shocked, I pull down the hood as I say "Willa, it's me, Lion-O!"

She relaxes and unloads her bow as she says "Oh, Lion-O! It's you! I've not seen you for two years! What the hell happened to you?"

She looks down at the wound on my abdomen, which had started bleeding again.

"I can't remember, and it's a long story. I can explain tomorrow because I've got to get back to the lair..." I say, but she interrupts me by saying "No, come with me. You're soaking wet and as pale as a sheet. You can bed down here tonight. There's no way that I'm going to let you be out walking in this storm in the state that you're in; you'll catch your death of cold."

I follow her to a ladder then we start to climb it. When we reach the top, I look over the edge of the handrail and remember what happened; how I'm here...

"Keep your foot off of the bloody gas, Lion-O! We're going too fast!" Panthro shouts as the tank jolts uncomfortably. Still, I ignore him and push the throttle down to full. The tank continues to gain speed, juddering violently as the maximum speed is reached. "You're going to use up the Thundrillium faster than Wilykat on a sugar high after eating too much candyfruit!" Panthro shouts again as we fly over branches and hills.

I look up, and see that we're rapidly approaching a tree. I throw my foot down on the brakes and throw my arms out in front of me to stop my head from bashing against the dashboard. I hear Panthro cry out, seconds before the Thundertank comes to a complete stop. I look up, and see the tree which is only a foot away from the tank. I sigh with relief then sit back, seconds before Panthro slaps me around the back of my head.

"What the hell, Lion-O!" he yells as he looks at me with his arms crossed over his chest "Are you trying to kill yourself? You're 21 years old now! You're not 12 anymore!"

I scowl then look away. "Alright, you drive home! But I'd rather walk than be in here with you if all you're going to do is sit here, shouting at me!" I snap.

"Fine! Get out and walk!" Panthro snaps, so I jump out of the tank. He wasn't lying. He pulls away and speeds off, leaving me behind.

"Panthro! COME BACK!" I shout as I start to run after him. He must just be plating a prank on me. Either way, it's not funny. It's lucky that the lair isn't so far away. Howether, by the time I get back, my legs are aching and I'm really thirsty. When I see Panthro, I run towards him and shout "Why the hell did you do that? You left me behind!"

"I thought you said that you'd rather walk! So I let you walk because that's what you wanted!" he says in a tone that makes me growl in infuriation.

"Didn't you hear me shouting after you?" I ask, enraged that he'd done it. But I don't give him the chance to answer because I run off into the thick jungle. "Lion-O!" I hear Cheetara shout from far behind me "Wait!"

I ignore her and continue on, past trees and down steep hills. I hear the crackling of twigs, seconds before Cheetara stops in front of me. I barely have any time to stop, so I can't help but cannon straight into her. She shrieks as my weight hares into her body, sending both of us flying down the hill.

My head keeps hitting rocks as we tumble down the hill and into a stream in an undignified heap. Cheetara laughs as she pushes herself up onto her elbows. "Well, that went according to plan..." I say as she looks into my eyes. She sighs then, to my surprise, she kisses me.

"Cheetara, I..." I say, but she cuts me off by saying "Don't spoil this moment for me!" She pins me down before pressing her lips against mine again. Suddenly, the Sword of Omens growls in warning. I sit up as I grab the sword from the Claw Shield and hold it in front of my eyes. "Sword of Omens, give me sight beyond sight!" I command, then the familiar fog fills my mind before clearing slightly, allowing me to see, but what I do see infuriates me:

Tygra is chained to one of Mumm-ra's statues whilst the ancient devil priest holds the tip of a dagger against his throat. "You're wasting time by standing around and doing nothing, Lion-O!" Mumm-ra snarls as he digs the dagger into Tygra's throat; a thin bead of blood appears on the blade and trickles down the tiger's neck. "Hurry up, coward!"

I growl as I turn the sword over in my hand before turning to look at Cheetara. "Mumm-ra's got Tygra at the Black Pyramid!" I snarl as I stand up "We need to go and save him!"

"Then, what are you waiting for, Lion-O? Call the other Thundercats!" she says as she looks in the direction of Mumm-ra's monstrous pyramid.

I nod before tightening my grip on the sword. Taking a deep breath, I roar "Thunder...Thunder...Thunder...Thundercats, HO!" The symbol bolts from the sword and into the sky. I breathe out nervously; I can't help but feel as if I've just put me and Cheetara in grave danger. Any of our enemies could see the symbol, and they'd have the perfect opportunity to attack us.

"What's wrong, Lion-O? You've gone all tense. I hate it when you do, because it means that you're thinking about something that bothers you." Cheetara asks as she rests her hands on my shoulders. I sigh before replying.

"I don't know. It's a mix of feelings, mainly nervousness and doubt."

"I don't understand why you're so nervous. We're safe..." Cheetara says, but she is cut off by the roar of the Thundertank as it crashes through the undergrowth towards us. The second that we both jump in, the tank bolts as the engines are pushed to the maximum speed. The smell of burning fuel is strong in the air, but we're not going to spare the Thundrillium.

"We've got to get to the Black Pyramid ASAP," I say as I sit in my seat next to Cheetara "I've got the strongest suspicion that Mumm-ra is going to do something awful. When I saw him in the Sword, he had a dagger at Tygra's throat."

The tank violently lurches, nearly sending us flying as the engines blow out. The vehicle slows to a stop and the engine splutters as Panthro tries to restart it but it's no good. "Right, we're going to have to walk the rest of the way, but it's not far." he says as we get out. I look at the vast desert. This is it.

We slowly edge down the corridor past cells. A slight draught sweeps past us, sending a cold chill up my spine. This place is fucking creepy. The sound of bubbling water grows louder as we approach the throne room. The first thing I see is Tygra, who is strapped to the side of one of the four statues. I run towards him to help him. I rip the gag from his mouth, seconds before the old tiger says "Lion-O! Behind you! It's a trap!"

I barely have a second to react before something slams into the side of my chest, sending me flying, too stunned to scream. I hit one of the other statues as the metallic taste of blood fills my mouth. My head slams into the hard stone, knocking me senseless for a second until I slump to the floor. I shakily get up onto my knees, seconds before a cold, ghastly hand closes around my throat. I am lifted clean off of my knees then pressed against the icy, damp stone wall until I'm looking right down into Mumm-ra's glowing red eyes.

I grab his arm and try to get him to release me, but he squeezes harder, completely cutting off my air supply. I choke and gag as I feel my strength fading. My limbs feel like lead and my head is reeling. "You're a bloody idiot, Lion-O." Mumm-ra says as my struggling slowly starts to cease "I've cut off your jugular artery and your windpipe. If you're lucky enough, you'll be dead in under a minute from asphyxiation."

My vision is slowly fading to black as foamy saliva fills my mouth. But, he suddenly drops me. I drop to the ground like a rock, greedily breathing in as if I never have taken a single breath in my life. I rub my sore throat as I start choking. I can't breathe properly. Cheetara runs towards me as she says "Are you ok, Lion-O?" I drop onto my front as I start panting. "Y...yeah. I...I'm ok...now." I say, my voice barely even a whisper. She helps me up, and we all turn to look at Mumm-ra as he stands on the other side of his cauldron. I draw the Sword of Omens from the claw shield and take a shaky step forwards.

"Come on, coward! You've already proved that you're stupidly impetuous, but I've been waiting for so long for this moment! So, come and get me, cub!" Mumm-ra taunts as he grabs something from his robes.

Enraged that he'd called me a coward and a cub, I growl then snarl "As you wish, Mumm-ra! But arm yourself; I want blood this time!"

I ignore the other Thundercats' gasps of horror and run towards the cauldron.

"Lion-O! NO!" Cheetara shouts, but it's too late for me to stop now; I run up the steps of the cauldron, then, with a bellowing roar of infuriation, I jump and clear the water with ease, landing right on top of Mumm-ra...

"So, as you can tell, it's a very long story, but I can't remember anything after that point." I say as I take a sip from my bowl of broth. Willa sighs as she eats some from her bowl. I look down at the wound on my abdomen, which had been cleaned, sutured and bandaged by the Warrior Maidens' best healer. "I understand. Howether, it's not been twenty years. It's only been two. Anyway, I will get Nayda to show you to your room. It's very late." Willa says as she looks out of the window at the moon. Nayda gets up then walks out of the door. "Goodnight Lion-O. I hope that you have a good night's rest. You look like you need it." I hear Willa say as I exit the room before following Nayda up a ladder.

"Lion-O," the young Warrior Maiden says as she helps me up onto the next layer "If what you say is true, then how are you not dead?"

I sigh before replying.

"I don't know. My heart tells me something, but my mind tells me otherwise. It's beyond me. I think that there's something suspicious going on, but I just don't know yet."

We stop outside one of the many tree houses, and then Nayda bids me goodnight. As I walk in through the door, I let my emotions show. I cast myself down onto the bed, sobbing uncontrollably. My friends are all dead, and I was unconscious as they were all killed. Somehow I feel like it's all my fault. If only I hadn't launched at Mumm-ra, but he'd made me so angry. I wipe my eyes on my arms before grabbing a pair of pyjamas from the back of the door then strip off, throwing my drenched, torn uniform onto the floor. I slip under the thick blankets then switch off the lamp, swamping the room in pitch blackness.

The wind howls outside, rattling the door in its frame. I shiver slightly before rolling over, but I can't get comfortable. I still feel like someone's watching me, and I can't shake it. A sudden breeze blows through the room, making me shudder. Something's amiss, but I don't know what. Part of me is telling me that the Thundercats are all still alive, but it's impossible.

I start to dose off, but I am alerted by the Sword of Omens' growls of warning. I sit up as I yawn, then stretch. Just as I was falling asleep. Typical!

I grab the sword then hold it in front of my eyes as I say "Sword of Omens, give me sight beyond sight!"

What I see fills me with such hope and horror at the same time:

The Thundercats are all still alive, but they're at Castle Plun-darr...as prisoners. I can see Wilykit and Wilykat being frog marched down a Thundrillium mine with Lynx-O; Pumyra and Tygra are being forced to tend to the sick and wounded Mutants; Panthro is chained up in some sort of workshop, being forced to make weapons and Tygra is sitting opposite him, drawing building designs. I feel a sudden surge of rage as I see Cheetara and Snarf shackled in chains, slaving over cook pots and stoves.

How fucking dare they treat us Thundercats like this! I have to leave, and I have to leave now! I have to save them!

"Lion-O, don't even think about rushing headlong into this!"

I turn around and look at Jaga as I say "You lied to me! It's only been 2 years, and the Thundercats ARE all still alive!"

The old jaguar looks taken aback. "I never said anything like that, young lord. Don't forget that Mumm-ra can take any form!"

I don't acknowledge him as I switch the lamp on again. On the trunk at the end of the bed sits a pile of my uniform, which wasn't there before. I pull my shirt on over my head them slip my shorts on as I say "Earlier on today, you told me that the others were dead, but the Sword of Omens showed me that they're not. You lied." Before he can answer me, I open the door then walk out into the night. The rain hasn't lightened, but it's got heavier. Thunder crashes from overhead and lightning streaks through the sky. I grab a vine then slip down it. Once I'm on the floor, I start to make my way towards Castle Plun-darr. A thick Third Earth fog starts to roll in from the mountain; in less than five minutes, I can't see more than 10ft in front of me. I know that I'm doing this impulsively, but it's a risk that I'm willing to take to save my friends. I slip the hood of the cloak over my head then pick up the pace to a fast run. My feet sink into the waterlogged grass, spraying my body with mud. My stomach is rumbling slightly. Even though I had something to eat with Willa, I'm still really hungry, and rather thirsty.

"You're making a fatal mistake, Lion-O."

I stop suddenly then look around. I swear I'm hearing things. "Who...who's there?" I shout, tearing the Sword of Omens from the Claw Shield and whirl around, seeing a pair of glowing yellow eyes. "Show yourself, whoever you are!" I snarl fiercely. The person...or should I say, Thunderian lion, steps from the fog. He looks like a more animal version of myself. His waist long mane and beard are braided, and his armour seems to be made of a type of animal fur, and he's wearing a golden pendant which is engraved with the Eye of Thundera. "Who the bloody hell are you?" I ask.

"I am Satos, and I am your ancestor; the so called 'soul' of the Eye of Thundera..."

I look down at the Sword of Omens. Surely he can't be the soul of the life stone of the Thundercats. I know that the Thunderian clans are descendants of four astral cats who watch over the heavens; Satos, Thy'lacaon, Tristahn and Mara. I never knew that one was my ancestor. When I look back up, he's gone. What a mysterious cat. How can I look near enough exactly like him? The Book of Omens holds many more unsolved mysteries, but we've only managed to decipher one tenth of them. So many things have been left unanswered for us. I thought that after me and Mumm-ra had battled in the Book of Omens, he'd been destroyed and his very essence had been scattered across the very planes of existence itself, but I was obviously proven wrong when he returned then attacked us. We barely even recovered before he took Third Earth under his control.

That's when that day happened. The rest of the day is just a hazy, almost drunken blur; I can only remember the intense agony and the lingering threat of death. I can remember Cheetara and the others panicking, and then nothing. It's not very easy to remember it, as I was unconscious.

An owl hoots from somewhere overhead, and a wolf howls from off in the distance. I've missed the nights out in the Third Earth forest. Howether, I mostly miss my friends. I've always had feelings for Cheetara, but I've not told her. And unless I can save them, I never will.

Next Time on Thundercats:

When the other Thundercats discover that Lion-O is alive, they start to prepare for an escape act. With Mumm-ra knowing that the young lord is still alive, will Lion-O and the other Thundercats be able to get away unscathed?

Find out in the next chapter of Thundercats: Wake Up!