"God damn. I have to stop drinking so much." He says whilst rubbing his temples. Looking around he sees a dark night sky eclipsed by tree tops. A pack of wolves howl in the distance, adding to the terrific situation.
"Whelp. I can't see shit, but away from the wolves sounds like a good plan." he mutters to himself. Patting his pockets he feels his wallet, phone, keys, pocket knife, and earbuds. "Cool, glad drunk me can keep his stuff on him."
After about a half hour of stumbling his way through the dark forest. He comes across a barren street. Looking both ways he spots a distant streetlight at a crossroads. With no other goal he stumbles his way toward the intersection. As he gets closer a man seems to float out from the shadows and waves before lighting up a cigarette.
He approaches the intersection and the cigarette smoking man gestures for him to come over. As he does, the features of the man break through the fog and he sees an older man wearing a black suit. He was skinny and was somehow shrouded in darkness whilst standing under the light. It seemed unnatural.
"Big things are coming for you, I feel it" the suited man states in a low voice.
"I'm sorry, what?" startled by the man's speech.
"The hero begins his journey. It's all up to you. Will he accept his call to adventure or squander his only opportunity." The suited man says before taking a long drag off the cigarette.
All he gets in response is a confused expression.
"Take my hand and all will be revealed… Ash Pewter." the suited man says, extending his hand. Looking up to suited man's eyes, all that's visible is a smirk.
Pewter reaches out as if something is pulling him toward the man's hand. He fights the feeling and pulls his hand away. "What are you, some devil at the crossroads. I'm supposed to sell my soul to you for power?"
"I wouldn't call myself a devil, more of a guide." He responds while keeping his hand extended. "I know you, I've been watching. You wouldn't turn down this deal. A grand adventure. You love the weird and exciting. Head first, no questions. Like you would say, it makes life more fun. It's intoxicating to you. You love it."
The man's grin extends, and Pewter's line of sight is pulled toward the man's hand.
"SHAKE IT! SHAKE IT! DO IT! YOU WANT TO!" Pewter hears a loud voice in the back of his mind. He looks between the man's face and his hand. Before he realizes what's happened. He snaps back once he feels the cold grasp of the man in front of him.
"Yes… YES!" The man shouts. The man starts to grow. Larger and larger. His figure blocks out the streetlight, before the light flickers out altogether. "You've made an excellent choice today."
All Pewter can see is the large crooked expression of the man. All sound gone, except for the now grating voice of the man.
"It is all up to you now Pewter. The fate of this world and many after it is all up to you." Pewter hears from all directions. He's frozen. He can't move. He can't respond. "When you get to where you're going, Look for the one who makes themself known. I'll beEE… WATCHING." Pewter hears before a loud screech and his vision goes black.
Hey. Howdy. How's it going? I'll only be writing this story while I'm drunk. Please let me know what you think will happen! It'll be fun I swear. It's only going to get more fun from here. All I can say now is he won't be a part of a team because I think 5 man teams are some dumb. Love you bye!.