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You stare at the ceiling mesmerized.
There is a weird green-slash-yellow thing that you think might be rotten mustard or would think if it wasn’t for the fact it was moving.
Or maybe you're just hallucinating which is a really high possibility because you are sure you're really like really fucking hungover. You have a killer headache and your whole body just aches which is just great but that’s not the worst part, oh no. The cherry on top is your body feels really weird and not gonna lie you kind of feel sick.
You groan. Your head continues to spin and that's when you realize that your room is messy. Like really messy. You squint your eyes trying to focus and try to get up from bed. Keyword. Try.
The blanket latches onto you and you enter an epic battle with the thing. You struggle to free yourself from its grasp while it attempts to strangle you to death as a pet anaconda would do to its owner.
You kick it off yourself and proceed to fall to the floor with a yelp and hit your head.
Ahhh, come on. You prop yourself on your hands and sit on the floor. Your hair falls onto your face but it feels somehow off. You try to focus but it is really hard and that's when you realize something.
Several things in fact.
The first thing would be that this room looks like a tornado ravaged it and it has a lot of posters with monkeys. A lot of monkeys. And monkey,,, figurines. Monkey bed sheets too now that you notice it. Along with more monkey-themed things.
The second thing would be, oh shit this is NOT your room.
You start to freak out.
As your heartbeat starts beating rapidly you stumble to your feet albeit clumsily. Suddenly your vision goes dark and you go diving into the sweet embrace of the floor.
'SOMEBODY TURNED THE LIGHTS OFF-'
Your vision comes back and you barely stop yourself from kissing the floor by holding onto the bed.
Oh right, iron deficiency.
Nevermind that.
Were you seriously that drunk that you broke into some monkey-obsessed weirdo's apartment?! Worse, if you willingly went with them oH GOD- Okay, okay you need to calm down. You take deep breaths and count to ten.
Alright.
It doesn't help you that much to be honest.
You need to backtrack. Retrace your steps and all that jazz. The only issue would be you don't know where to start.
But there is definitely one thing you are sure of.
This is definitely because of that shitty classmate of yours.
Dobby("It's Danny we have been in the same classes for 2 years how can you still not-") you hiss out his name. He is the one who dragged you to the party after all. Ugh if only your memories weren't so fuzzy. This is really weird though you aren't the type to drink yourself to a hungover-
You stare at your hands.
There is some white powder on them. (Are they a bit rougher than usual or are you still imagining things-)
Rage overtakes your being instead of panic.
You swear to God if you did drugs at that party you are going to pop his head like a pimple.
Okay before you start making the top ten ways to kill dobby list you really need to get the hell out of this apartment just in case you committed a crime. You do not notice the powdered donut box on the floor during your anger and plans of revenge.
You pinch your eyes. Your messy black hair getting in your eyes. More so than usual.
'huh?'
'wait black?' confused you hold your hair to take a better look at it. And then you stare.
'hair dye? Seriously?' you think to yourself hysterically. 'what's next? A haircut-?' wait a second youR HAIR IS ACTUALLY CUT-
Suddenly an alarm starts blasting very loudly and you almost scream. You manage to smack your hands to your mouth in the last second. Panicked you start looking around wildly and that's when you spot a phone next to the pillow.
You reach out to the pillow and slam it onto the phone.
It continues to ring albeit muffled.
'WHAT THE HELL AM I DOING?!' You scream internally as you yeet the pillow away and silence the alarm like a normal person by dismissing it.
You sigh in relief and hold your heart.
Then a second alarm starts and this time you scream.
'just how many alarms-' you search frantically around and then your eyes settle on an old alarm clock this time and try to silence it. How do you even shut these things up?! You try to shut it off.
You fail.
After that, you do the only thing you can think of at the moment. Hurriedly opening the window you throw out the clock outside.
Silence settles in the room with the now distant sound of the alarm. That's one loud alarm.
…
Why…
Why did you just throw the clock out of the window?
You stand dumbfounded and a bit confused by your actions.
It was, kind of, y'know, dumb.
Clearly, your patience is being tested at the moment. You turn around only to come face to face with a neon yellow see-through system window.
"To hell with this-" you croak and that's when you realize your voice sounds off but surely you are just too high to be coherent therefore what you think is inaccurate at this moment and you do have a pounding headache. It feels like somebody is trying to crack open your skull. There are some words- Hell sentences in front of you but you don’t think you have the capacity to understand anything. You wave your hand through it with speed hoping it will go away if you swat at it like a mosquito maybe.
It does not.
You need to get the hell out of this place before somebody calls the cops on you for getting high in a random ass apartment. Just as you think this somebody starts to bang on the door and you curse your shitty luck.
"I SWEAR TO GOD YOU BETTER BE AWAKE!" A gruff voice yells.
Uh oh.
You do not want to get arrested at the end of your term, no sire. You did not go through hell for your final exams to end in jail.
At that moment in your hazy state, you get a great idea and you hurriedly climb onto the bed again and towards the open window and you practically throw yourself off it.
Which, in hindsight, is a really fucking stupid thing to do but there is a fire escape (and there is a plant here ??) just next to your window which is convenient but also really weird. Seriously? Who designed this building- How did you even know there was a fire escape for sure? You could have become a really ugly splat on the ground. That was a stupid move on your part.
You shake your head and almost go rolling to your death because you are still feeling like shit and your mind is like a scrambled egg milkshake. You take deep breaths and immediately start going down the stairs and woah, the guy smacking the door must not need to breathe because he has been yelling nonstop. Yikes. You kind of feel bad for the unfortunate soul living here.
You continue going downstairs a bit carefully and stop yourself from tripping at least 4 times when you suddenly feel guilty. You uh feel guilty for leaving the weird screaming guy behind- What- Then you proceed to trip and roll down the stairs in your confusion to the floor and slam your head to the ground. You dazedly think you might have hit your nose and isn’t that just dandy? Can this day get worse? And there is still that annoying alarm and you think your nose might be bleeding-
Wait, alarm?
You see your alarm.
It's still ringing.
When your head stops spinning you raise your head and stare.
There is a raccoon.
You continue staring at the raccoon that’s holding the alarm clock in its foaming mouth with its tiny sharp teeth. The alarm clock that is still ringing. Very loudly.
It starts running.
Because of some weird unholy urge, you scream at the tiny devil.
‘’ THAT’S MY ALARM CLOCK-’’ That is most definitely NOT your alarm clock but ah hey would you look at that your legs are already moving. You sprint after the creature deeper into the alleyway. You are honestly angry- At the raccoon? Your classmate? This weird situation you found yourself in? You really don’t know. You feel uneasy and you feel like puking. You don’t know how you are able to run and you don’t know where you are running to because everything seems to blur and suddenly you trip on a can and fall into a puddle.
'God must hate me' you think to yourself hysterically.
You are nauseous and you feel like fainting.
You take deep breaths to collect yourself. Your hands shake as you slowly touch your face and realize there is blood. You sigh. Just great. You close your eyes a bit to get a little bit of rest but you snap your eyes open and touch your face again. It- It is kind of off? You rub your cheek. It is surprisingly squishy. Not like your usual skin who has dried out while exams sucked your soul out of your body and turned you into a human raisin.
You don’t really know how to put this into words but, as weird as it sounds, you don’t feel like it is your face. You touch your nose- Your ears- And you look at your body only to see-
Monkey-themed pajamas.
This definitely must be a fever dream.
"This sucks." The moment you hear that you still. Very slowly you turn your head only to see-
No one.
There- there is no one? You look around wildly. Yep, you are alone. Even the weird raccoon who probably has rabies isn't around which can actually be considered concerning.
That's weird because you could have sworn you heard the voice of a young boy.
"Sheesh, i really need to get a grip-" your sentence trails as you finally realize that you are clearly speaking.
And that is NOT your voice.
You clear your throat a few times and cough. Just in case you heard wrong.
"Voice test, one two, one two. Three? Four? Please am I still high?" You ask absolutely no one. Your heart starts to pound and you feel dizzy. This is stupid. No reason to freak out really. All of this after all has a reasonable explanation. Yes. You nod to yourself.
All of this is totally explainable.
You are probably just sick! Yeah, a sore throat makes your voice sound off after all. You of course ignore the fact your throat is not actually sore or hurting.
You just need to get home after figuring out where the hell you are and then strangle Dobby. You get up but then you probably look really weird. You should probably try to fix yourself up a bit after rolling in the dirty ground of some weird back alley so you don't scare away the first person you see. You look at the puddle to see how bad you look.
The moment you see your reflection you do the only sensible thing.
Immediately turn around and punch the wall-
WAIT WALL-
You feel something crack and there go your bones. The pain registers a bit late and suddenly you're holding your fist in pain.
"Shoot, shoot, shoot." You groan in pain as a few tears well up in your eyes. You swear you saw someone else and it startled you. Which made you throw a punch as a response.
It was not a good idea.
You stare back at the puddle again.
All you see is a young boy. Maybe in his twenties staring at you with a slightly open mouth. He has very messy hair which just looks like it got licked by a cow several times and brown eyes. Another funny coincidence is he seems to have bled from his forehead like you.
You look behind you again.
There is no one.
You look at the puddle again
Then behind you.
The raccoon is back.
You turn to the puddle again.
That's. That's your reflection.
You stand dumbfounded and realize a bit too late that turning your head away from a possibly rabid raccoon is a big mistake to make as the raccoon behind you lurches at you screeching which in turn makes you scream back at it. Mostly in fear. The adrenaline kicks in and you roll away with the raccoon to oblivion.
"OH, I'M SO GOING TO FIRE HIM FOR SURE THIS TIME!" A young scholar slurps his noodles in peace as he listens to the angry footsteps of the chef of the noodle shop he is currently dining at. He hums and fixes his glasses when the angry pig demon enters his view.
"He wasn't in his room?" The scholar asks while his mouth is still full with absolutely no manners and continues to chew. Not many could blame the scholar though as these noodles might be noodles but they were noodles befitting for the tables of gods. Any mortal who even got a taste of these such perfect creations would ascend into the-
"HE WAS NOT!!! IF HE HATES HIS JOB SO MUCH HE MIGHT AS WELL NOT WORK!" The chef, also known as Pigsy, screeches. Hm. It seems like it's time for him to play the mediator. He smiles.
"Now, now Pigsy I'm sure he had his reasons. You know young teenagers like him-"
"He is twenty almost twenty-one." Probably.
"-need their space and time to relax." He slurps a bit more noodles.
Pigsy walks behind the counter of the bar like place Tang is currently sitting at, fuming, and angrily grabs the counter.
"Tang. This. Is the third time. He has done this, this week." Tang waves his chopsticks in the air. Pigsy really looks like an angry kettle, he thinks to himself.
"Well-"
"It's Tuesday Tang. Tuesday."
Yikes. Okay. Well. Sorry MK but your cool dad figure tried his best. This will definitely win Tang another free bowl of noodles for sure from the kid.
That being said…
Tang is not exactly a saint either.
"Well, I heard noises in the back. He is most likely still around." Tang then proceeds to bury his head in the bowl of noodles and pretend like he didn't just doom MK's fate by the chef's hands as Pigsy starts his angry rant again and practically flies out the back door.
"Look after the shop and don't even THINK about touching those orders, you damn freeloader!" Tang just smirks and agrees as he calls back,
"Sure thing!!"
He listens in silence a bit. It is still really early but there are already orders. Which are getting cold.
It's not like they would be allowed to be served after they have gone cold… Knowing Pigsy he would remake them. Ah, Tang still remembers when MK, the sweet summer child, asked why Pigsy didn't just heat them back in the microwave or something. Tang is surprised MK hadn't gone deaf right there and then. Simply put, the pig chef had absurd standards. Which did make his noodles the best noodles in the world but they were still very absurd standards.
Not that he would ever point that out lest he lose his favor from the chef.
That being said…
Tang might not be a saint but he would say he is very kind hearted and merciful.
"Can't let them go to waste after all."
Tang smiles as he pulls another noodle bowl close. Sue him but being a teacher does not pay well enough to feed him.
Meanwhile, Pigsy continues to angrily grumble to himself, ranting to the air as he stomps through the alley. Honestly! MK is such a handful sometimes. Not that he ever regrets keeping the kid but the brat deserves a good beating from his spoon. The kid does lighten his life. Pigsy's pretty sure he would be an empty shell of an adult if it wasn't for MK's bright smiles but he knows better than to show that to the kid. Kids, human or not, are a lot like demons and they can smell weakness after all. He tsks and squints when he sees an alarm clock on the dirty ground of the alleyway.
An alarm clock he knows very well that is still ringing.
After all, he was the one who made it. To ensure the kid would wake up for sure and not silence it like every other alarm he puts in his phone.
He picks it up annoyed. He knows MK hates this thing because Pigsy did make sure this thing could not be turned off that easily but he also did get the kid to promise to not throw it away.
Suddenly his ears perk up when he hears a loud crash and scream. His previous anger was forgotten in a second because, shit that sounds like his(not his bad Pigsy-) kid!
He sprints.
Sweating he turns a corner. Offhandedly thinking maybe he should exercise more if he is gasping for breaths after running for a few minutes when he actually sees MK who is standing a bit too shakily with this faraway look in his eyes.
And, Pigsy would never say it out loud but, looks like garbage.
"MK?! Are you alright?!" He asks worry creeping into his tone when he takes in his appearance fully.
MK slowly turns towards him and stares which makes Pigsy uncomfortable.
After a very uncomfortable silence, MK finally opens his mouth to speak.
"Uh. Pig?"
Which in turn freaks out Pigsy.
"Yes kid it's Pigsy- Did you hit your head-?" Pigsy is genuinely freaking out. This kid is literally going to be the death of him. He moves towards MK. Who stumbles back in response and Pigsy catches him before he falls. Did he just flinch away from Pigsy? That's- Ouch. He buries the hurt he just felt from that.
Oh yeah, Pigsy is definitely putting that memory in a box and locking it in a safe just like his secret noodle formula, never to see the light of day. He trembles and when he is just about to call out to MK, the kid beats him to it.
"I think the raccoon has rabies," Pigsy realizes at that moment that his kid is bleeding and most likely hit his head really hard if that weird response is anything to go by, and, shit, Pigsy is calling a damn ambulance right now as he stumbles to remove his phone from his apron’s pocket. Tang would say he is overreacting, but Pigsy would beg to differ.
Then MK's words actually register.
"MK, you are not making any sense, what raccoon?" He tries very hard not to shake him to get some answers out of him.
Then, MK, the little shit he is, has the gal to point at his arm where an actual raccoon is hanging off of with a foaming mouth.
Pigsy screams.
"MK WHAT IN THE ACTUAL FU-"
You hold onto your seatbelt frozen with fear as the pig man(an actual pig man) drives through the road while breaking several speed limits and laws.
You curse yourself.
It was definitely not a good idea to go with a stranger since stranger danger but the absurdity of a pig, who was quite literally towering over you, and talking, confused and baffled you so much that you hurt yourself in confusion like a pokemon.
It wasn't that shocking at the moment surprisingly, but you think that's because the shock is just settling kind of slowly after making you go through five stages of withdrawal in the span of most likely 15 minutes.
The rest was a blur as you were shoved inside a pretty pig car which didn't really look like a car and more like a van.
Red flags.
People always get kidnapped in vans.
You realized a bit later on that you were alone with a pig who was driving a car with you in the said car.
Pigs ARE not supposed to drive?!
'wait uh that's not racist right-'
Just what is going on? Is this the wonderland? This is madness. You really hope you're not going crazy.
"-MK! MK!" You snap out of your thoughts, terrified, when you realize the pig has been screaming two letters for the past maybe 3 minutes for some reason.
"uh."
You respond intelligently. You're pretty sure you're in a fever dream to be sure despite it feeling so real.
"Pigsy you need to calm down." Another voice enters the conversation and you realize, hey, you're not alone with Mr. Pigman, at least. Which might not be that good since more strangers is equal to more… Danger? It is simple math. You think. Maybe.
"How am I supposed to calm down Tang?!" Pigman, Pigsy, your mind helpfully pipes in, and proceeds to panic further.
"Y-you're going to make HIM panic!" The voice, Tang, exclaims also panicking. You slightly take a peak by leaning to your left at the man. A man with glasses is sitting in the shotgun and he looks like a Chihuahua with the speed he is shaking.
The man is right indeed, though.
You're low-key scared and very worried, but you think these panicking men are more likely to bring themselves danger than to you. Wait considering the fact all of you are in one car means there is a high chance of you dying with them in a car crash and the moment you register this fact your anxiety shoots up.
You're definitely terrified.
Not the mention the fact that you're in an unknown place, with strangers, and on top of that definitely not in your own body. That is another can of worms you do not want to get into right at this moment. Your skin feels too tight despite it being as squishy as a marshmallow and you want to puke your guts out.
Or maybe that's the side effect of the raccoon bite? You really hope your maybe-kidnappers are taking you to a hospital.
You slowly speak up still kind of scared but a bit more relaxed for some reason (you do feel kind of safe with them which is weird you have never met them before and one of them is a talking pig-)
"Are we going to a hospital…?"
"Yes?????????" The Pigma- No Pigsy says. He sounds baffled from his tone almost as if you just asked a really stupid question and you feel a bit miffed about that since if anything you have every right to be suspicious when you were shoved to the back of a van of two strangers like a sack of potatoes.
You shake your head to get rid of the thought only to fall a bit dizzy. You groan and hold your head. On second thought maybe that wasn't such a good idea. You're so tired. You decide to close your eyes and sleep. Maybe then you'll wake up from this horrible nightmare. You ignore the yelling from the front like a pro thanks to your experience sleeping in the dorms and finally slip into the realm of unconsciousness.
"Come on!! MOVE ALREADY!! The show is about to start?!" You hold onto your desk as if it's a lifeline. You scratch at your roommate who is trying to drag you out of the sweet embrace of your room and hiss at her,
"I literally have my midterms coming up i can't watch a kid's show with you right now!" Your roommate rolls her caramel eyes almost to the back of her head and groans like a child.
"That's what you said in your LAST MIDTERMS!" She says annoyed which yes okay fair but you forgot to watch it after the stress of your midterms! She can't blame you for that. You open your mouth to argue further but she speaks before you, grinning.
"Also i know you have been just drawing fan art-" So what if you got distracted? Still! You can feel your cheeks getting hotter with the embarrassment, not that you'll ever admit it, you cut her off with a straight face and finally give in to her wishes. You get up from your desk and drag your feet on the ground to make your point, as your roommate snatches your arm and drags you to the living room.
She snickers as you groan and pokes you in the cheek. "They call me the dramatic one but we all know you're far more dramatic than me." She teases you and you bat her hands away with no real heat behind it.
"Also you really need to start using moisturizers because your skin is reaaaally dry-" you tune her out as she rambles on about skincare again when you two sit on the couch. It seems like she readied everything from snacks to her computer which already has the episode paused.
You squint your eyes at her.
The video is clearly paused.
"Technically aren't you watching this show from illegal sites? Doesn't that mean we could have done this another time?" So your roommate was indeed being dramatic when she said you wouldn't be able to watch it again. She waves you off.
"You wouldn't have."
You, once again wonder why you're doing this then, remember right if you want to be friends with people you have to actually put something to the table. Your insistent roommate and you might not be that close but you think you might befriend her for real since she is actually pretty nice.
And you two are probably gonna be stuck in the same room for at least a few years more.
You pick up some snacks from the table and start munching on some chips and that's when you realize-
"Legos… Seriously…?" You ask slightly judgemental. Only slightly.
"IT'S NOT THAT DIFFERENT FROM ANIME!"
"Dude, I never liked Legos."
"Just watch it for a bit. I swear it's good."
You do watch the show albeit a bit doubtfully with her and, admit yeah, it has pretty nice animations but, well, with your midterms having most of your focus you easily forget about the show in less than a month. It wasn't that memorable anyway except for some parts.
You never fully get to finish it.