Snippet #770027

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"Fuck..." Brandon said as he rolled over, "Fuckin' mornings. I hate mornings. I don't feel like going to class. John. John! Hit the fucking alarm!" He yelled at his college room mate.

There was a sound of cracking. Like plastic being smashed by a baseball bat, "John, what the hell?!"

That wasn't John. John was not a white blond woman in an almost full suit of armor. John was not even in the room. John had ROTC today. Riiiight. Shit.

The woman turned slowly as Brandon shoved his glasses onto his nose, "Who the hell are you, lady?"

"What trickery is this? What magic!?" The woman yelled, grabbing the startled young man from his bed, yelling into his face, "Where in Feranil's sake am I!?"

THAT was a name Brandon found familiar, "Fe-Feranil?"

"No, this is NOT Feranil, you ignorant Ghast!" The woman yelled, holding a dagger to his throat.

"You're....You're Savannah!" It wasn't a question, it was a statement of pure amazement.

"How do you know my name?! Tell me!"

"Because I...I created you." He said with wide eyes.

The woman dropped the young man and held her sword at length, "Explain your trickery now, or die!"

"Savannah, please, calm down." He said, holding his hands out defensively, "I have no idea what's going on! Honestly! I was sleeping when you woke me up!" The alarm clock had actually done the trick, but it being shattered hadn't exactly helped, "I don't think you understand. You don't exist. You're a...a figment of my imagination! A creation of words and thoughts! Your world, everything! It's all just a story!" he said, quickly bringing up the manuscript on his computer. Savannah watched over his shoulder and her eyes widened with amazement as she read the words on the screen.

"This is...impossible..." She said, tentatively attempting to use the mouse.

"That's what I said." Brandon replied, nodding.

"Am I...dead? If you are the creator....then...Am I dead?" Savannah asked, looking down at her hands. Before there had been fright and determination in her eyes. Now, there was simply confusion and hopelessness.

"As far as I can tell, you're very much alive. Simply in another dimension. Or something. I didn't even think this shit was possible." He said, rubbing the back of his neck. On the inside, he was just as lost as she was, but acting was almost a life style for him. 'Mom always said I could be a famous actor.'

He sat down in his computer chair, rubbing his temples. He had no idea what to do. At this point, what could he do? He looked at the computer for a moment, "No way. They'll think I'm more insane than usual." He whispered, logging into RoleplayGateway anyway. Who to contact first? Hell if he knew. Hell, just contact everyone, he supposed. After punching in his friends names in the PM bar, he sent a brief message to his friends:

Guys? Anything....weird....happen to you today? And I mean friggin' impossible shit weird? Like....in a dream or movie weird?

-Aufeis

He didn't really hope to get a reply any time soon. Savannah was staring at him funny, "What? I'm asking for...reinforcements."

"Oh...Nothing...I simply imagined the creator to be...taller, perhaps? More authoritative, maybe."

"Princess. I'm in my night cloths. I just woke up. How regal do you look in the morning?"

"I did not mean to offend." She said, averting her eyes. Brandon simply sighed. Today was going to be a LONG day.

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The man in the leather duster causally looked about the street he was on. It was not crowded. In fact, it was quite bare. He tried to think back. When had he come into contact with a thinnie? He had not heard the warbling sound they made, surely he would have noticed the "bending" effect one usually had. He put his hand on the sandalwood butt of his revolver. His father's revolvers. Eld's revolvers. He sighed. The man in black must be behind this. To stop him from getting to the Tower. He wondered if he would find Eddy here. Or maybe Jake or Susannah. Even Oy would be a comfort. Or perhaps he could simply seek out Steven King again. But first, he had to figure out where he was. He had been to this world before, many times in fact. Or at least variants of this world. He wondered if he had been to this one before. He started walking. He was here for a reason. And that reason wasn't to stand on the sidewalk until the wheel of Ka stopped. No matter where he was, he would find his way back to the Tower. There was an entrance to one of it's many levels here, just like any other world.