The morning brought solid blackness. “Oh gawd, why?” Mark grunted as he sat up. Everything about the room he laid down in had changed.
He had laid down in a small cozy room. Not wanting to get caught separated, he and Sean had taken a two bed room. But this room…
This room had some familiar fanciness. It was like a mansion bedroom, with an extravagant queen-sized bed, adorned with soft and fancily colored bedsheets. The window was hazy with ice around its edges, and fog against its pane. The room itself was huge, with a large desk, an oversized wardrobe and several bedside tables.
“Well fuck…not this shit again,” Mark muttered.
He was running his hand through his hair when he realized what he had said. He recognized this place. He knew it from a videogame. It felt worse than the fever dream, knowing just where he was.
“Oh dear…” Mark winced as he looked around the room, “Oh dear no!”
He approached the door, only to find it locked. It would not budge, no matter how much he tried to jiggle the handle. Being of sounder mind than a videogame character, he decided to try and blow his way through the door with manpower.
“I can do this,” he said, as he pumped himself up.
He threw his shoulder into the door, trying to put all of his force into it. He grunted with pain as the door refrained from breaking. He tried again, putting more force. When the door did not give away, he walked to the opposite side of the room and prepped for a charge.
“Here we go!” he charged the door, throwing himself into the door.
The thick wood barely cracked. It had a thick strength that made it impossible to break through. It made Mark feel a bit weaker than he did before. Now on top of being trapped, his arm and shoulder hurt.
“Dammit all!” he grumbled, “I guess I need to find a key…find a key…”
He started searching the bedside tables and the desk. He was not finding any keys, only purple and blue potion vials. He was not sure what they were for, but he had a hunch. So, he tucked these into his pockets.
That was when he did a double take. He was no longer in his t-shirt and boxers. He was wearing a strange suit, like a businessman. He looked at the tie to find that it was dotted with pink mustaches. He giggled at that special touch.
“This is a weird dream,” he tucked the tie under the jacket, as he resumed searching the desk.
He open the last drawer, only to have a bizarre looking creature jump into his face. He could not scream, unable to register what had just happened. His head was swimming and his heart was pounding loudly in his ears. His center of balance became lost, sending him spinning towards the ground. He stared at the ceiling, panting heavily as he tried to regain his senses.
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