(Hello everyone! Sorry for my long absence, lots has been happening! Here's a new short mini series I've started, enjoy!)

    Jared twitched, his eyes blinking open groggily as he woke up from what felt like the deepest sleep he had ever been in. Once his eyes adjusted to the hazy light, his brain began to register where exactly he was.

    What the hell?

    He appeared to be in an empty parking lot, the only light from the flickering street lamp a couple yards from where he laid.

    Groaning, Jared attempted to get up, only to find one hand handcuffed to the dumpster behind him.

    What on earth happened last night?

    No, not last night, it was still dark.

    "Anyone here?" Jared called, his voice hoarse.

     The dumpster behind him gave a clunk as something moved inside it.

    Oh great, a raccoon was going to get him.

    Jared attempted to yank the handcuff off as the lid to the dumpster flew open and revealed a boy.

    "Who the fuck are you?" The boy asked, brushing long dark hair out of his face as he glared at Jared.

    "I could ask the same thing." Jared huffed, glancing at his handcuff. "Did you do this?"

    The boy put a hand to his forehead and shut his eyes for a minute. "I don't remember, I have no clue what happened. Last I remember I was at the bar..."

    "Me too, was it the one-" Jared started.

    "By the weird antique shop that only sells clown dolls." They said in unison.

    "Alright, so we know where we met, but what did we do after that?" Jared asked. The boy hopped out of the dumpster and began to glance around.

    "Well, we're at a Wendy's, and considering I'm not starving, which I usually am when I'm hungover, means that we probably ate." The boy suggested. "I'll go check inside and ask a worker." The boy began to head around the dumpster.

     "I'm Jared, by the way." Jared leaned up against the dumpster.

    "Connor." The boy nodded.

     "Well, Connor, please don't ditch me here." Jared smirked, watching as Connor disappeared around the corner.

    "No promises."

     After what felt like ages to Jared, Connor appeared from around the corner.

    "Well?" Jared asked impatiently, moving forward only to be yanked back by the handcuff.

    "You'll be happy with the outcome, though they weren't open, I found these near the front door." Connor held up a pair of keys before leaning down to undo the handcuff. "It's also around 4 am."

    "Damn, we really managed to party last night." Jared's hand was freed and he pulled it away, twisting and examining it. "Oh thank god, it was starting to go numb and I was worried."

    "Well, we still have to figure out where on earth we are, so don't stop worrying yet." Connor offered his hand and helped pull Jared up.

    "Here, I'll just check my phone-" Jared reached into his pocket only to find it empty, he frantically checked the other one. "Holy shit, my phone's missing!"

    "Seriously, you didn't think to look for it earlier? It was the first thing I thought about when I woke up." Connor snorted. The two began to walk towards the street, which was just as empty as the parking lot.

    "Where are all the people? It may be early in the morning but you always have a couple weirdos out and about." Jared sighed, checking both ways on the street.

    "Perhaps we're the weirdos." Connor shrugged. "Left or right? Which way did drunk us come from?"

    Jared thought for a second, looking down to the right. There was an ice cream shop that's sign was peeling off in great chunks and a boutique with a large Help Wanted painted in the window.

    To the left was a dark shop with it's door wide open and a billboard that looked a very familiar-

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     "Connor, Connor look!" Jared slurred, mocking the man on the poster by flexing his muscles and posing.

     "You look nothing like that guy, you don't have muscles!" Connor laughed, flexing his muscles as well.

    "No way, my muscles are way bigger than yours!" Jared lifted his arm up to Connor's.

     "I could do anything better than you, you weakling!" Connor teased, leaning in.

    Jared frowned and looked around, "Then how about we have a food contest, at that Wendy's there, whoever eats the most burgers wins."

    "Deal."

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    "Left, we go left, I remember that poster." Jared insisted.

    "You do?" Connor scrunched up his face. "I thought you couldn't remember anything?"

    "I remembered the poster when I saw it, maybe we'll find our way back if I can just remember more." Jared began to head left, Connor on his heels.

    "By all means then, lead the way."