Our hero awakens.
The pain in his head throbbed, he holds his head and groans.

His blonde hair was a mess and the tips were a galaxy color.
Finally... he had to recall his name...
who was he again?
Ke... Kee... Ka.... Keet? No... Kat?... No.. no... Keater.... Certainly not... Cot? Not even once...
Ah!
Kært! That's right! It was Kært! Kært... ah... umm... good enough...
hey! maybe if he found his invitation he could remember!

He cooled down a moment... letting some of the pain in his head subside then got up from the bed he laid in.
There was glitter everywhere, people everywhere.

He stepped over them, slowly feeling sicker and sicker as he stepped towards the bathroom.

He was successful in getting to the bathroom but he pewked as soon as he got to the toilet, the vomit inside the toilet make him pewk a few more times before his body was satisfied and felt better.

He flushed the toilet, washing his hands and face then looked at the mirror and found an invitation, he read the name on the back then investigated himself in the mirror.

He looked at his hair, touching the dyed tips and then looked down at his clothes...

he was wearing knee high, silk socks he did not recognize... pink and white striped panties that he knew did not belong to him and finally a dress shirt and tie... dress shirt too big to be his and tie too messily done to have been his doing.

No shoes... and no one recognizable outside...

He shuddered, deciding to investigate the area he had awoken within.
He left the bathroom, going out into the open and scanning over the room before him.

Glitter was most certainly everywhere as was clothing, people he did not recognize from anywhere were sprawled out on the floor, resting, passed out, dead?
He had no idea.

He wasn't sure he wanted to know...

Kært looked at the shelves nearby him, full of books and empty bottles of liquor.

He sighed and left the room, quietly opening the door then sneaking out into the hallway that contained wooded floors.

He quietly closed the door then looked down both ends of the white and elegant hallway.

more doors were on either side of the one he left as he went on his merry way.

He could feel some eyes watching him closely, the feeling of dread drizzling over him as he tried to go outside.
He had stepped over multiple "guests" at this point, most passed out... some just laying down and too lazy to get up.

He kept walking, determined to get out of this place...
he needed to go home and study.

He soon reached a door to the outside and left through said door.
But as he made his way to the entrance... he realised just how dire his situation was.
The doors to the escalator room were locked...
then he went and checked the gate.
That was locked too...
He tried to see if he could get into the gate manager's office..

Locked.

He even tried to see if he could climb the gate.
Impossible.

He was worried but then tried to look for the host of last night's party.
He was soaked, white shirt showing off his body through the wet areas and hair dripping hair dye down his face and onto his shirt's shoulders.

He cleaned his glasses with a towel from the kitchen he passed through.

He walked around the house, through the living room, the theater room, the pool area and even some bedrooms.

But finally, he got to a very large room, one that looked like a room made just for electronics such as computers and gaming systems.

A skylight was above in a circle formation, showing the grey, raining sky above.

in the middle, was a man in front of a large set of security screens... each showing an area of the house.

Kært was confused and a bit creeped out as he recognized the host in a white dress shirt and black pants exit the swivel chair in front of the screens and make his way towards him.

"W...Who are you? Why did you invite me here and... and Why can't I leave!?" Kært yelled a bit, not going overboard but still showed his disapproval of his situation.

"I should probably introduce myself~
I'm Casper~

Casper Skøyeraktig~
You were at the party last night right? of course you were... I made sure of it... you were too drunk to really remember what happened but...
Man you should've seen what I wore...
I had a cane and a party hat..."

"That's not why I'm here. why can't I go home?!?!" Kært yelled with the feeling terror gripping his soul like claws of ice.

"I'm glad you asked my little dove~ allow me to explain...
you see... university sucks... and I was thinking about leaving but then... I saw you. I saw you studying and getting ready for your tests.
I watched you change for gym~
I just became obsessed to a point of where I've followed you home for three weeks straight but you had your head in a book so you didn't see me~"

Kært was horrified by this information, trembling with fear.
"W...What do you plan to do with me?"

"Why~ make you mine of course~ But I also had a plan from the start... I'd make my own utopia for college and University students to thrive and party until we die~

but you... Oh you'll be treated like a queen.
after all~
I'm the king of this hologram where there's no such thing as getting out of hand~"

Kært's memories from last night flooded back at those words.
Secret and drunk kisses were exchanged between himself and Casper.
Casper would tell him how they could go to his bedroom and just get their relationship moving in there but the first time wouldn't mean anything since Kært was drunk.

Kært felt ill, he raced to the nearest trash bin and began to vomit while Casper followed and stood behind him.

Kært was horrified of Casper he wanted nothing to do with him ever again...
Casper had groped Kært's ass while he was drunk and tried to urge Kært to sleep with him.

Casper had been very aware Kært was drunk off his ass but Casper used that to his advantage until Kært's memory went black again.

Upon finishing his vomiting... Kært was handed a napkin.
"Come along dove~ let's give you a place to rest~" Casper cooed and led Kært to the living room, laying him on a couch and then leaving him there...

Kært was too sick and tired to care anymore... he just slowly drifted off to a restless sleep...

what the hell had he gotten himself into?