A/N: You are "I" in this part of the story. Hopefully it makes sense to all of you!
It was a dark and stormy night. I was being lazy and instead of studying for my hardest final, I was playing Kingdom Hearts II. Suddenly, lightning struck the power lines. I was upset, because I knew that I should have listened to my mother about turning off the system because it was now fried.

Well, it should have been ruined, but it wasn't. Instead, I saw a black cloaked figure on the screen. The figure beckoned me to follow him. Instead of listening to a video game like a crazy person, I ran upstairs to my room.

I decided that some hockey might be able to calm me downand get my mind off of the video game. So, I turned on the Y/F/T and the Y/T/R. My team was winning. Then, I saw the black cloaked man at the game. He was sitting near the players, behind Y/F/T's bench. He can't be real, he's just a video game character.

Little did I know that I was wrong. I decided that I needed a sanity check, so I ran downstairs to the gaming room.

And sure enough, he was gone. The screen was off, but the system wasn't fried.

I ran back upstairs to my room, only to see him again. In real life. The last thing I remember was seeing the person in black put two fingers up to my head.
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When I awoke from my slumber, I realized that I looked like I was in an episode of Looney Tunes. I was a cartoon. And sure enough, I wasn't the only one looking at myself in the same way. I saw all of the hockey players there, probably more surprised than me.
I then saw the man in black again. I started to run after him, but what my mind totally neglected to tell me was that there were about..too many hockey players to count around. I ran into the players rather than the man.

As I recovered from my fall, a chilling voice came into my head. Good luck surviving my world. May the odds be ever in your favor!

A question came into my head: What am I going to do now?

Well,the players decides the best couse of action would be to fit into normal ordinary jobs. I decided to go about normal life as much as I could.

As a result, the jobs that the players chose sometimes did not fit their personality. These stories will be explain below.
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A/N: I have a cowriter with this story, WaywardSon10. She is writing her own book of random one shots. Please read them!

So, if anyone has any requests, then send them to me or WaywardSon10. Thanks!

-Shannon