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"Who's there?" Dave steps in front of me protectively.

"Why don't you come see for yourself?" the voice answers.

"Don't fall for it," I advise Dave, "You'll be forced to stare into the hole in his head where his third eye lives then be pulled into a weird premonition."

"What rubbish do you read?"

"It's a TV series. I watch it."

Dave rolls his eyes before snatching the curtain open to reveal none other than Kage's brother. Sorry, adopted brother.

"It's the sad drinker," I recognise.

"Huh? That's how you remember me? I'm hurt, Jackie." He feigns a frown.

"Who is this?" Trent growls.

"Sergio, Kage's brother," Dave hisses.

"Hello, Davis, it's good to see you again."

Ooh. I sense a tormented backstory between these two. I really don't want to hear about all the adventures and the romance they shared together so I think it's time I leave.

"Oh come on, Davis. Don't be shy now. I thought we shared something? After all, I was your first."

Shucks. He popped his cherry. I guess I betta beat it. Insert winking face.

I slowly take a step back but it feels like my body is being drained of all its energy. I really hate this feeling the most and it seems to be the only thing I feel lately.

"Why can't I leave?" I start pondering all the reasons as to why I'm involved in everything now. I have a feeling that things will only get worse.

"Because I need you, Jackie. You are my little golden egg shitter."

"Did you just call me the golden goose? If so, I don't think it's a compliment."

"You must know something, Jackie. Anything about yourself? Or your powers?"

"I've just recently found out I'm suicidal?" I try.

Sergio laughs. "Gee, I can't wait until Zeph finds out about you."

"Zeph?" I pale.

"You know who Zeph is?" Dave asks me surprised.

"... Nah. I know shit. I was just going along with the drama," I answer weakly.

I'm actually pale because I can't feel my legs. And now I'm falling in slow motion but in reality I probably instantly fell to the floor in the next second.

"What did you do!"

"Nothing."

"Then why is he-"

"Calm down. Help me get him into the bed."

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I'm in a white space. It's not an inverted version of space but rather an area that can't be defined as a room. There doesn't seem to be any walls or ceiling, not even a floor. It's all completely white.

Damn. This sucks. I seem to have been sucked into some weird mental asylum. Maybe I woke up from that weird dream of powers and being a super mega awesome superhero in the making. Not that I'm bragging or anything.

"J*&*^T42Fr8ack," appears before me but it looks like it's waving in water and in a glitched format.

It looks insane ... Insanely awesome! What kind of crazy futuristic world do I come from? If this is me waking up then damn I want to see more!

"JACK." The letters are clear now and I can hear a muffled and wobbled voice along with it.

Maybe I was sucked into a virtual game. That would be cool. I like futuristic games with action and thick plot in story mode. I really hope it's an RPG!

"We're coming to get you."

Is the story starting? I didn't see the subtitles or the chapter title. Where is the character?

"Wake up already, fool!"

And so I snap out of the white space with that. "Aw, I guess I'm not in a super cool future or game," I grumble unhappily.

"What are you talking about?"

"I went somewhere and saw something awesome!"

"Is he on drugs? Of any kind?" Sergio asks.

Dave ignores him and snaps his fingers in front of my face. "Where did you go?"

"Oh hell no, did you just snap yo fingers in front of m-" I shut my mouth as soon as I see his famous vein enter front and centre stage on his big forehead. "I don't know. It was weird but cool. It was a white place and distorted words sprung up from nowhere like in VR!"

"What did the words say?"

"Does that even matter?" Trent growls in impatience.

"It does if whoever is casting these illusions is trying to send a message," Dave growls back.

"They said my name then they said they're coming for me."

Well, not coming for me, as in I'm going to kill you but rather coming to collect a package or something. Should I tell them or maybe they'll understand that it's the other way-

"So they're threating us? Heh! They sure got guts!" Trent cracks his knuckles violently with his usual scowl-smile on his face. Bushy eyebrows almost morphing into his bottom lashes.

"I don't th-" I try to correct them.

"Need my help, Davis?"

"Stop calling me that and get lost already. Why the hell are you even here?" Dave snaps.

"How cruel. I just wanted to check how my brother's pet was doing. What with the hole he put in him. He's so ruthless with his toys." Sergio's hand lands on my stomach where the hole is still hidden by an illusion.

I feel oddly violated. Especially since it's the sad-drinker-slut guy. Dave yanks his hand away and holds it in a death grip.

"Get. Lost," Dave spits.

"... Fine. I'll return some other time when I can be alone with space boy."

"Space Man," I correct.

"Really? That's your superhero name?" Sergio laughs then disappears the next second.

"What if it's him who is messing us around like this?" Trent taps Dave for his attention.

"No. I don't think he'd have a motive for this."

"Fun is his motive. Literally everything goes."

"Uh, guys," I squeak.

"What?" they say in unison.

"Help me down?"

Their eyes go from the bed to the ceiling where I'm currently hanging out. Another thought just came to my mind. If I try to hang myself then it would be futile because I could just float up. So that gets ruled off my list of possible ways to kill myself to wake up from this strange dream.

Also, another thing, how did 'they're coming for me' turn into a threat for them as well? How did we become a group! I want no part!