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Are you really this bored?
Maybe you're being too unfair, but you feel like resorting to watching a childrens cartoon has got to be a new low. Arguably lower than eating food that has touched the ground after the 5 seconds rule.
Staring at the TV, you wonder if you should've gone for a walk instead. Isn't that what functioning adults do whenever they don't have anything to do? Whatever they do, impulsively deciding to watch the 5 seasons of a canceled kids cartoon probably isn't one of their first ideas. Or the second.
The sounds of the first seasons opening sound reaches your ears, successfully grabbing your attention and making you focus on the screen instead of your self judgmental thoughts.
Hey, if anything at least the songs are a bop (even if there's that weird buzzing noise in the background). Might add them to your playlist after.
Judging the animation, you privately think to yourself that, for a kids show, it isn't that bad. Making the legos not move like—well, legos—was a smart decision on the animators part. It's actually quite fun to look at, so kudos to them.
It's right about now that you realized maybe the white-noise probably shouldn't be there, and that you might have to see what's making it before you notice a gas leak too late or something.
Groaning as you get up from your comfortable position on the couch, you dust yourself off from any imaginary crumbs, just to have something to procrastinate being a responsible adult more.
Stepping over the pizza box that you ordered earlier—now empty—you think about checking out the kitchen first, since that's where your gas stove is.
Before you can do said action though, your foot gets caught onto one of the coffee table legs and you stumble despite your instinctual thrashing, trying to grasp onto something, anything, that'll stop your fall. Your head is about to make contact with the TV and you think, just for a moment, that luck is smiling in your direction for once and nothing will happen. That is when luck grinned deviously and your face smashed the TV screen.
Suddenly everything felt too hot and too cold at the same time. You just wanted it to stop stop STOP.
And that's how you die, alone and in probably the most avoidable way ever.
Your last thought was how you probably should've gone on a walk instead, at least then maybe you'd die a less stupid death.
Alas, the cold hands of death wait for no one, and with a snap you doze off to eternal sleep. A metallic scent dances through the room, and the air is filled with a soft electric feeling that makes anyones hair stand on end.
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"One pound fish, for just a few yen ladies and gentlemen!"
"Vegetables! Cheap vegetables here! Come buy your vegetables!"
"Purchase this brand new pan right now while the sale is still up! 40% off for anyone who gets two!"
What did they say?
Groggily you blink your eyes open before quickly having to shut them again as a run ray digs into your iris. Choosing instead to squint until your eyes became accustomed to the lightning, you shift a bit to the side, away from the suns brightness.
Through the slits of your eyes, you are able to make out blurry shapes that seem to twirl around each other. Giving your gaze time to adjust reveals that those twirling objects are actually people walking the streets. Huh… Weren't you just walking home? Last memory you have is of you passing the corner-store owned by that one guy you're pretty sure is the local drug dealer.
Using your hand as a barrier between your eyes and the surprisingly shiny sun, you take in your surroundings better and realize you are leaning against a brick wall in an alleyway. Next to you there's a trashcan with a banana peel hanging right off the ledge, menacingly drooping towards your unprotected shoulder.
Quickly, you move out of the way before the peel makes it attack. Trying to use the wall as support, you attempt a standing up position. Your efforts are questionable at best as your head feels full of cotton but also strangely empty, as if you can't seem to focus on anything. Add onto that the fact your legs feel as unstable as a baby goats.
Still, with a few sacrifices from your dignity, you manage what can be loosely qualified as a vertical worm.
Once upright, your eyes finally don't want to shrivel up every time the sun came within close proximity to it, so you look around fully.
In conclusion, you are in a somewhat small alleyway off to the side of a busy street with nothing for company other than the earlier banana peel (you're not sure you're on the best terms with the object after evading it).
Now, how the hell did you get this geographically misplaced? Did… Did you do drugs? Maybe drank one too many shots? It doesn't seem like something you'd do, but who knows. Life is full of unexpected things.
Whatever the reason, you're here now, so you should probably figure out your next action. Finding our where you are seems like a solid idea, so you nod at yourself and head out of the alley. You feel kinda awkward and slightly off balance whilst walking, like your body isn't behaving the way it should, but you ignore it. Maybe its the side effects of the reason you woke up not remembering anything.
Walking around, you notice all the different stalls. Some sell clothes, some food, some—uh—potions? Maybe you're in a role-play convention? Thought it really doesn't look like it, and it wouldn't make sense to sell vegetables in a convention of that type.
Another thing you notices was the stares you seemed to be getting, which—yeah you probably look like shit—but they could've tried to hide it you know? You'd like to think you have more tact when judging someone.
…All this attention is making you uncomfortable, but you cant really do anything about it. The best way to find out where you are is using the main road.
Which reminds you, you've been walking around for a bit and don't seem to recognize any of these buildings. If anything, the buildings around you seem like a more clustered version of New York—what with all the bright colors and flashing lights you sometimes catch outlining stalls.
Wow, these role-players take this stuff seriously, huh?
The busy stalls are behind you now, as the road seems to open up to a circular clearing. Different stores line up the sides of the clearing, all surrounding a fountain in the middle. You look around in awe at the new sight. The shop windows seemed to wink at you as you walked towards the fountain. Maybe you could use it to see how bad you look and find out why everyone looked at you weirdly.
Stopping in front of the white marble that formed the fountain, you take one more look around you before glancing down a the water. Which made you almost stumble in shock. Your knees felt weak but you forced them to keep you standing as you stared at yourself in shock.
There, in the waters reflection, you could see yourself. But—it's not the you that you knew. Instead if the face you were familiar with, the aqua showed you additions to your appearance. To the side of your head, your ears seemed to have grown in size. Behind you, you could make out a furry tail—which seemed to freeze when you were made aware of its presence.
Your face seemed to have gone through the most changes. Your nose bridge has sunken into your face to the point it was barely noticeable. Behind your eyes, seemingly cemented to your skin, was a warm colored eye mask in the shape of two ovals embracing your eyes.
Safe to say, you were freaked out.
This… Normally people don't randomly experience body transformation, right? And they especially don't turn into what seemed to be an odd monkey-human hybrid. No wonder the people around were looking at you weirdly! They probably thought you paid for plastic surgery so you could look like this!
You took a shaky step back from the founding, breathing a little too hard. Not bearing to look at yourself any longer, you walk to a corner of the clearing in unstable steps—half because of what you saw, and half because of the now ever present feeling of the tail behind you. Now that you knew it was there, it felt like you could feel it every time you moved.
Okay, you shake yourself, you need to calm down and think about this. If you just started panicking or running around screaming like a headless chicken(monkey?), you would probably get thrown into a mental hospital. First thing you need to do is make everyone think that your appearance is intentional—normal, even.
So, you straighten up a little bit (even if you still feel very much so awkward in this new body of yours) and continue looking for any recognizable sites. You step out of the clearing and look around before choosing a random direction to go in.
Which is of course when you notice the bright pink sign hanging above a shop depicting a cartoon-ish pig holding a bowl of noodles. The same sign that appears in that one lego show you were planning to watch. You'd seen it once or twice in social media and the design was unique enough for it to get stuck in your head.
And if that wasn't enough? Just a second later, you see a young adult rush out of the shop. His dark brown hair sticks up with the amount of hair gel used in it, and a vivid red bandana is wrapped around his head, tying the look together.
You just stand there as he gets in the tuk-tuk parked outside and drives away in a hurry. You might not know a lot about lego monkie kid, but you sure as hell knew enough to recognize the main character.
Well, you're screwed.