A young boy walked down the sidewalk, he was wearing a dark blue t-shirt with a Skyrim logo printed on it, he was weaing a pair of faded blue jeans, and he wore black Vans on his feet, on his head was a black beanie with a small skull decal on it. He also had a black one strap school bag strapped across his back, while he walked he was looking down at his phone, he was lstening to some music from Nickelback, the boy didn't care if people saw him, he liked what he liked. Soon the boy came to a cross walk,he looked up from his phone to see the walk sign was red, he sighed and stopped at the sign, he waited until he saw it turn green.
He didn't even bother to look both ways before he stepped out onto the street, if he had he would have seen that a huge semi-truck was barreling down the street right at him it wasn't until he heard the driver honk the loud horn that he noticed it. He froze like a deer in headlight "Oh,crap!" he gasped he could tell, he wouldn't come out of this alive "I'm going to die!" he shuddered "I haven't even had sex yet!" he cried out as the semi barreled towards him.
"No! Don't give up heart!" came a booming voice the boy looked around, "God? Is that you?" he heard no response again he heard the horn of the semi blow hard he shreiked like a little girl, "Don't fret! You have something that will save you!" the boy had a confused look on his face, "What do you mean?" everything went silent, the boy heard no sounds not even the third loud horn blast from the semi about to run him over.
Then the only thing he heard, "Dragonborn!" the boys eyes went wide "Dragonborn..." he whispered he looked down at his Skyrim tee, a smirk appeared on his face, he started to laugh manically "This has to be a dream" he assured himself. Him, about to be crushed by a semi, it was a dream, probably steming from the fact he was up all night playing Skyrim and watching the latest anime episodes, "Well, if it's a dream, I guess there's no point in arguing!" he clenched his fist tight and faced the semi, a huge grin of confidence on his face. He new just what to do, he hadn't been playing Skyrim for three whole years for nothing, he took in a breath.
"Fos, Roh, Dah!!" he shouted and just like in his game, an unrelenting force came out his mouth, it collided with the semi truck, and just like it's effect in the game, it sent the semi truck flying back and landing upside down on the road, the dust cloud settled, the boy looked at what he had done, he was amazed this was the best dream ever, he saw the semi truk driver slowly crawl out from the wrecked truck. He got up and looked at the boy,he had the look of fear on his face, "Monster!" he cried and rain off, the boy smirked "Best Dream Ever!" he laughed "Alright now, time to wake up" he closed his eyes, nothing happened, the boys eyes blinked open, "What the hell?" he looked around he was in the same place, "Why am I not waking up?" again he closed his eyes, "Wake up!" he shouted he grumbled when again nothing happened.
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"Wake the fuck up!" he gripped his shoulders, again nothing happened "What the hell's going on, why am I not waking up?" then he did something that came to his mind, he raised his fist and struck himself in the crotch, he felt every square inch of the impact, his eyes watered, he held his crotch and fell to his knees, "Ow, okay not the best idea.."he groaned. But, the stinging pain he felt in his crotch,made him realize one thing, "This isn't a dream..." before he could do anything else he found himself surrounded by cops with protective gear and riot sheilds, armed with assault rifles and shotguns, "Freeze! Don't move or we fill you with holes!" one of the cops yelled.
The boy started at the assault rifles and shotguns in the cops hands, he really didn't feal like getting filled with bullets the pain in his crotch was enough, he raised his hands from his crotch and over his head, an officer made sign to another to cuff the boy. Hours later, the boy found himself in a sealed grey room, a small ice pack was on his crotch, he looked around the room he wasn't going to lie, he was a bit shaken, he heard the lights above him buzz, it annoyed him, he wiggled his hand which were held together by at least six pairs of hand cuffs.
"What the hell's going on?" he wondered he went back to the events prior, he had used a spell from a game were you ran around killing dragons, he had blown a semi truck a few feet back and upsidedown, "That voice" he mumbled "That voice I heard" he was referring to the voice he though must have been god, that told him that word 'Dragonborn', the boy groaned."What the hell was that?" he went into deep thought,as he did the door to the room swung open which cut his concetration, he looked and saw a man with a gotee around his mouth, he looked really muscular and he had a cops uniform on, the sleeves were rolled up showing his muscular arms which intimadated the boy.
The officer looked at him as he walked around the table the boy had been sitting at, he gave a disgust 'Hmph' as he reached the other side of the table, he pulled the chair out and sat down, he threw a manilla folder on the table and he opened it and started looking it over. Then after studying it for a bit, he looked up at the boy with a scowl, "Now, why don't you tell me who you are?" the boy nodded "My names Paul sir, Paul Bakaochi" at that time, Paul had no idea that as of then, his life was about to change for the stranger, for the more idiodic.[Ch.1 END]