Evan POV:

I jolted awake in my bed, squinting at the familiar sights of my room in the early morning light. "What in the ever-loving heck?" I muttered to myself, scrambling out of bed with a mix of confusion and adrenaline.

As I frantically scanned the room, it dawned on me that yup, I was definitely back on Earth. But how the heck did I get here?

Memories of heading to the coliseum for a match flashed through my mind, followed by a big ol' blank. Did my opponent slip me some kind of trippy potion or what?

I tried summoning my gamer skills—mana ball, system checks, you name it. Nada. Zilch. Zip. Until I pinched myself and... ow! Okay, I guess pain is a pretty good reality check.

Then I spotted the culprit: my computer, with Terraria still running. Ah, memories of an all-night gaming sesh flooding back. But waking up in a whole new world? Not exactly on my to-do list.

Before I could fully freak out, my phone starts blowin' up with calls from Aisha and the gang.

At first I thought, who the hell does a group call, but in the next second I picked up the call,

"Guys!" she screams, "You won't believe this whacked-out dream I had where I was stuck in Terraria."

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"Wait, seriously?" I blurt out, practically choking on my disbelief. And wouldn't you know it, Terra's in the same boat. "Wait, did we all dream about Terraria?" he asks, sounding as confused as the rest of us. But then Walter chimes in with a total curveball: "Nope, not me. I was freezing my butt off at the North Pole or something."

Well, ain't that just peachy? "Huh, we all had some serious dream drama," Aisha muses, but my brain's already on overdrive. "Wait, hold up," I interject, "I think I'm trapped in some mage's messed-up spell from that world."

And just like that, it hits me like a ton of bricks: I'm forgetting chunks of my dream faster than ice cream melts on a summer day. Weren't there kids? A family? Elves, maybe? Skills, definitely? And I was a straight-up boss, ruling the roost like it was nobody's business.

"Wow, talk about a wild ride," Terra muses, shaking his head in disbelief. "I dreamt of Terraria, stumbling upon this stunning gal, popping the big question, and then bam! She's off with some other dude. My heart's still recovering."

Aisha, ever the peacemaker, chimes in with a tempting offer. "Hey, forget the dream drama. I've got the scoop on this rad new crepe joint. Who's up for a breakfast and drama talk about some dreams?"

But Walter, being the party pooper that he is, shoots down the idea with a nonchalant shrug. "crepes for breakfast? No thank you." he mumbles.

Just as I'm pondering whether to join Aisha for a crepe extravaganza, my mom's voice cuts through the chatter like a hot knife through butter. "Evan! Breakfast time!"

And in that moment, it hits me like a ton of bricks.

"That whole thing in Terraria... It was some really big shitty dream wasn't it?."

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