John's eyes snapped open and reality rapidly asserted itself onto him.

Above him was a clear white ceiling and covering his face was a cold sweat.

I feel like there's something I'm missing. Something that I don't know that I should.

"YIP!"

John turned his head in the direction of the sound.

Standing on the bed almost right in front of John was Band-aid. It had an expression on its face that John assumed meant concern.

"I'll be fine."

With some intense jiggling, John rolled himself out of bed.

He had yesterday's clothes on for today as John had lost all his other sets of clothes after the bombing.

~I probably smell terrible.~

Anyone who was near John for an extended period of time knew that he did.

Weren't they supposed to escort me somewhere else today? Why didn't they tell me where I needed to be or anything?

John could only let himself be puzzled by that question

Maybe there's food in the cafeteria?

John walked over to the doorway of his room. He pushed it open.

With some squeezing John managed to fit his fat through the doorway.

I'm going to eat everything they have!

.....

John walked into the mess hall with a smile on his face and drool covering his shirt. He was more than ready for some fine dining.

But John would never get to experience the dining that he had always craved.

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Standing in the line up for the cafeteria in front of John was a man with sharp features and an angry face.

"Are you John?" Asked the man,

John smiled.

"I am. What of it?"

"You're coming with me."

John looked at the man in suspicion.

"What?"

"You're coming with me. That's what."

"Are you here to take me to that team that I'm supposed to be recruited into?" Asked John

The man simply nodded.

"Okay. I'll go. But can you wait until after I eat?"

"You won't be able to. Some scumbag broke in and stole all the food."

"Oh. Shucks then." Said John in a slightly stilted tone.

"Let's get going." Said the man.

John nodded. As the man started to briskly walk John slowly blubbered after him.

It took John maybe about to walk to the car thirty minutes. And then another ten minutes to fit himself in. But after that, he was off and away.

John was forced to sit in the middle because if not, the car significantly tilted to one side.

After plopping himself down there, the man started to drive.

I wonder what the warrior teams will be like.

...…

John spent most of the car ride playing with his dragons. Stove burned him a few times but Band-Aid would heal it pretty easily. The man driving the car didn't react to much of anything and didn't seem to so much as flinch when John got burnt.

John found that quite strange. But then again. Everyone he'd met had seemed quite strange nowadays

After a few hours of driving, they pulled into a large mansion with bright red tiles on its roof and absolutely no windows. There were just pure white walls and a pair of large black double doors.

"This is the team leader's house. He offered to let the other members live here while they waited for their paychecks to come in." Said the man at the wheel.

He pulled over at the gate to the house. The man left the car and opened the car door on John's right. With a lot of wheezing and as much force as possible, John started to lug himself to the doorway.

He barely managed to get himself out.

The man slid back into his car.

"Goodbye."

And with that, he drove away.

John was left sitting there at the gate to the manor.

Well, I might as well go in and say hi.

John walked up to the gate of the manor. He tried to push it open.

It wouldn't move.

He tried harder.

Still stuck.

John could only come to one conclusion. The gate was locked.

Well, that's not a problem.

John brought his leg up and slammed it into the gate.

CRACK!

The gate was torn from its hinges and thrown onto the ground.

Nice.

John started to walk through the pristine gardens at the front of the mansion as he approached the doorway.

TAK! TAK! TAK!

He knocked.

No response.

TAK! TAK! TAK!

He knocked again.

No response.

I'm sure who ever is living here hear me.

For a few moments, John stood there waiting.

Finally the door slowly opened.

A short and skinny man with dark black hair and glasses that had to be at least an inch thick looked up at John. His nose wrinkled in disgust, and he glanced at the gate behind him.

"I'm guessing you're part of the warrior team I joined?" Asked the man.

John nodded.

"Yup. That would be me. Do you happen to have a shower and a clean pair of clothes by chance?" Asked John

The man nodded.

"I have a shower. But….." His eyes darted up and down John's body.

"I don't have any clothes in your. Size..... I'll just get one of the maids to wash the clothes your wearing now." He said.

John nodded.

It made sense that he didn't have his clothes. John had needed to get them custom-made by a tailor.

"Okay. Could I go use your shower right now?" Asked John

The man nodded vigorously.

Apparently my smell was getting to him.

John followed the man up to the bathroom.

John's dragons were out playing in the field so no one noticed them.

Squeezed himself through the doorway and fit himself into the too-small shower.

John couldn't help but sigh as the warm water hit his lower chest.

Because of the space restrictions it took John a good thirty minutes to shower.

But afterwards he left feeling nice and refreshed.

One of the maids gave John his clean set of clothes. He squezzed himself through the doorway.

Maybe I should actually go and get the name of the person who's letting me stay here?