New Game - Chapter 1
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Hey guys! Welcome to the first chapter of my first story on this site! I'm excited to share this story to others that may like what's going to happen in it. Before reading this, I want you all to know that this story mainly focus on the plot before any other “plot" will be seen. So if you were hoping for instant sex scenes on the first chapter then sorry to burst your bubbles but no, that's not what I want the story to be. Besides, I have some other stories I'm working on that deal with that so don't worry about getting constantly blued ball reading slow burner stories from me.
Also, expect this story to be a lot…different from other stories you read from this site. I'm trying something different. There might be some errors in the story or it might be a bit bland so bare with me, hopefully it will lessen as I grow
I hope you all enjoy this story!
Beep…Beep…Beep
'Stupid alarm…'
I groggily opened my eyes to hatefully stare at the alarm clock that never fails to painfully remind me of a new, tiring day. However, instead of my alarm clock, I was met with a…heart monitor? Confused, I sat up only for me to instantly go back down when my body flared up from pain.
“Hghh! What the-" I suddenly stopped when I heard my voice. It sounded rough and raspy, my throat felt sore and dry like I hadn't drunk any water in days.
Now confused but wide awake, I finally notice my surroundings. There was a curtain on the wall on my left that brightened up the room I was in. The room had light, beige-colored walls with brown wood floors and a white ceiling. There was a TV hooked up on the wall in front of me, on the right was a heart monitor from before and on the left was an IV.
It didn't take a genius to figure out that I was in a hospital, but it will take a couple of masterminds to figure out how I got here and why. I don't remember being brought to the hospital, so it's understandable that I'm pretty concerned right now.
I tightly held my head in one hand when a burst of pain started to flare into my muddled mind. There are gaps in my memories, so it's difficult for me to remember. Minutes flew by, and even though I tried as hard as I could, I can't remember a single thing. What's worse is that I can't even remember what I was doing during the day. It's like…my memories had been deleted from my brain or something.
'What is going on? I can't be that forgetful…did I take something I should have? Did my head slam into something?'
I held my head tighter as the headache became more pronounced than before. Anxiousness and paranoia were also starting to grow inside me, making me more stressed. However, another part of my body started to complain to me, a very natural one; one that I'm happy for since I could actually take care of it. All I need is a toilet, which thankfully, I didn't need to go far for one; there's a bathroom in the room I'm in.
With the grace of an old man, I slowly got up from the hospital bed and planted my feet on the floor. I stand up only to stumble a bit, quickly grabbing the bed from behind me.
'Damn, my body feels so stiff. It's like I haven't moved in a while.'
Trying to get use to walking, I made my way to the door of the restroom and opened it. I ignored everything and limped my way to the toilet to relieve myself. As soon as the stream poured I started to finally relax, happy that I had SOME control of my situation, even if it was a small thing like peeing.
After a couple of seconds, I flush the toilet and make my way to the sink to wash my hands. I got some soap out of the dispenser and turned the faucet on. While washing my hands, I decided to look up to the mirror to check how my face is doing, only to freeze at what I'm looking at, the relaxation I just earned completely gone in an instant.
Now, I'm not embarrassed to say that my body was on the chunky side of the spectrum but not that much. I had a wide frame and was at a height of 6ft '2in; I thanked my dad for that gene advantage. My eyes were a light brown and my hair was the same color and short. The sides were trimmed, which connected nicely to my beard, adding a lot of charm. It's safe to say that I was a pretty handsome looking guy, a prime image of a man I would say. So I was shocked when I saw a small pretty boy instead of a big and handsome man in the mirror.
Instead of my chunky form I was skinny. Instead of my 6ft '2 frame, I was somewhere around 5ft '8, slightly below the average height. Instead of my brown hair and eyes, I have dark black hair and light green eyes that look like emeralds. Instead of facial hair, my face was bare of any hair, almost like a baby's.
Instead of the me I knew…I saw someone else…
“WHat tHe hell…" My voice— no…this different voice croaked out.
'How the hell did this happen?! Why am I just figuring out my body isn't the same?! Just what the hell is happening to me?!?!'
My trembling hands traveled all over my body, checking if what I'm feeling is real or not, hoping that I'm just dreaming. Breathing became difficult, making my head feel light headed. My body felt weak and I started to stumble around. I tumbled past the threshold of the door and tripped over it, falling to the floor. A loud thud and the sound of the can be heard throughout the room.
“Ugh! Damn…!"
The door of my room burst open and a nurse rushed in, but another surprise was slapped into my face.
The…nurse wasn't a normal one. It wasn't even a human, it looked like a fucking deer. It seemed as shocked as me, it's face was very expressive; something I thought was impossible for animals.
“Y-You're awake!" The deer spoke to me. Its voice is high pitched and feminine, it was likely a female. I quickly lost interest about that however, and mostly on the fact that it SPOKE!
Though I have to worry about that later since I quickly lost consciousness soon after. The last thing I saw before I closed my eyes was the deer panicking while rushing towards me.
My eyes snapped open, quickly sitting up on a bed, my bed. I blinked, taking deep breaths of air for my starved lungs. I looked around and noticed that I'm not in a hospital room, but mine. Desperate to know if I'm really back, I jump off my bed and head into the bathroom. Slamming onto the door, my hands twist the door knob and open the door. I instantly turn my head left since that's where my mirror usually is and was greeted with…myself.
Slowly, I put my hand on top of my head and drag it. I felt the smoothness of my brown hair, the roughness of my skin, the thickness of my bread. A breath of relief left my mouth as my whole body relaxed.
“Thank god…it was only a dream. A veerry realistic one…"
It was really weird how real that dream felt. Everything felt real, I was convinced that I actually switched bodies with someone else.
“Ok, new rule. No more binge reading visual novels before bed. I have been too addicted to reading those lately..."
Ringing noise started to play out back in my room. I can instantly tell that it's my phone alarm so I walk back to the room and check why the alarm went off.
It saids it's for work…
…
“SHIT! I NEED TO GET READY!"
Rushing over to my closest, I open it and grab some jeans and a red polo shirt. I quickly put the shirt and jeans on while stumbling my way to the dresser to grab some socks. Hopping on one foot while putting on my socks, I again made my way to the bathroom and brushed my teeth.
Once I finished, I put on my shoes that were at the door and immediately headed out of my apartment room. I also thank whatever god granted me the privilege of getting a room on the first floor. Imagine going down a flight of stairs, how unfortunate. Perking my head up, I rush to the bus stop around the corner after hearing the engines of the communal bus in the distance. I made it just in time to see the bus stop and its doors opening to let a group in. Speed walking to the bus, I look at the screen display above the window of the bus that has the bus's number and destination: 67 going to West Avenue commercial area.
“Morning Beau, almost late again I see," said the bus driver flatly while holding a smile, “if I had a nickel for everytime you're late—"
“You would be swimming in a pool of them by now, I know I know," I smiled as I got on the bus, there weren't a lot of people on it yet, “I wouldn't recommend that though, that's like diving into a pool of concrete Ms. Daniella."
She rolled her eyes, “It's a figure of speech smartass, and what I told you about just calling me by my name! Just Daniella is fine." Daniella exasperated.
“Oh I know, just getting in my laughs for the day."
“Boy! Just get in your seat!" She yelled, lightly swatting at arm playingfully.
I laughed and took my seat in the middle of the bus by the window. This is a common occurrence when I'm on this bus, it has been ever since I moved here years ago.
I sighed and looked out the window. Moving to this city was purely due to my job. I work at a 'thrilling' office job as a data analyst, and things couldn't be any more dull, like any average job. Sure I could've declined or quit if I didn't want to move, but I decided that I wanted a change actually, a personal one.
I was always a bit of a shut in. There wasn't really a want or need to go out. I'm an introvert and a loner so I didn't go out of my way to make friends or go out around the town. Family was constantly too busy to talk to and I'm entirely too lazy to get up to get groceries so I just pay for them to be delivered to me. Everything I liked or needed was right near me at an arm's reach.
I was…ok with it. But I know it wasn't really healthy for me to keep doing what I was doing. Also, there was always this sense of…dissociation I had, like I wasn't where I wanted to be…so when the opportunity struck, I took it, thinking it could help me.
Well it did, kind of. What I mean is that I'm a bit more healthy now. I take walks occasionally and during some of them I get some groceries but in small quantities, I did not want to walk far with a lot of bags in hand. The family situation didn't change but I made some friends (online) through some games which is a huge achievement for me! My old and dull routine is changing bit by bit and it feels good.
However…even though it's less pronounced as before, there's still that feeling of slight detachment, which is weird. It can't be because of how I'm living my life. Even though it's not the most exciting life, I still enjoy it.
So what could it be?
My body suddenly jerked forward as the bus made a stop. I looked up and was shocked that the bus was full of people now, I must have been really out of it to not notice beforehand.
The doors of the bus opened and a new group of people started to pour in. Looking at the number of seats left and people coming in, I could tell there wouldn't be enough seats for everyone, and I was right. Many had to stand until their next stop and I was again thankful to whatever god let my bus stop be one of the first to get picked up. After a 5 minute drive, we made it to another bus stop where some people got off and more came in, the bus was still packed with people. I once again thank whatever god let my apartment be one of the first places to stop at.
“Hey asshole! Who do you think you are!"
My eyes snapped in front of me, I spotted a man looking at another sitting down with a frustrated look.
“What man? You got a problem with me?" Said the guy sitting down with a bored expression.
“Yeah I do!" The man standing yelled, “I was going to sit but you pushed me!"
“I don't know what you're talking about man, I got this seat fair and square."
“'Fair and square'?!"
“You two! Do we have a problem?!" Ms. Daniella decided to cut into the argument.
Then the two started to complain to her about the situation. Groans and curses can be heard all over the bus, upset that they will be late because of these two.
Meanwhile, I wasn't worried about that. I was more focused on being hit by a strange sense of deja vu when hearing this argument, and how strong this feeling felt.
'Why do I feel like this happened before? Recently too.' I told myself, scratching the side of my head in confusion.
And another weird thing about this deja vu is that it also has a sense of…doom with it, like I was going to die or something…
'I must be tired or something.' I sighed, shaking my head, _'Maybe that dream must have really messed me up more than I thought.' _
Wanting to get out of this funk, I decided to put my attention on something else. The two clowns were still arguing with each other with no signs of stopping. Everyone was growing more and more frustrated by the second. One of the people, a guy right in front of the two that has a suit on, seems to have enough of the two.
'He's going to get violently pushed.' I claimed only to freeze and blink at what I said. 'Wait, wha—'
“Can you guys give it up already! Some people have places to be!" Exclaimed the man in the suit.
“How about you mind your own damn business! This is between me and this bastard who took my seat!"
“It is my business when some jackasses are making me late!" Scorn was written all over the suit man's face, “What are you both, children?! No one has time for this."
“Hey, I'm not-“
“Fuck you, and your time! You and it can piss off and get the hell out of my face!"
The man raised his arms, and as soon as he did, another thought voiced itself inside my head.
_'The push is going to make everyone behind the suited man fall over, causing a chain reaction leading to Daniella being unconscious.' _
And like magic, the aggressive man then proceeded to harshly shove the suited one away from him. The man fell, taking everyone behind him with him like a line of dominoes. It wasn't a long fall since it happened at the front of the bus, but proved to be a dangerous one. The person at the end of the line wasn't paying attention to the whole debacle in front of him and instead on his phone in his left hand. And when it was finally his turn to fall, he panicked and with only his right hand free, he reached out to something to spot his fall.
That thing was unfortunately…the back of Daniella's head.
Because of the momentum of the fall, it had enough force to bash her head onto the steering wheel, rendering her unconscious. With Daniella not being awake, she wasn't able to stop her foot from slamming on the gas. The bus launched forward, pushing everyone who were sitting in their seats and the people who were still standing onto the floor. Screams filled the whole bus but I didn't hear them, my mind was too focused on the realization of what this all is. What's about to happen.
I looked around the bus again but this time, everything was slow. The faces everyone was making were full of horror and fear. Each one of them are panicking, their bodies being thrown around because of the erratic movements of the bus. There were people who were standing at the front trying to get up from the ground and stop the bus but it was difficult with everyone on top of each other. Even if they did make it to the wheel, it would have been pointless, after all, you can't change what already happened to us…what happened to me…
Depressingly, I sighed, slumping my back on the seat and stare listlessly at the semi truck outside my bus window.
What a messed up way of reminding me that I died…
A family of 4 wolves just walked through the doors of the hospital and made their way to the reception desk. In particular, a member of the family, a beautiful middle aged woman, seemed to rush toward the desk faster than the rest of the family. The woman had a gray and white fur pattern where the gray covers all the back, legs, arm, and most of her face, while the white was mainly around her muzzle, chest, and stomach areas. She had a full lock of gray hair that pairs well with her blue eyes.
“Hi, excuse me. We're here for Callum Jones, room 24. Are we allowed to go up and see him?"
“Oh, let me check," the female receptionist types for a couple of seconds on her keyboard before turning back to the woman, “Here he is! Ah, you must be Mrs. Davis then. It says you're ok to go see him, so you're fine."
“Oh good! Thank you, have a nice day." Mrs Davis said while walking away from the desk quickly.
Diana Davis was stressed, that was the only thing she was feeling for the last week now. Her…..the person she was responsible for taking care of was in the hospital for a while now and she was worried sick. 7 days ago, Callum was in a fight with another student after school, a lot of words were being thrown around and everyone knows that Callum had a tongue on him so things escalated fast. The other student had enough and pushed Callum hard and the next thing they knew, blood was flowing out of his head and had to be sent to the emergency room. He had severe head trauma and a few cracks on the side of his head.
Diana let out a sigh in relief though since he was able to make it to the ER in time. The doctors said that if didn't make it on time, Callum would had sustained permanent brain damage so he was lucky. However, after the surgery it was diagnosed that he was in a coma and they didn't know when he would wake up, which made it a miracle that he was able to wake up sooner than expected making everyone happy!
……Well…her and the doctors.
Callum was always a needy kid growing up. He was a miracle child to his biological parents, they've been trying to have a baby for months without any success, but they were finally able to do it. Due to that, they would coddle and spoil him to death. Sooner along the lines, Callum would start to develop negative traits that his parents would be blind to. Entitlement, ungratefulness, judgmental…it was bad. And after his parents died in a car accident, those traits multiplied further and he started developing even more horrible traits.
A lack of motivation but still wanting to have it all. A lack of empathy and compassion towards others. Thinking that the world revolves around them. Using others to get what he wants then leaves them. It went from bad to…just horrendous, and Diana had no idea where it came from.
She didn't think that it was just him being spoiled too much, so she thought his parents weren't good to him. That was impossible though, she was friends with Callum's parents for years, they were really great people to be around. Maybe it was the environment outside of home, but that was also impossible. His parents always try to bring him to the best schools for his education where almost no bullying happens but it was always Callum who started it. So with all of those crossed off, the only possible explanation to his behavior was that he…was just made that way from birth. He was born to be a toxic person and his parents were only feeding the already giant flame. It's no wonder that there aren't a lot of people who like him at all, her family included.
Diana didn't let that stop her from taking care of Callum though. She couldn't ignore her long time friends' child like that.
“D, you should slow down. The kid is not going anywhere." Said a gruff and deep voice behind Diana.
That was Diana's husband Matthew Davis. The first thing that pops inside your mind when you look at him is “hunk". He was also a wolf; most of the fur color on his body is gray, with white hair growing on different parts of his muscled packed body including on the top of his head and on his chin, forming a beard. His red eyes add to the air of intimidation surrounding him.
“You're right, I'm just worked up, is all. The doctors didn't know when he would wake up but they said it was likely going to take months if not years for him to. So I was just surprised when it only took a week at most."
“Yeah…tell me about it…" Muttered a young male voice.
“And I was enjoying the week without him at home, I guess good things don't last long." Retorted another young voice but female this time
Diana couldn't help but notice the distaste in their voices when speaking both of their sentences.
That was her children, Mark and Clare. They are 18 and 16 respectively. Mark had the same fur pattern as Diana, the only stark difference is that the white reaches out more covering some of his arms, legs, and eyes. He has a small tuft of hair on his head and green eyes, he also has a lean body with some muscle on it. Clare took after more from her father, her whole fur was gray and while she has white hair growing from different parts from her. The only things that she took after her mothers was her blue eyes that shine brighter due to her youth.
“Kids…" Diana dropped her voice a bit, scolding the two about their behavior.
“Uuggh, mom do we all have to come? He doesn't need all of us to be here."
“Yes Clare, he's family."
“No he isn't." Gripe Mark.
“Mark!" Diana yelled admonished.
“What? It's what we all think. There's no way someone like him will be family, he's just so, ugh." Said Clare scrunching up her muzzle and gagging.
“Just listen to your mom you two," Matthew cuts in, “You should respect your mother's wishes…even though we all know Callum's terrible."
“Matthew!"
All three members of the family laughed while Diana frowned. However she couldn't help but smile a bit before wiping it off her face.
“Ah, the Davis family. It's nice to see you all again."
The 4 look forward and spot a male ram in a white coat.
“Doctor Miller! It's good to see you too." Said Clare, smiling at the doctor.
“I'm guessing you guys are here to see Callum, is that correct?"
“Yes, we got a call saying that he was finally awake so we came as fast as we could. Is everything alright with him?"
“I don't know yet sadly. I was about to do a checkup on him before you all came but you all came earlier than expected. From what I heard though, it sounds like Callum is doing well!"
Diana let out a sigh of relief, “That's good."
Dr Miller nodded, “Yes it is, but…" The doctor stopped short.
“What's wrong?" Diana furrowed her eyebrows slightly.
Miller sighed, rubbing his head he saids, “Well… if we go by Callum's head injury, it's likely that there will be some… complications with his brain.."
“Complications with his brain? What do you mean?" Concern was filled all over her muzzle. Even her family couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.
“I'm sorry. I really shouldn't be saying this without checking in with him first. Like I said previously, I was going to do a checkup to see his condition before your family came. Now that you're here though, I could have you all join me while I perform his check up, if you want?"
“… Yes, that will be fine for us." Said Diana
“Perfect!" Dr Miller then turns around facing the door on the right. “Follow me then."
With that, the doctor heads towards the room door and opens it, letting himself in. Diana and her family soon follow after him, wanting to truly see what condition Callum is in.