The world felt like a dream. Like a place underwater, dark and weightless and pressing in on all sides. Warm and without strength, without light.
Their hands passed with the slightest brush in the dark, and everything began to awaken.
He awoke to the sound of silence.
That was the only way he could really describe it. Like the world was muffled, without even the shift of his shoulders or the noise of his breath registering. He could feel it–the bed creaking under his hands, the unfamiliar shift of weight in his body–but he couldn’t HEAR it. To his ears, the world was a desolate and echoless void.
And of all the things he couldn’t handle, he couldn’t handle THAT the worst.
Hearing had nothing to do with balance and yet there he was, stumbling around as if drunk. Hands that felt strangely soft flew out and steadied themselves on furniture he’d never seen before. Between the lack of sound and lack of familiarity, things were so foreign that he stood a very real chance of just being flat out overwhelmed into immobility.
As of approaching the room’s mirror, that chance just became an immediately looming reality.
“…..UH.”
Swimming, drowning, they felt overwhelmed by a sensation long thought gone. Pressure, pressure, warmth. A light?
Where were they? Their hand brushed against something before-
A hand smacked onto the phone to turn off the loud alarm, tired eyes looking at the screen for the time before closing again. She absently wondered if she had gone to sleep with her headset on again. Making the well-practiced motion to take them off, and she started drifting again.
Then she shot up in the bed, dread sinking in her stomach and promptly slipping on the blanket and falling straight out of bed with a thud.
A muffled swear before she pushed herself back up on her hands, sitting on the floor and staring at said hands. These weren’t… her hands. She immediately looked up and saw a familiar closet, a little sign hanging above it, everything was familiar.
But it wasn’t her room.
She stumbled to her feet, trying to get to the nearest mirror and thanking every god out there that Teddie wasn’t home, nor parents.
When she got to the mirror in the bathroom, her eyes went wide and she nearly screamed.
This was not her face.
This was not her body.
She could actually hear without her headset.
Wait. She froze. If she was in this body…
Then was he in hers?! Oh shit-
She launched herself back into his room, diving for his phone and immediately shooting off a text to her phone, hands shaking as she wrote out the texts to her own contact.
[text: Beccaroon] so um
[text: Beccaroon] hello?
[text: Beccaroon] if you see these, please text back
[text: Beccaroon] if you can find a headset, put it on immediately, trust me on this
Now all she could do was get her ass in some actual clothes and run over to her place. Where did he keep his sweatpants again?
Girl’s house? Alone? While her mother was working?
He was a dead man. Laws of Murphy dictated, like a solemn decree, that he was buttered, crunchy toast. Someone would come in and think he was DOING something, and by the end of the day he’d have a hospital bill.
…That was gonna have to be the price paid probably. Cause he had a feeling he was not getting out of this…whatever it was. “Uh–hot coca’s fine, I guess.” He hoped it didn’t sound ungrateful, but he didn’t think this was going to last nearly as long as she was making it out to. A deep sigh, and scrubbing at the back of his hair. “Really, though, it’s not anything. I mean I dunno, this multivers business has me guessing about all kinds of things being signs of something hijinks related incoming, but I mean, nothing is solidly a problem you know? It’s not a big deal, I mean that.”
“Alright, lemme get my keys.”
She carefully let go of his wrist while her other hand searched her pocket for her keys. Then she went to the door and unlocked it, thwacking it with her knee to get it open. It stuck sometimes when it was getting a little chilly out.
“I’ll get the hot cocoa ready in a little bit.”
When she heard what he said after that though, she looked at him in concern.
“It might not be a problem now, but it’s better to talk more about it before it actually becomes one, ‘Suke. Go sit your butt down in the living room and relax a bit. I’ll have this done and I’ll sit down t’listen.”
Back in the Game 
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