"Shit." I mumbled as I go back to the basement again. I was shaking. Do I really want to do this? Am I supposed to do this? My questions were making me crazy as well. That doesn't help at all. It's just a hair's width away from my finger and the curiosity button.

"Do you really want to do this, you scared dipshit Gerard?" Mikey laughed from behind.

"Oh, fucker! You're back!" I smiled as he moved beside me and held my hand.

"Look, man. If you wanna do something really bad that you're probably going to regret after 2 seconds, make sure you're decided and ready to face the consequences. I mean, does your mind and heart really want to know this but you're scared? Or no? You have to overcome your fear to learn new things." Mikey put his hand on my shoulder.

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Ahhhh. I should've really pushed the button. I can't even think straight right now. I immediately regret listening to Mikey and his shitty sermon. I'm the older one. I should be the one who gets listened, not the one who listens. I feel so frustrated now, I can't feel anything but frustration and my mind is probably all fuckery fuckery fuck, think fucking straight you bitchy bitch ass. You can't blame me for the language. I was born to say those. Speak of bad parents.

"Hey Gerard. You might want to eat dinner. Like.. pastas? You like pastas don't you, right?" I heard Mikey speak behind my locked door. "Heeeeey. Open the fucking door."

"Goddamnit, Mikey. I'm coming in a second. Just tell them to reheat my lasagna." I replied.

"You have no lasagna. It's spaghe--" I cut him off before he can finish.

"Lasagna or spaghetti, I don't fucking care! Just reheat!" I yelled. Then awkward silence follows. It lasted for seconds. Mikey must have left.

"Gerard, is something wrong?" He soft spokely. Oh, he didn't leave.

"No.. Nothing. I'm just.. I'm just fr-frustrated at some shit." I was stuttering. Shit, I am stuttering. At a scale of 1-10 of how frustrated I am, I'm probably 35678434568.

"Yeah, right. Frustrated enough to forget to feed your cat." I can sense he's rolling his eyes behind the door right now.

And yes, I forgot to feed my cat.

I forgot to feed my cat.

"Shit!" I hissed as I immediately unlocked the door and rushing in to one of the cat food cupboards and fed my cat. He could've starved to death. I was just petting his head as he eats but then.. I started to fucking sneeze.

Sneeze. Sneeze. More sneezing. Sneezing until I couldn't even feel my lungs and I can't even breathe anymore. I'm allergic to cats. At one dumb second I forgot I was allergic to cats. Goddamnit. Now I feel my lungs are burning and I totally need an inhaler right now, which can totally help right now.

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"Gerard, have you forgotten you're allergic to cats? You barely made it alive." Mikey said as I felt that I'm breathing.

Wow. I am breathing.

"Did I eat my lasagna?" I asked.

"Spaghetti." Mikey rolled his eyes. "No. The dog ate it."

"Stupid dog." I hissed. "Mikey, I want to go down in the basement. Again."

Long story short, after a shit ton of arguement, here we are down in the basement as Mikey holds my shaking hand which is for your information, near the immaginare button. I cant stop sweating. I can't stop mentally cursing.

"Hey Mikey. If we do this shit, we need to do this together." I look at him.

"Of course, Gerard. Together." He said as we both pushed the button. At first it felt nothing. Like, what the fuckery fuckery fuck, I spent my night being frustrated at shit and this is what I get? I'm fucking mad, bro.

But then, it all suddenly changes when we see a flash of light growing bigger and bigger in every second, until it completely devoured us making me, only see white and I can't even see Mikey anymore. I think I'm blind, shit. How about my cat? Am I not going to see my cat anymore?

"Mikey! Michael James!" I yell as loud as possible, but it felt like I'm alone. I felt like it echoes. But no, it doesn't. Does that mean I'm the only one here? I'm fucking confused.

Then I felt a burning pain in my chest that spreads all over my body. It feels so painful it's like torture to me, but then it all suddenly stopped. Like a fast movement that halts all of a sudden.

Then I fall. My face landed in to the floor, as I stood up, still dizzy from what happened. I couldn't stand straightly on my feet, so I fall again but someone catches me. Mikey.

"Mikey." I said like a drunk man, ready to puke. I was really ready to puke. "What-- Where are we?"

Until I realized I didn't land on a floor. I landed on a building.

Which serves as the floor. I can see the people working through the window where I am standing right now. I look up only to see people flying. I look at my hands and I see a gun. It's not any simple gun. It has something carved on it in fancy scriptwriting.

A gun that wakes people.

"What is this, Mikey?" I asked, holding up the gun.

"It's a gun you can't use on yourself." He said, his eyes glued up.

"Where are we?" I asked again.

"We're not in America anymore, Gerard." He smiled at me, but a sad smile. "We're in a different dimension."

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