Colosseum Flipside: World Of Battles, Brawls, and Split Personalities

[Flip Jester Boy]

The sounds of a circus emanate from all around you. Laughter, music, and the murmur of a crowd bombard your senses. Yet, something feels off. Before you can think on the feeling, a strange man approaches you. His pale-white face is perfectly accented by his purple make-up and hair. His black suit, pants, and top hat cover a purple shirt and trim. He speaks, his voice perfectly matching his clown-like appearance.
​

"Welcome to Flipside."

​

 

[Flip Jester Boy]

~Friday, 4:30 PM, Donnie's Repair Shop~


"Crap, I'm gonna be late!" Clark said, hastily biking to his uncle's repair shop. His teacher held his class over at the local community college, rambling on about something involving parallel worlds and alternate dimensions. It was interesting and all, but Clark was desperate to get to his shift on time. After several minutes of biking, he finally arrived at the repair shop. Parking his bike next to the office, Clark got off and entered, wiping the sweat off his forehead. "Sorry I'm late, Uncle Mac! I got held up at class today."


"Clark, there you are!" his uncle said, looking up from his desk. "Come, come, now. We've got work to do!" Clark's uncle grabbed his nephew's jumpsuit and tossed it at Clark. "Hurry up and get changed." Clark did as he was told and proceeded to get started with his shift.


~Friday, 7:00 PM, Donnie's Repair Shop~


At the end of his shift, Clark got changed out of his jumpsuit and placed it on a chair in his uncle's office, being met by his uncle soon after, who seemed to be a bit confused about something. "What's up, Uncle?" Clark asked as he collected his things.


"Oh, nothing, Clark. It's just that one of my workers keeps on rambling on about some alternate world he visits at night."


"Alternate world?"


"Yeah, crazy, right? He's always saying things about fights and powers and all that kind of stuff. If you ask me, I say he's been doing some things at home. Anyway, don't let me hold you up. I've still got some things to do here."


"Huh, fascinating...," Clark mumbled. He left the office and hopped onto his bike, riding off to his apartment complex a few blocks away.


~Friday, 7:10 PM, Clark's Apartment~


Clark arrived at his apartment room, pondering what his uncle told him and what his professor rambled on about. "It's probably just a coincidence," he said to himself, parking his bike on the bike rack next to the parking lot. As he reached the door to his apartment, he found a package on the floor. "What's this?" he muttered, picking up the small package. It had his name on it, but no return address. "Fascinating." Clark entered his apartment, tossing the package onto the table as he went to take a shower.


((Just for reference, this is a suburban city.))

 

[lixAxil]

~Friday, 7:03 PM, 571 Charles Grove South, An old apartment~


“Yeah…”


“Yeah…”


“Yeah…”


“Sorry mom… I’ll try it better next time...”


“Yeah…”


“Bye…”


After a monotonous and repetitive talk, Steven let the phone drop on the nightstand at the right of his bed, consecutively he left his body lazily fell over his bed. A usual quick glance around it, the same cramped ugly room that he could afford to pay.


He was a college student, currently on his fourth year living by himself. Steven came from a family which although wasn’t particularly poor it didn’t had much to brag about. He and his mother were the only members, his father died when he was too young to remember and his….. Is not important. His mother usually called him each week, although missing a few sometimes, to check on his condition, his low grades and particular lack of interest were currently a source of worry for her.


Steven lazily turned his head and took a glance at the small package he had found outside his room before entering and that now rested over a wobbly table he used to eat and study, next to it there was a once shiny pot, now colored by the oils, half filled with cheap noodles and bunch of disordered papers filled with blueprints of structures. Steven studied architecture


Come to think about it


"Congratulations! You've been chosen! Put this in any door when the Sun goes down and turn it. Welcome to Flipside."


What’s that?... some kind of new product? Do they send packages to random people now?


The mid aged lady who owned the apartment wasn’t a bad person, and although he barely talked to her he didn’t had a particular bad relationship with her. Still, whenever a package for someone arrived, the landlord usually kept it in a room and called the addressee so he or she could pick it up. It wasn’t that important but it was weird that she took the bother to pick the package and put it in front of his door, moreover when he was living at the fourth floor and they were currently fixing the elevator.


After returning his head to its initial position, looking at the white ceiling, he closed his eyes for an instant, after a few seconds he opened them and stood up, walked to the table that it was at three steps of distance and took the package. He checked it carefully and with certain doubt, however he simply opened it and found a small golden key.


His eyes widened, the key itself was a strange one. Was it of real gold? It was surely carefully worked… Also, having it on his hands felt…. strange.


What worried him for a second though was…


“Why did they send this to me? Could they have had the wrong direction?”


With the key still on hand he checked the package once again and found no address written on it.


Steven sighed as he sat down on a wood chair playing with the key in hands. He took a glance through the windows, it was already late afternoon and the sun was slowly hiding.


I guess I’ll ask tomorrow… Thought while putting the intricate key in the box once again.


“I have to finish those sketches…” mumbled and readied himself for a night of work.


However the message of the package worried him at the same time that it brought to him a certain sense of excitement.


Put this in any door when the Sun goes down and turn it. Welcome to Flipside.

 

[Swoob]

~Friday, 1:10 PM, School~


Eden sat cross-legged at his stool, attempting to wash off smears of dry paint on his face with his saliva. Yawning, his eyelids hung heavy as he awaited the teacher's instructions for the day's last period.


The young teacher ran a hand through his blonde hair and mustered all the excitement he had left to shout, "Alright, we're a bit ahead of the curriculum and have some extra time, so we're gonna do speed paintings today again." The class lit up with a random assortment of groans and cheers. Eden gazed on, unaffected. "Right, so you may start at 1:15, which means you get 5 minutes to think about what you're going to paint. You have to finish by the end of the period. Tomorrow, we're going to vote on who made the best one. Your theme is... an alternate universe. Go!"


At the end of that resounding word, the atmosphere shifted to one of intense silence, each student staring at the formidable blank canvases in front of them. Eden wandered through his mind, but couldn't seem to grasp an idea that was good enough. Quietly, he thought... and thought. The clock's unrelenting ticking grew louder and louder as he searched more franticly. But, no matter how much he tried, he couldn't think of an idea he enjoyed enough to put brush to paper. Soon, the five minutes were up, the teacher gave the order, and the others' canvases exploded with color. However, Eden's continued to remain painfully blank. Beads of sweat appearing on his neck, he began to panic. He never really enjoyed being labelled as an art prodigy, but now that his reputation was on the line, he was afraid to lose it.


At that moment, an extremely strange feeling overcame him, as if someone else entered his mind. Then, an idea overcame him and he picked up his brush, eyes glazing over. Half-consciously, he struck the canvas with his brush.


~Friday, 2:05 PM, School~


"Alright!" the teacher's voice boomed with more energy than before. "Brushes up! You have no more time!" A long sigh escaped the whole classroom. "Class is over, but wait for the bell before leaving, please."


Immediately, the entire class lifted themselves up from their stools in unison and scurried over to Eden's canvas. A semicircle formed behind him and began commenting feverishly. "Holy shit, that's so good." "How'd you do that in less than an hour?" "The shading and the shape is so perfect!" "Yea, it's really good, but..." "Wait, did he get the teacher's directions?" "How is this an alternate universe?"


Eden remained stupefied on his stool, blinking. When did I do this? In front of him, a strange, clown-like mask smiled mysteriously at him from the canvas in black and white. There was a face behind it, adorning a top hat, in front of a white background. Abstract tendrils of smoke poked around through the painting, reaching out for him in desperation. The image drew an uncomfortable shiver down his back. Eyes moving to the students around him, they fell to silence and looked at him for an explanation. He opened his mouth, unsure of what to say, when suddenly, a voice that wasn't his own rolled forth from his throat.


"It's called Welcome to the game."


An awkward silence passed, neither sides able to understand the words hanging in the air. It seemed like everybody was saved when the final bell rang, and all the students rushed out excitedly to their homes. After a moment's pondering, Eden gathered his belongings and left the room, feeling the painting's presence on his back the whole time.


~Friday, 7:00 PM, Eden's House~


"Honey?" Eden's mom's voice pierced from the bottom floor.


"Yes?" he yelled down the staircase.


"There's a package here for you, but it doesn't say who it's from. Were you expecting anything?"


Eden furrowed his brow in confusion. "No, but can you bring it up please? I'll look at it after I finish doing homework." A series of steps closed in on his room and the door opened. After dropping a tiny box on the floor, his mom shut the door and walked back downstairs. He cast a sideways glance at the package, and expected to look away, but a small note caught his eye. Curious, he rolled his chair over to it and picked it up. Congratulations! the note read. You've been chosen! Put this in any door when the Sun goes down and turn it. Welcome to Flipside.

 

[JackOfHearts]

~Friday, 6:30 PM, Roger's Computer Repair Center~


Jack sighed, checking his watch for what seemed like the fortieth time in a row. He was just waiting for his shift to be over so he could finally go home and get some rest. He looked around, the shop was completely empty, just like usual. Honestly he'd always thought his job was rather easy. Usually only one or two people came in during his shift, and even then it was usually just to pick up their computer or drop it off. He didn't have to deal with many people except his boss, an insufferable jerk who didn't know when to stop talking. He heard his watch start beeping, his shift was over. He quickly grabbed some paper and wrote down a note for the guy who worked the night shift, letting him know that there were two computers that he couldn't figure out how to fix. Jack sprinted out of the repair center, heading home.


~Friday, 7:10 PM, Jack's house~


Jack was lying on his couch, watching some TV for a change. His parents were out of town for the week, meaning that he pretty much had free reign to do whatever he wanted. Just as his favorite show cut to commercial break he heard the doorbell ring. He got up from the couch and walked to the door, unlocking it and flinging it open only to see that there was nobody there. "Huh?" Assuming that someone had rung his doorbell and ran he looked around. Just as he was about to shut the door he saw a small box sitting on his doorstep. He bent over and picked it up, slamming the front door shut and locking it. He walks back to the couch, sitting down and reading the note out loud to himself. Upon completing the note he opened the box, staring at the key. Jack stuffs the key and the note into his pocket. He doubted that anything would happen when he used the key, but he was planning on trying it regardless. For the time being though he returned to his TV show.

 

[Gabauchi]

~Friday, 10:45, Swinny's~


It was the usual crowd, and by that, it was a room full of disinterested people, living their mundane lives, coming in late night for a drink after a shift.


"...and then I said to the man, my ex wife still misses me, but her aim's getting better!"


That one never worked, but Simon


liked to tell it. Tough crowd anyways, battleship wasn't going


to get anywhere. He laughed nervously out loud. Swinny paid him for success, not work. He


couldn't argue, but it'd been a while since he'd gotten paid.


~Friday, 11:01 Pm, Old Apartment, 575 Charles Grove South


He opened the door, and began dragging himself into his apartment. He'd given a pretty good show near the end, and ended up getting paid after all. Suddenly, Simon tripped on a package a little ways in.


He took a closer look. It was a bland, solid-brown little cardboard box, with a note attached. It read:


Congradulations! You've been chosen. Put this in any door when the Run goes down and turn it. Welcome to Flipside!





He opened the box. Inside, was a golden key. Without thinking, he took in out advanced a few steps away from his lackluster apartment and towards the exit. He inserted it into the lock, and twisted it.

 

[Hokori]

~Friday, 6:50 AM, School~


It was only a few minutes before school started, and Jeff found himself spending it the way he usually did it. Surrounded by a group of borderline strangers, he'd gladly consider a friend just to feel a little less lonely. However today he felt... differently. He couldn't help but dwell on how pointless this all was. No one here really cared about him, and they probably wouldn't care if he dropped dead just now. Plenty of people knew his name, but none of them paid attention to much more. Jeff was stuck being everyone's acquaintance and never became true friends with anyone. These melancholy thoughts kept him from adding to the conversation like he usually did, and it wasn't long until his thoughts got more and more irrational. Jeff craved attention and just wanted someone to be there for him and not the other way around. Being nice and charitable's only gotten him so far, and he wondered if there was a better way. "There's got to be a better way to get people to see just how worthwhile I really am" was the last thought he pondered before his friends interrupted him and he had to respond.


"Doesn't that sound awesome Jeff!? A world where we all had a second personality in us?" Serah asked him excitedly. Jeff didn't know the conversation leading up to it, so he simply nodded before saying "yeah, but it could get pretty annoying really fast".


~Friday, 12:30 PM, School~


Jeff let out a sigh as his English teacher once again assigned an essay to be finished before class ended. He really didn't feel like writing that much right now, and he knew Mrs.Summers would just let him finish it at home if he needed to. So instead of doing his work, Jeff put his head down on his table and closed his eyes, thinking about the same topic from earlier today.


"People who do awful things always get to be on the news..." Was the last thought Jeff had before he fell asleep.


..."If any of you see this boy please report it to our tip hotline. He's known for stealing candy from babies, not tipping waiters, and cheating in board games" During his nap Jeff dreamed of a news report involving himself. Apparently he'd gained a bit of infamy for doing a number of petty crimes. In retrospect, it would make a funny story to tell everyone tomorrow.


~Friday, 8:25 PM, Home~


Jeff headed straight home after school and wasted a few hours doing absolutely nothing. He dropped down onto his bed and wanting to avoid the feelings he had earlier he simply started up his computer and went to gaming.


Hours passed before he knew it and soon afterwards his mother went into his room carrying a box.


"This just came for you"


"Weird... I never bought anything"


"Yeah I know... well anyway hopefully it's not a bomb"


Jeff gave his mom a small chuckle before she dropped the package beside him and left the room. Jeff quickly read the instructions on the front of the box before tearing it open like a kid on Christmas. He was immediately disappointed that it was just some weird key that seemed to be part of some cosplay set... or something. Still Jeff spent a few minutes looking at it. It was very well crafted and seemed like it was actually worth something."Maybe this is real gold and I just hit the jackpot?" Jeff asked himself as he twirled it around in his hand.


He figured the key was tied to some anime or video game he never heard of and tried googling it, but never found anything. He pondered why he got the thing for a few minutes before finally deciding to just try and follow the instructions. He walked to his door, shoved the key in, and turned it.

 

[Lonely Star]

OOC: I didn't know we had started rping!!! Also, can I make my character older? She doesn't seem like an 18 year old. I'm thinking more like 20 or 21.


IC:


Friday, 11:00am, Home


'Crap!'


Lillian thought, checking her clock drowsily.


"Please be waiting, Please be waiting!"


She said, jumping up.


She was supposed to have a skype call with an interviewer an hour ago. Lillian was ready to cry, or punch her clock. Either way, she had missed a job opportunity because her alarm didn't go off. She got on skype as fast as she could. She messaged the interviewer to see if they were still there. She wasn't going to get the job, she knew it.


Friday, 12:00 pm


The interviewer hadn't responded, but Lillian was still staring expectantly at her skype screen. Lillian was starving. She had missed breakfast, and now it was lunch time. She stood up, still staring, then turned to her messy kitchen. She groaned. She had a nice productive day planned out, and everything fell apart because she had slept in. Lillian got a cup of coffee and a bowl of cereal, breakfast for lunch.


Friday, 12:30 pm


After eating, Lillian went downstairs to get the mail. She had a box, with a note, and no return address. She also found a letter from one of the companies she had applied for. She rushed back to her apartment to open the letter. She quickly disregarded the box. And opened the letter. She was rejected. She angrily threw the letter away and sat down at her computer to work on her newest game.


Friday 7:00 pm


Lillian leaned back and smiled at her pre-alpha game. There wasn't much to do, especially since she didn't have anyone to help her test it, but it wasn't going badly. She stood up and checked the time.


'7:00 already?'


Lillian thought


.


She was walking to her kitchen to get food, when she noticed the box.


'Oh yeah.'


She read the note on the top, 'Congratulations! You've been chosen! Put this in any door when the Sun goes down and turn it. Welcome to Flipside.'





Lillian read the note several times before opening the box. She had never heard of "Flipside" before. She looked inside and saw a key. She went straight to her bedroom door and stuck the key in. The note had said any door. She turned the key.

 

[JackOfHearts]

~Friday, 11:45, Jack's House~


Jack diverted his attention away from the television for a moment to check the time and was rather alarmed to find that he'd stayed up much later then he'd meant to. He turned off the television, suddenly remembering the key in his pocket. He pulled out the note and the key, reading over the note once more before walking to his front door. He'd stayed up this late already, a couple more seconds couldn't hurt much. He sighed, thinking to himself that most likely nothing would happen. Still, in spite of his doubt he inserted the key into the lock of his front door. It fit perfectly. He sighs, turning the key.

 

[Flip Jester Boy]

((Gonna do a little bunnying here if you don't mind...))


@Lonely Star


Upon turning the key, Lilian immediately blacked out.


~Friday Night, Flipside, Time Unknown~


Lilian opened her eyes, realizing that she wasn't in her bedroom anymore. She was standing in the middle of a street of a dusk-lit town with no idea where she was. All around her were people she's never seen before, when suddenly a man with a face painted like a clown immediately appeared in front of her with a wide grin on his face, saying after a moment, "Welcome to Flipside!"


~Friday Night, Clark's Apartment, 7:30 PM~


After eating a small dinner, Clark went back to examining the package on the table. Opening it, he let a small golden key with an "F" engraved on it fall out along with a note. "Huh, fascinating," he said to himself as he looked back and forth between the note and the key. "After sundown, eh?" Clark looked at the clock. It was well past sunset. With his curious self, he got up and went to his bedroom door, letting out a small "Fascinating" as he saw it fit the keyhole. "Alright, moment of truth." Clark turned the key, immediately blacking out after.

 

[Lonely Star]

@Flip Jester Boy[/URL] Why did you jump in and control my character? You could have just told me what was to be done at that point.))

 

[Amerikia1126]

~Friday, 3:33PM, Sam's house~


Sam had just pulled out a batch of hot cupcakes out of the oven and set them on the counter to cool. The fan in the kitchen was blowing full blast in an attempt to get rid of the smell of baking goods. Her parents weren't home yet and they wouldn't be until sometime around 6:00. So this gave her about.. 3 hours of free roam? They'd kill her if they caught her anywhere near the stove because, apparently, "Children shouldn't be baking! No matter how old they are!" Then they'd go ahead and be hypocrites, eating whatever she just cooked.


Not this time, though! This time she would have the kitchen all clear before they came home. She would hide the evidence in her room and would be watching Netflix by the time they came home. A foolproof plan! In fact she even- Sam jumped at the sound of the doorbell ringing. Then she heard the soft thump of the mail person leaving something on the doorstep. Remembering her mom's lecture about "tripping hazards" she went to open the door and found a package.


Strange, the mail usually came around noon in her neighborhood. Was this package on express or something? The package had no labels though... was it a bomb!? She hurriedly dropped it on the ground and heard the sound of something bouncing around inside the box. Well... whatever it was it wasn't a bomb. But now it was probably broken? Maybe? It didn't hurt to check.


Sam brought the package inside and opened it up, revealing a note and a key. This key looked expensive; which either meant her parents were up to something, or she'd just "won a free car". Well...- a timer went off in the kitchen. The cupcakes had cooled! Time to frost them! She hurriedly placed the key and note in her back pocket, with the intent to check it later.


~Friday, 8:42PM, Sam's house~


Sam paused the show on Netflix that she'd been bingeing on. She was in the middle of an episode of Doctor Who, rewatching the series for the third? time now. To be fair, it was probably a waste of time, but... she could always do homework later, right? She noticed that it was very dark in the room. Apparently the sun had set. Shame, she was going to go online, but now her dad was probably hogging the computer in the living room to "catch up on sports". What sport? Drinking or betting? At least her mom was slightly better, "reading" in the bathroom.


She sighed, out of her whole family she was probably the most.. normal. If that was the word that could be used. She stood up, about to turn on the lights when something clattered out of her pocket and onto the floor. What could it- Oh! The key! Riiiight... She scrambled for the key on the floor for a few moments before remembering she could find it easier with the lights on.


She went back to her previous task of turning on the lights, and rubbed her eyes for a second, adjusting to the sudden bright light in the room. Sam glanced at the key on the floor, which seemed to be drawing her closer. Well, she wasn't about to argue with strange key logic. She picked it off the floor, and as a second thought, the note too. The note read: "Congratulations! You've been chosen! Put this in any door when the Sun goes down and turn it. Welcome to Flipside."


Flipside? Was it a club? Or maybe a cult? Only one way to find out. She walked over to the bathroom door, placing the key in the lock. Her mom would probably think she was a lunatic for walking in on her but.. the key. Must know what key does. She took in a deep breath... and turned the key.

 

[Lonely Star]

((I'm gonna pick up where I left off. Tavora speaks in RED, and Lillian speaks in GREEN.))


Friday night, Flipside.


Lillian opened her eyes to the world of fipside. She had gotten one greeting, a "Welcome to flipside." She smiled.


"Thank you. I'm gonna love it here!"


The grin disappeared off of Lillian's face.


"Who are you? And why are you here?"


Anger spread across her face.


"Uh. I'm... You can call me.... Sally."


"Sally?"


"No. Don't call me Sally. Call me... Aviana? No. Tavora? No.... Yeah why not? Tavora it is."


"Ok. Tavora, why are you here?"


"Because this is Flipside! You're gonna need SOME way of fighting. Look, we can work together! Just let me handle everything."


A joyous grin replaced the scowl, as Tavora and Lillian struggled to gain full control.


"Everything? I'm not sure I can let you. I don't know you. I can't trust you."


Tavora rolled her eyes.





"Don't worry. If you let me handle it, you won't get hurt."


Lillian still had questions, but she let Tavora take some of the control.





"Thank you Lillian. We're gonna have fun here in Flipside."

 

[Gabauchi]

~11:02 Pm, Friday, Flipside~


He hit hard and he hit fast. Simon felt his pulse racing, but it quickly slowed to a healthy rate. Much healthier than his normal. He brushed his hair backwards, or, backwards and upwards. The motion was casual, but it wasn't his. In fact he had no control over his own body. Something inside him grinned.


'Welcome to flip side. I'll be pulling


the strings from here.'





The man grinned externally.





'Just sit back and let me handle things from here on out. Call me Hark, by the way.'





Hark's words were thick and deep, yet abrasive to the ear. It would send a shiver down the spine of anyone who had control of theirs. And he was strong too, as much as Simon resisted, he couldn't retain control of even his hands or even his eyelids. Hark was the dominant soul. In fact, it was a horrible thing to be in the same body as Hark. Hark somehow just let this eerie wave run over Simon, the main force keeping him from taking back his body. Plus, he was strange. He was constantly sniffing the air, taking in the scent of wood and of humans. Thus caused his body to tingle, which Simon could feel all too well. Simon was disoriented, and extremely regretful of using his key.

 

[Yesman]

=Friday, 6:00 pm, Alex's apartment=


Alex was beat as he walked up the stairs to his second floor apartment. He had spent the entire day running around for his gang, collecting protection money and loan payments. He pulled out a wad of Benjamin Franklin out of his jacket pocket. The pay was good and he had some sort of family with the other gang members but he found his life very, well, dull. Wake up, listen to who had not paid what, go to said person and take what was due, come back home tired, repeat.


Reaching for his keys, Alex saw a small box with a note in front of his apartment door.


Written on note: Congratulations! You've been chosen! Put this in any door when the Sun goes down and turn it. Welcome to Flipside.


"The heck? Flipside?" wondered the confused man aloud.


He shook the box before opening it, found a peculiar golden key. To tired to wonder what it was, Alex pocketed the key and note and entered his apartment to rest.


=Friday, 7:45 pm, inside Alex's apartment=


Alex stared at the key as he laid in bed before looking at his bed room door. The sun was setting now, he had nothing better to do, why not? It wasn't like there was anybody around to stare at him turning a stupid key.


He got up and made his way to the door. Taking a deep breath, he put the golden key into the key hole and turned it.


((For the sake of not creating any paradoxes, @Flip Jester Boy , if you don't mind,please place Alex into flipside for me))

 

[Flip Jester Boy]

~Friday Night, Flipside~


When Clark awoke, he was completely disoriented. He had no idea where he was, only knowing he wasn't in his room anymore. "Well, fascinating," he said to himself. Clark turned around, only to find a grinning clown standing behind him, startling him and causing to stumble backwards.


"Welcome to Flipside!" the clown exclaimed. "You seem to be the second newcomer to arrive. No matter! It all comes down your entertainment! Now, go off and explore!" The clown tipped his hat and vanished as suddenly as he appeared.


"Flipside? This must be the place Uncle's employee was talking about..." Clark said to himself, picking himself up from the ground. "Fascinating." Clark began to explore for a little bit. Flipside didn't look any different from any other town. As he walked, he felt someone collide with him from behind, bumping him forward. "Hey!" He turned around, finding that it was a girl who bumped into him.


((@Lonely Star))

 

[Happy Red Mage]

Friday 4:59PM


Freyalise woke up from her desk that she was sleeping on. Normally it was unlike her to fall asleep on the job but she was up all night doing things, librarian things, like sorting books that were left behind, checking book orders, double checking book orders, checking shelves for misplaced or missing books, dusting said shelves and much more. Sometimes, being the only librarian was very hard work. She sat up and stretched herself straight before finally noticing something. Next to where her head was a few moments ago was a box with a note.


"Congratulations? I've been chosen? Put this in any door when the Sun goes down and turn it? Flipside?" She muttered loudly as she quickly looked around the empty library. "Who could've put this? Hello?!" She called out to the silence. She put the note down and opened the box. She pulled out a weird golden key. She held it against the light. "Maybe someone forgot this..." She muttered as she placed the key in her pocket and moved to close the library.


Friday 9:30


Freyalise Rithis Blackwood held the key up to her room's light, her eyes shone with great curiousity. "Any door and turn huh?" She mumbled. She looked at her clock before setting an alarm and standing up. "Might as well..." She said as she approached her room's door and put the key in. "Here goes...nothing." She mumbled as she turned it.


Friday Night, Flipside


When she came to she looked around in confusion. "W-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-where the hell am I?!" She exclaimed in shock. What else could be the appropriate reaction to a sudden dimensional dislocation.

 

[Lonely Star]

~Friday Night, Flipside~


Tavora gave a sweet grin when she looked up at the man.


"Isn't this place great?"


She tried to shove away the thoughts of Lillian who was trying to say a few words.


'Stop it!'


'You said I could have full power!'


'I never said full power.'


With that Lillian looked up at the man and glared.


"Watch where you're going."

 

[Flip Jester Boy]

~Friday Night, Flipside~


"Um, I'm sorry?" Clark responded to the girl. She was the one who bumped into him. Before he was about to say anything else, there was a bell sound coming from speakers installed onto the lamp posts scattered about this so-called "Flipside." A familiar voice came out of the speakers. It was the clown's. "Greetings, everyone, on this wonderful day in Flipside! This is your host Ringo speaking! To those popping in now, there will be a fight starting in a few minutes between two veterans, Vorus and Sweets! Will the two announced fighters make their way to the staging area of the Arena? As for everyone else, make sure to get a good seat, because this fight will be an exciting one!" The PA system clicked out as Clark noticed people started walking towards what looked like a big top near what seemed to be the center of the town. Fight? What kind of fight? he thought to himself. "Well, no use standing here, now, huh? How about we see what this fascinating time is about, miss...?" His voice trailed off as he started walking toward the big top which he assumed to be the arena.

 

[Lonely Star]

Friday Night, Flipside


Lillian hadn't heard Clark speak to her as she walked away. She looked around when the clown spoke through the speakers.


'A fight?'


'That's right. The ones I told you about. You're going to need my help once we get into one.'


'Well for now, keep quiet. I'm in charge, I'm not fighting anyone.'


Lillian chose a seat in the arena that was in one of the center rows. She looked around to see if other people were coming in.

 

[lixAxil]

~Friday 11:24 PM, ???? ~


Steven sighed…. For someone on his current situation one would had expected him to be screaming in terror or despair but he just sighed. The strange person in front of him just smiled, a kind but devilish smile…. A child’s smile, also a so familiar smile that made him feel sick.


Was someone in front of him?.... Did it even have a form to begin with? He shaked his head.


It wasn't there, it was all in his own head, though for a second he believe he could see her face


“So… can I at least have a hint of what this Flipside thing is about?”


Steven was never a believer of magic or fantasy, he was a clear skeptic person, and however he gave up those thoughts as soon as a door magically carried him to another place. It was something that science couldn’t explain so it had to be… unnatural…


The female voice inside his head cheerfully said. “You heard the clown, this is the flipside, and what else do you want to know?”


Steven sighed again. “How about, why am I here, why was I chosen for this… thing, who is that clown, who are you?”


The voice inside his head replied.


“Let’s see…. You’re here because you used the key, you were chosen ‘cause you were given the key, the clown is the boss around here… I think… And I’m…. I…. hadn’t decided a name, pick one yourself will ya?”


“Sasha.” Replied Steven immediately and after that his face grew slightly shocked….


Why did I chose that name?....


“Yeaaah that’s fine I’m Sasha. I’ll be the key to our success!!! You can trust me Steven!”


Steven cocked his head to no one wondering what "Sasha" meant by success.


Out of curiosity he tried the key on his own door only to find himself suddenly in another place, something unreal. When he heard the voice of the clown behind him he almost jump out of the fear, however he quickly adapted to the idea that this wasn’t something he could understand and that fear wouldn’t help him. Then a voice revealed inside his head, he was shocked as it revealed itself with a so loud and horrible scream that it made him faint.


Looking around with curiosity and confused at the same time Steven walked around the place. Sasha smiled in front of him... or more likely he thought she pictured the voice doing it. For an unknown reason he could imagine precisely what kind of form could she have.


“Oh boy! This is gonna become the funniest hell ever!!!” Claimed the voice as soon as the clown announced the incoming fight

 

[JackOfHearts]

~Friday Night, Flipside~


Jack wakes up with a quiet groan, feeling like he'd just gone on the Tilt-A Whirl one too many times at the carnival. He looked around him, unsure of his current location. One thing was for certain though, he wasn't at his house anymore. Almost immediately after the disorientation started to fade slightly he was struck by the cacophony of chaotic noise. This was one of the reasons why he usually kept his phone on him at all times, to drown out noise. Unfortunately he had left his phone on the couch, a mistake he was quickly beginning to regret.

 

[Swoob]

~Friday Night, 10:21 PM, Eden's House~


Eden peered through the crack in the door, making sure nobody was around, before shutting it discreetly and picking up the tiny box. Tearing off the note excitedly, he opened the box and revealed a brilliant golden key. It gleamed surreally in the average-lit room, engraved with elegant swirls that seemed to spin and churn in place. An unusual electricity seemed to emanate from it, and when Eden gingerly took it in his hand, he felt his adrenaline soar. Impulsively, he hurried over to his door and dashed down the stairs, anxious to see the truth behind this mysterious gift. He stopped at his front door, jammed the key in, and twisted it with ease. Immediately after turning it, the energy in his fingers began draining, sucked by the key. His eyelids drooped over lazily and he fell, swallowed by a warm darkness.


~Friday Night, Flipside, Time Unknown~


With a start, Eden's mind jumped into action. He made a motion to stand before stumbling and awkwardly realizing he had already been on his feet. Eyes wild, he scanned the area. He was in the middle of a street in an unfamiliar town with only the light of dusk to orient himself. A mass of strange people stood around him. His feet stood rooted to the ground in fear, and he began sweating and shaking softly. Faintly, panic seeped quietly into his stomach before a powerful pang of emotions hit him and almost knocked him over physically. Eyes widening, he thought frantically, Where am I?


"Greetings, everyone, on this wonderful day in Flipside!" a strange voice rang out from all directions. Eden listened intently to the voice, finding the distraction a momentary comfort. "This is your host Ringo speaking! To those popping in now, there will be a fight starting in a few minutes between two veterans, Vorus and Sweets! Will the two announced fighters make their way to the staging area of the Arena? As for everyone else, make sure to get a good seat, because this fight will be an exciting one!"


Huh? What? Fighting? What's going on? Millions of unanswered questions flashed in his mind. Around him, the masses began shifting down the street and the noise of conversation rose up and drowned his thoughts. In his perpetual confusion, Eden was pushed along by the thick crowd and found his feed moving them. Twisting his head every which way, he caught sight of a colossal top-like figure that everyone was walking towards. Are we going there? he asked silently as he continued dragging his feet with everyone else towards the wild structure.

 

[Lonely Star]

Friday Night, Flipside


'I want to go back home. I didn't get to eat dinner.'


'Stop whining! You were chosen. You belong here.'


'To be killed? What's going to happen in these fights?'


'You won't get killed. I'll be helping you. If you let me.'


Lillian scowled as more people shuffled into the Arena.


'How many times do I have to tell you that I'm here to help?'


'You'll have to prove to me that you are a friend.'


'How can I prove anything when you aren't giving me a single chance?'


Lillian didn't answer. She was done talking to Tavora.


'Fine. I'm more powerful than you. I just wanted to be nice, but I can't stay locked away this entire time. You aren't even going to enjoy yourself.'


Tavora smiled triumphantly and examined the crowd coming in.

 

[Happy Red Mage]

Flipside, Time Unknown


"Greetings, everyone, on this wonderful day in Flipside! This is your host Ringo speaking! To those popping in now, there will be a fight starting in a few minutes between two veterans, Vorus and Sweets! Will the two announced fighters make their way to the staging area of the Arena? As for everyone else, make sure to get a good seat, because this fight will be an exciting one!" Freyalise quickly looked around. "A fight? W-what's going on?" She asked herself as she joined the crowd and followed them to, hopefully, the so called 'Arena'.


'To live and survive, in chaos you must thrive.' A voice whispered in her head.


Freya paused for a moment and looked around wildly. "What was that?" She whispered to herself. Suddenly she noticed that she was getting left behind by the crowd and quickly picked up her pace. She then finally got a good look at the Arena. 'It's a top.' She thought to herself


'No matter the war, no matter the fight, keep in mind, might makes right.'


'Hello?'


'...'


'If there's anyone there, tell me now please?'


'Prisma,I am called by every, this game of death you must be wary.'


'Death?!'


'...'