The Donburi Bowl
Bambalam
Tom steps into the shower one morning, preparing for the long week ahead. It was only Monday, and Tom wasn’t exactly looking forward to school that day. Luckily, or, rather not, for him, he wouldn’t have to go today. He’d soon find out why.
As he stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist, ready to go to his room and get dressed, he happened to glance out the window. Everything looked oddly... quiet. No cars. And the street looked dirty, as if it had been a long time since someone had driven over it.
He opened the door, and... the entire front of his house was completely blown away. He looked across the street, at another house, having shared a similar fate. He saw some sort of four legged creature walk behind it, out of view.
Tom slammed the door shut and began to panic. He picked up his phone and messaged his old friend from New York, asking her, “are you ok? Something weird is going on.” Ok, that was a mild understatement, but... yknow. As soon as he hit send, he glanced up at the wall, noticing a message written in blood. It said “PHONE A FRIEND.”
He grabbed his clothes that he had slept in, in a crumpled heap on the floor, and put them on. He went to touch the blood, wondering if it was paint, or fake, or... something.
As soon as he hit it, his house disappeared. He disappeared. He was flying through space at incredible speeds. Then...
He appeared in front of a familiar face. His friend, from New York.
“Sophia?”
“Tom?!”
And we’ll continue from there! Please PM me if you’re interested
As he stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist, ready to go to his room and get dressed, he happened to glance out the window. Everything looked oddly... quiet. No cars. And the street looked dirty, as if it had been a long time since someone had driven over it.
He opened the door, and... the entire front of his house was completely blown away. He looked across the street, at another house, having shared a similar fate. He saw some sort of four legged creature walk behind it, out of view.
Tom slammed the door shut and began to panic. He picked up his phone and messaged his old friend from New York, asking her, “are you ok? Something weird is going on.” Ok, that was a mild understatement, but... yknow. As soon as he hit send, he glanced up at the wall, noticing a message written in blood. It said “PHONE A FRIEND.”
He grabbed his clothes that he had slept in, in a crumpled heap on the floor, and put them on. He went to touch the blood, wondering if it was paint, or fake, or... something.
As soon as he hit it, his house disappeared. He disappeared. He was flying through space at incredible speeds. Then...
He appeared in front of a familiar face. His friend, from New York.
“Sophia?”
“Tom?!”
And we’ll continue from there! Please PM me if you’re interested
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