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[color=fff200]"God, I need to stop these late night League binges!"[/color]

As Gregory hopped out of bed, his force actually launched him across his bedroom, soon bringing him face first into the floor [i]Woah, why do I feel so light?  Usually I can get out of bed like a normal human being, and not like a failed trapeze artist.  Eh, probably just the sleep deprivation or something.  Guess I can't tell my own strength while tired.  Just another reason to go to sleep at a reasonable time![/i]

Picking himself off the ground, Gregory almost again found himself launched by his own arms.  Okay, something was off.  Giving up on the mystery for now, Gregory began his morning routine.  Since he worked nights, he had nowhere to be, so he could take all the time in the world.  After a nice, long shower, He slipped into a loose pair of jeans and a red v-neck that was just a little too deep.  He decided that the best way to shake off whatever was wrong with him would be a stack of delicious homemade pancakes.  Heading into his apartment's small kitchen, he opened his fridge and found a bowl full of leftover pancake mix behind some beer bottles and a jar of pickles.

[i]Sizzle![/i]

15 fragrant minutes later, Gregory was chowing down on a stack of scrumptious pancakes.  He was on his third when he was interrupted by a mysterious bell-like sound.

[i][color=fff79a]"Ooh-teh!"[/color][/i]

[color=fff200]"Gah! What was that?!"[/color] Looking around in confusion, Gregory took in a view of his kitchen, which looked just as it always had.  Must have just been his imagination.  Focusing his attention back on his meal, he was startled to find, instead of pancakes, a tiny golden man staring up at him.  Startled putting it lightly, considering he almost flipped himself out of his chair.

[color=fff200]"What the hell is that?"[/color]  The little creature smiled at him, at least, the closest thing to a smile it could without a mouth, and began to float towards him.  Looking at it more intently, Gregory noticed that it seemed to lack pupils and arms in addition to its lack of a mouth.  In fact, it looked alarmingly like the Meeps Bard summons in League.

[color=fff200]"Oh, now I get it!  I'm hallucinating about League!  Damn it, Frank must have left some of his 'special' pancake batter at my house again.  Stupid druggie."[/color]

Making peace with the fact that he was hallucinating, Gregory concluded that he wasn't going to get anything productive done while tripping this hard.  I mean, he didn't [i]feel[/i] high, but the hallucinations were a sign something was wrong.  So he couldn't work on any of his music writing, and he definitely couldn't play some league right now.  He decided it would be best to just go back to bed and sleep it off.  Before he headed back, he checked his mail.  Mostly spam, a few bills, but also a small letter addressed to him.  Throwing the other mail to the side to be forgotten, he ripped open the envelope, excited at what could be inside.  He didn't get letters that often.  Apparently he had been invited to a party at the Darkwell City Diner.  He'd seen that place a couple times, but he'd never gone in.  He always got his coffee from the Tea Leaf Cafe.  They were small and charming, plus they had that cute barista.  Guess there's a first time for everything.  Plus, they were giving away a high-end gaming PC, which would help with recording for his music as a plus.  As he finished reading the invitation, Lil' Greg drifting back into his vision, reminding him how badly he needed to sleep.  He headed back to his bed, closed the curtains, and drifted back to sleep.

He'd wake up a few hours later to find Lil' Greg dancing around on his chest.