Click, click, and more clicking as Greg continued to browse the internet. He knew he didn't have much time before he had to go back to work. "Man work is dull," said Greg as he realized it was time for him to go. Grabbing everything he needed for work, he left for his boring journey to work. On the way he felt his phone vibrate but didn't pay it any mind. "It must me nothing," he said as he finally made it to work. After clocking in he took a quick look at his messages before getting started. He had one message from something that said "calling". "I don't remember putting that in my contacts," he said as he proceeded to delete the message.

He didn't like answering or looking at messages that he didn't recognize. Later in the night on his break he decided to look through his phone again and saw that he had another message. It was a message from "calling" again. "What the hell is this person or this number? I've never seen something like this before. I know I shouldn't but," thought Greg as he pressed the ok button to take a look at his new message. The message was as strange as his messenger's number.

"Will you accept the calling?" read the message. "What the hell is this? Must be a troll," said Greg still curious about who sent this message. He decided to send a "who's this?" message before his break ended. On his way back to his department his head became a little fuzzy as he received another message from his anonymous messenger. Just like before the number was "Calling". As he pressed the ok button his head got fuzzy again. "What is going on?" said Greg as he read the message which was the exact same message he received before. "Screw it said Greg as he turned off his phone and continued work for the rest of the night.

Taylor was laying around on her bed, as usual, checking her social media sites and jamming out to the music blaring through her earphones. Today was a typical day for her. Wake up. Decide to skip school. Lay around all day until mom says she is on her way home. Clean last minute. Lay around some more. Call her boyfriend. She didn't really live that exciting of a life style and this was routine for her.

She sighed, uploading one more selfie to Instagram before she decided that she was going to go ahead and take her shower so she get a head start on curling her hair. The water was warm and she nearly had to talk her self into getting out. Curling her hair didn't take long either. Once she decided that she was done making herself look decent, she laid down for bed. She was right about to doze off when her phone lit up. She groaned and grabbed her phone, unlocking it and sleepily read the message. The sender was from somebody named "Calling" but her tired mind didn't seem to process that she didn't have anyone in her contacts named that. "Will you accept the calling?" She read the message out loud before smirking and tossing it back down. "I'll accept the calling to go to sleep." She whispered to herself as she turned over to go to sleep.

Charles woke up, he looked at his watch, 5:30am, 'time to get ready for school'. There's a note on the bathroom door, going to work early, love mom he takes a shower, eats breakfast, basic morning routine. He checks his pockets, 'got my phone'. As he walks down his half-mile road to the bus, his phone goes off. "What the junk?" he looks at his phone, 'Calling'. Huh. He answers his phone; "Jell-o?" he says "Will you accept the calling?" "Who is this?" "Will you accept the calling?" the girls voice repeats. "Yeah, sure, why the heck not?" the other line hangs up. "Hello? Hell-o?" He puts the phone away. "Bitch..." Then he continues his day as normal, forgetting he had even had that call.

Daniel has played his favorite MMORPG for more than six years now, he claimed the highest rank in the among all the other players, which he is quite proud of. However, you can imagine due to that, his social life is rather... poor. "AAAaaand take that!" he yelled as his character delivered the final blow with his impressing high-level sword to the dungeon Boss. "Wheew another round done~" Daniel muttered, it had been the 56th time he defeated him, the last boss of the current Add-on.

Finally Daniel decided to take a look at the time, it was 4 o'clock am and he had to go to school the next day. "..Hmpf.. What-ever, won't miss much I guess if I won't go to school tomorrow. It bores me out anyway, way more fun staying at home playing video games and watchin Anime~" he told himself as he looked at the screen again. His character already left the Dungeon area, but something was odd. In the middle of the screen, a message popped up 'Will you accept the calling?'. Daniel thought for a moment until he wrote his response, thinking it was a player who needed help or was looking for a mate for a dungeon rush.

'I will gladly accept your request. Se great me is going to assist you my dear friend, on your mission, I shall fight with you, side by side! Having our enemies trumbling in fear! Now thou shall...
ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ raise your dongers! ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ'.

Instead of receiving a response, the message window immediately closed in front of his eyes. "Huh? What was that?.. well, whatever!" It was kinda strange but Daniel didn't really care, he had been long enough on the internet to get used to weird things. Then he got tired and yawned as he thought "I should go to bed now, won't be big deal if I skip classes tomorrow, for now I just wanna sleep...". Daniel turned off his Computer, quickly changed clothes to his pyjama and hopping into his bed while yelling "Off you go to bed!". It didn't take long and Daniel fell asleep deeply...

Anne woke up suddenly to her alarm clock, showing she was late for school by the time. "Crap! I didn't set it right last night..." she mumbled before rushing around to do her daily routine of getting ready for school. Bathe, brush her hair, get dressed, dry it off, all of that stuff. She grabbed a piece of toast before rushing on her way to school. Nothing interesting happens at her own house, since she lives alone. School was her 'get-away' from the world, at least to her. Most people would much rather stay at home than go.

She could just about see the entrance to the school now, her having ran all the way. She was out of breath, so she rested near a oak tree. That was around the time that her phone vibrated, meaning she had got a text. "Huh?", she mumbled before flipping out her phone and seeing the text labelled 'Calling'. She pondered on if she should open the text, before being called in by a teacher on patrol. She quickly read the message and sent a reply saying 'Sure.' before seeing the text delete. 'Did I press delete by accident?' she wondered before closing her phone and rushing inside the school.

"Okay now what's this?"
Mike looked puzzled of what kind of message popped in his smart phone, just when he was in the middle of his game, he decided to read it with an annoyed look.
'Will you accept the calling'
"Oh yeah i will...the calling to delete this....seriouslly, go spam elsewhere." just as he was about to delete the message, his vision got blurred and he got a little dizzy, but it was brief, when he got back to normal, the message wasn't there anymore.
"Weird...meh, maybe i deleted it...oh well." Instead of going back to his game, Mike saw that he was arriving at school, once the bus stopped, he checked if he hasn't forgotten anything.
"Alright, everything is here, time for another day at school" he said with a smirk while getting out of the bus.

Kito was still in bed. Of course he had gotten sick today. Why wouldn't he? That was just the way his luck worked, wasn't it? He sighed, running a hand through his wavy brown hair, which was actually a huge mess at the time since he had just been sleeping. He sat up long enough to take it out of its hair tie and pull it back to tie it up again, but had to lie down again as his headache flared up. As he rolled over to try to go back to sleep, he heard his phone go off on the table next to his bed.
Yeah, I know that you wanna be Canadian please...
He listened to the ringtone for a moment before he pulled the cell off the table and answered the call, not even bothering to check the ID on the screen. "Hello? This is Kito."
"Will you accept the calling?"
Kito froze for a moment at the sound of the girl's voice making that odd request. That was unexpected. "Um... Calling? Sorry, who is this again?"
Before he could hear the voice respond, he was interrupted by a huge sneeze. When he turned back to the phone, the call had ended. He wasn't sure if he had accidently hit a button or if the caller had realized that she had the wrong number, but he figured it wouldn't matter too much. Sniffling, he placed the phone back on the table and reached for a tissue. After blowing his nose and tossing the tissue in the wastebasket conveniently nearby, he finally rolled over and went to sleep.

"It was a long night but it's finally over," thought Greg as he started his truck and made his way back home. He completely forgot about the crazy message that was sent to him about 9 hours ago, he was too tired to care. After he made it home he took care of all his homely tasks and went straight to bed. He felt like he didn't sleep for days. Something about that night felt off. It was like something was trying to steal his soul. Greg began laughing in his head at the random thought. "Yeah right," he said in his head as he drifted off to dreamland.

Explosions, people being killed, more explosions, and other weird thing that couldn't be explain was going on in this dream. Like any dream Greg didn't have full awareness of what was going on in his dreams, but this one was different. It was almost like it was real. Greg look in the direction of a boy and a little girl running away from the flames of destruction that kept spreading. The girl seemed to have an injured leg, so the boy had to carry her.

After making it out of the city the boy gently sat his sister on the side of a tree. "Big brother...why did you stop? Mom told us to get out of here," said the girl. "I'm going back! I gotta help her! You're safe now. Don't worry about me. You'll make it out ok. Say strong sis," said the boy slightly glancing over at his now crying sister before taking off into the chaotic city.

"What the hell is going on here?" wondered Greg not believing how real this dream looked, not even believing he could see it so clearly. He looked in the direction of the still crying girl, wanting to help but for some reason couldn't move. He then looked in the direction of where the boy took off and couldn't believe he went back. Before he knew it he had teleported to where the boy he had seen before was headed, but all he saw was the boy laying on the ground bleeding. Some men in weird clothing took the boy away in a huge vehicle and took off.

"Dammit, wake up! Wake up! Fuck, wake up!!!" yelled Greg trying to wake up from his realistic-like dream. A small figure appeared in front of him. It looked half his height which was about 5"11. It was completely rapped in rags from head to toe. He could make out who or what it was and didn't know what this thing was going to do with him and he couldn't run so he's fate was in its hands.

"Will you accept the calling?" it asked in a child-like voice. "What?" wondered Greg not knowing what it was talking about. "Will you accept the calling?" it asked again. "Whatever, yes, just let me wake up already. I don't want to be here anymore!" yelled Greg as everything became a blur and blacked out.

As Charles was laying in bed he remembered the call from that morning, he looked through his previous call list, but 'calling' wasn't there. 'Curious' he thought to himself, but he wrote it off in his mind , the he turned on a podcasts from his tablet, and proceeded to go to sleep.

Fire, a smoldering building, many corpses lined the streets. As Charles looked around he saw the smoldering building, was a church. "Where am I?" he asked to himself. The voice that spoke wasn't his but that didn't register that it wasn't. He looked in his hand and saw he was holding a gun covered in blood, he wanted to drop it but his hand wouldn't let him. He then heard a voice from coming one of the piles of bodies, "Our lord and savior, blessed by thy name." He was able to move towards the voice though his movements were rigged, "Our lord and savior, blessed by thy name." the voice repeated. As he had gotten closer the voice had gotten louder, as he moved closer the voice had gotten louder and louder, until he saw it was a little girl, she then quite, and Charles saw the life drain out of the young girls face. He then felt a presence be find him, it was a small figure, "Will you except the calling" the familiar voice said, "What the fuck is happening..." he replied. "Will you except the calling." the voice repeated, "Yes, I accept the calling." The figure then disappeared, and a troop of soldiers come from an ally and turn to look at Charles, but it appears that, they do not seem him as if he were a ghost then his vision blurs and he blacks out.

Daniel slowly opened his eyes finding himself floating in the void, everything was white. "... Am I dreaming?..." he thought, it had to be, there would be no other explanation or would it? However, peculiarly he felt secure and comfortable, "Welcome, hero..." a female voice said "Who are you?.. Where am I?.." Daniel repeated. "You are about to enter a new World and fulfill your destiny, but in order to do that, you will have to abandon everything from your former life... We need you, hero!... Will you accept the call?" the female voice asked and Daniel started to think, would he able to leave everything behind? Although he hadn't a bad life, he still thought it was a dream, what would happen? So his answer was a clear "Yes...", hoping he could wake up from this weird dream. As he said his answer sudenly everything went black...

(couldn't really think of anything else and I wanted to try making a different post so it wont be all the same ^^' I hope it's ok though)

Kito happily ate the doughnut, smiling at it's warmth and sweetness. As soon as he finished, he jumped out of his tree and glided around a bit before settling on top of a large rock spire, just taking in the beautiful, colorful scenery. Yeah, he was dreaming, and it was glorious. He turned around and noticed that there was actually a flat surface now on the other side of the spire, and when he looked back, it had become more of platform than a spire. Shrugging, he started walking to the other side of the platform, which apparently had a lake of some sort. As soon as he approached the lake, he could hear a voice whisper. He looked around for the source, but found nothing and returned his gaze to the lake.
"Will you accept the calling?"
He whipped around to see some sort of figure behind him. He knew he would never be able to describe it in detail if he was awake, but it wasn't much of a problem inside of a dream. He tilted his head to the side, somehow not really scared by its sudden appearance. "Um... Sure?"
No! Bad! Why had he said that? He should at least ask the details before agreeing.
"O-oh, wait! I want to know what I'm getting into first," he quickly added, hoping that it wasn't too late to find out and decide more clearly. The figure just smiled. "It's okay. You'll be fine." It pointed to the lake behind him and, like he always told himself not to do but did anyways, he looked.
He felt something suddenly push him and he fell in the lake. He struggled to face the surface when all the water disappeared, leaving him to drop on a hard surface. Pushing himself off the ground, he wiped the damp hair out of his face and tried to get his bearings. He was in some sort of empty room, with only a single window letting in dim light. The sound of a door opening behind him reached his ears, but before he could turn around, he was grabbed and his eyes were covered. He felt himself being dragged down a set of stairs and through a few doors before being thrown in the back of some sort of vehicle, likely a van or a truck or something. He hit the floor with a thump and groaned as he rubbed the back of his head and sat up. The vehicle had started moving, but there were no windows to tell him where he was going. He tried to see if there was a way out, but eventually decided that even if he could get the door open, jumping out would probably kill him at this speed. Slumping against the wall, he closed his eyes and let the darkness swallow him.

Taylor suddenly found herself walking around the outside of a place that seemed...familiar. "This is a dream. I've had this before." She whispered as she took in the old, decrepit mansion that stood tall before her. It looked liked it was barely able to stand and the grey light of the moon made the place look even more eerie than it's unsettling appearance. The dead grass crunched beneath her feet as she walked towards the entrance. She knew exactly what she would find when she opened the old wooden door but she still pressed on. "Anyone there?" She asked quietly as she stepped inside and was greeted by the familiar,moldy black and white linoleum floor and the grimey, Victorian style bathtub in the center of the room accompanied by the creepy classical music playing faintly in the background. As usual it was filled with dingy water that looked like it had been sitting for years but inside it was something she hadn't seen before and it made her stomach turn. She stared at the faceless figure that sat calmly inside the tub.

"Will you accept the calling?" It asked. Even though it had no eyes she could feel it staring at her as she stood there almost in some sort of trance.

"....I...I will..." Taylor said, not breaking the "eye contact" she had been holding with the...woman? She thought it was a woman at least. It sounded like one. As soon as the words came out of her mouth she blinked and it was gone. "What the fuck..." She questioned, staring around the room. She decided to finish her dream like normal and head up the grungy, velvet stairs that led to grand piano upstairs. As usual in this dream she played River Flows in You and would continue to play that until the dream ended and everything was surrounded in blackness.

Greg awakened in a room that didn't look familiar in many different ways. At first it wasn't apparent at first because he wasn't wide awake but I didn't take long for him to realize how different his situation was. "What..the..hell is this," said Greg feeling a little panicked. This room spelled different in so many different ways. First off the layout was completely different than his room and the most noticeable change was an instant one. Everything looked like something out of an anime. It wasn't just the room, it was more than that. The colors, the atmosphere, everything spelled anime. Greg was a huge anime fan was he knew what a anime style bedroom looked like.

"What the hell is-," he said cutting himself off noticing another change that he didn't notice in the beginning. His voice was different. Greg originally has a deep voice but his voice was slightly higher and sounded completely different. He thought he may still be dreaming so he did what anyone would do in this situation, he pinched himself hard. Not only did he feel the pain, but he took another look around. This feeling he felt was the same as anything else, it felt real. Just by looking at what he saw now, most would think it was fake. It wasn't.

Greg was a little panicky, but because of his laid back nature he was able to stay a little calm. He was in bed, sitting up, with the blanket still covering his lower half. He didn't want to get completely out of bed thinking that he could mysteriously return to his world if he stay put but ended that plan after he noticed another change after turning his head slightly.

Something black ran down his shoulder and stopped at his breast. He grabbed some of it realizing what it was instantly. "Is this a wig?" he wondered looking around noticing a mirror above a dresser. He got out of the bed and walked to the mirror. Everything he touched from the bed to his feet touching the floor felt real. When he made it to the mirror he didn't recognize who was on the other side.

Charles opens his eyes 'what the hell was that about' he thinks to himself. Then he realizes that he isn't looking at his ceiling he puts a hand in front of his face. "No way..." he sits up he looks around "no way..." he goes to the closest mirror. "No fucking way!" The he realizes his voice is different "YES! Am I voiced by Chris Sabat?" He then looks down "I'm not fat... I'M NOT FAT" he examines himself "This is the best the best god damn day in my life." When he examines himself in the mirror he sees that he has short sliver hair 'kinda Bieber-ish' he also notices he has golden irises. "Wait a minute..." he rips his flannel shirt open, "fuck yeah!" He touches his abs ' I'm finally thin... what do I wear in this world' he then thinks as he quickly moves towards his dresser.

Daniel almost jumped out of the bed as he woke up, breathing heavily he thought "Wow, now that was a really weird dream I got ther-". Before he could finish his sentence he noticed something awkward, the room he was in looked different, somehow it looked like... an Anime!? Something strange was going on for sure, he thought, but he didn't yet noticed the biggest change of all. "W-What is going on here?" he muttered as he noticed that his voice also changed, it sounded kind of, like a girls voice. A little bit scared about what he thought might happened he stood up and slowly looked down his body. He just discovered that he had breasts, not believing what he saw he went to the mirror. As he looked in the mirror, it wasn't his former self he saw there, but he saw a young Girl like one out of his Animes he used to watch sometimes, in the mirror. Daniel couldn't believe it, it can't be it can't! he told himself, but it seemed like it was true. He ended up in a world where everything looked like in an Anime and he just swapped Gender.

(#Achievement get: Boobiiies!)

Dream

Anne appeared to be in a long, abandoned corridor. The windows to her left were broken and shattered, shards of glass on the floor as wind found it's way in. It was night, so as she got used to the lighting, she saw what seemed to be people's corpses scattered along the pathway. She looked down at her hands, seeing a glinting knife and dried up blood that covrred the weapon and her hands. Anne smirked, taking a few steps forward befire seeing a standing figure on the other side of the corridor. "What do you want?" She asked the silhouette, a childish smirk on her face that was hidden by the night. "Will you accept the calling?" The voice replied. Anne stood there for a while, before dropping her weapon and sighing. "I suppose this would continue if I said no, so, with that theory in mind, I accept." She stated. Soon after that, she was met with a sudden darkness, then her blacking out.

The Room

Anne awoke to find herself in a bedroom. She sluggishly sat up, checking over her surroundings. It looked like your average bedroom, exept from the fact it looked a lot similar to the Anime she used to watch at night, alone in her room. "Wait, what happened to...!" She questioned, becore realising the pitch of her voice has changed to a much deeper one. Her voice originally was deep for a girl, but not as deep as this. She went over to the nearby mirror to check herself over.

"No way..." she mumbled, noticing she no longer had her long, brown hair or her green eyes. She had red eyes and a shade between white and purple for her short, spiked hair. It was covering her left eye, which she always wanted, so that wasn't a problem. The biggest change, however, is the worrying fact she had just swapped genders. She noticed there was a blue doll sitting on the bedside table, so she picked it up gently. "Huh, wonder what your name is..." she mumbled, noticing soon that she was still quite slender, even for a boy. She shrugged it off, staring once more into the mirror, still not quite getging what has just happened to her.

James had a looonnnngggg day. He fucking hated school. 3 tests, 2 quizzes, and a fuckin essay. And on top of that, he got some random-ass phone call where some woman had asked "Will you answer the calling?" and, as a joke, he'd replied "Fuck yes," before she hung up, and he just turned off his phone. He even went to bed early so he wouldn't have to deal with anymore assholes. But, then the usual dream happened. It was always the same one, but this time there was a slight change. He started off in the forest again, as usual, but this time, as he entered the forest, there was a woman standing in the middle of the path, and he stopped as he saw her. And, when she asked him, "Will you answer the calling?" he said, "Yeah, sure. Whatever." But, then she disappeared, so he just shrugged and kept walking, before he felt something hard like a rock hit him in the back of the head and knock him down, as the dream ended and slowly faded into darkness as he was dragged away.

Mike was looking through the window of the bus, the sky was cloudy, thunders roared, the bus felt like it was falling apart.
He decided to look away from the window, but, the frightening view made him scream, the bus was full of Skelettons that were supposed to be people, he has never felt so many fear in his life, suddenlly, the bus stopped and the door opened, Mike rushed to the door, only to something push him, it was a hooded figure, Mike couldn't see his face, only glowing yellow eyes. "Did you...do this to them?" Mike, not knowing he was still able to talk, asked, but the figure stood silent, Mike took a look at the drivers seat, it was empty.
Suddenly he felt something touch his shoulder, he felt the urge to scream, but a voice inside his head told him to calm down, which he did. Suddely, the hood from the man that stood in his front fell, the person had the same face as Mike, which surprised him even more. Then, the boy took out a sword and pointed at Mike. "It would be wise if you got away from him." he said, but then, a feminine voice spoke from behind Mike. "Will you accept the calling?" Mike, somehow sensing that he would be more safe if he confimed said the words. "Yes, i accept." Then the 'Mike' in front of him delivered a slash at who was supposed to be behind the true Mike. "Tch...Missed..."

And then, Mike woke up from his Horrible Dream...

The sunlight streaming through the crack in the curtains by his bed woke Kito from his world of slumber. Shifting a bit, he slightly opened his eyes and just lay there for a minute. He felt pretty good, actually, much better than when he had fallen asleep. He was pretty sure he had been sick before, at least. He shrugged, whatever. It was still a good nap. He stretched a bit and let out a huge yawn before noticing more of his surroundings. Something was off about this room. Was it even his bedroom? He sat up and took a good look, letting out a huge gasp.

His room...was beautiful! He hopped up and stared at everything. Whether this was actually his room or not, the style was pretty cool looking, like something straight out of the anime he watched so often. He looked back at the bed, at the dresser, at the walls and the ceiling. He opened one of the curtains and looked outside. It was amazing! If he was wrong and this was actually just another dream, it was one of the best he'd ever had. As exciting as the room was, though, there was an entire outside to check out as well, so he ran off to the bathroom to get ready.

...A couple of short minutes later, a very embarrassingly high-pitched scream erupted from said bathroom.

In The Ward

Davin woke up feeling about the same as usual since being admitted to the hospital: Shitty. He'd been caught in a traffic accident yesterday, luckily nobody sustained serious or fatal injuries, but Davin had gotten the worst of it. Besides his left arm, right wrist, and right foot being broken, he was mostly concerned about the fact that he'd be out for a couple of days, and wouldn't be able to help his grandpa out at the store for a while. Sighing a bit as he slouched forward a bit on his bed, he felt a sharp pain in his wrist and slowly reclined back again, wincing with nearly every motion. He sat there blankly staring at the ceiling for about an hour before he heard footsteps coming down the hall, and hearing the door click open as his little brother walked in by himself. His mood brightened up quite a bit as he propped himself up enough to not hurt before saying: "Hey Tommy, everything alright at home?" His brother seemed a bit sad, probably because he had a bad record with hospitals, but eventually he looked Davin in the eye and said: "Everything's fine, mom and dad are downstairs, trying to see when you're getting out. They should be up in a bit...oh! And this lady told me to give this to you...said it was important or something."

As Tom placed the envelope on Davin's lap, some urge in him made him want to open it right away, but he decided that'd be best after seeing his parents. Placing it behind his pillow, he waited with Tom for them to get there. The visit was short, but it was nice to see that they cared at least, he'd convinced Tom to help their grandpa out at the store if he could, and asked his parents to pick up any school work he'd missed...better to catch up while he could. Almost immediately after they left the room, he reached behind his pillow for the envelope, the small, white paper sleeve held only a small folded note. Opening it, he only found the words "Do you accept the Calling?" written on it. Sighing a bit at getting excited over the pathetic message, he tossed it in the trash bin beside his bed, after which he conked out.

The Chase

A forest? No, more like...a sea of black masses that looked like trees were all he could see. He saw some small figure...he couldn't make out any features, there was no color, no definition, no depth to anything, it was as if it were just a black silhouette running along the equally dark backdrop. The only thing he noticed about the figure was that it was very small, almost like a child, and...there was something red blotting its mouth. Blood? Maybe. Whatever the case, the small figure continued to run, long hair flowing behind it. Looking back...somehow...he could make out more figures, more human-like than the trees, yet seemingly more...menacing. They were brandishing things that vaguely resembled weapons...were they after the small figure? He wanted to help it run, to get away, what did the little thing do to deserve them chasing it? Maybe it had something to with the blood...but it was all just a dream, right? Eventually the child tripped, and the figures came upon it quickly. Before they could swing once with their weapons, the background faded to white and all the figures excluding the child were wiped away, black smoke remained where they stood as he heard the child cry.

And then... what looked like a group of robed figures appeared...one extended a hand to the crying child and then...it all faded to white. He was standing alone in the forest where the child had ran, there were now red footsteps lining the ground. He followed them briefly before coming upon what looked like... a small girl. She extended her hand out to Davin before saying: "Do you accept the calling?". Davin, honestly wanting to wake up from whatever sort of nightmare this was, simply nodded and took her hand and then...he opened his eyes.

The Unfamiliar Room

Davin awoke in a much better mood than usual, his bed felt softer than ever...in fact it felt a hell of a lot warmer and more comfortable compared to the hospital bed...wait a second. He wasn't in the hospital at all... Quickly darting upwards from sleeping, his vision was met with rather long, unkempt blonde hair blocking his sight. He scratched his head in disbelief as he found the longer part of the blonde hair brushing past the back of his neck as he scratched. It wasn't just that he wasn't in the hospital, he didn't seem to be anywhere he recalled...the room seemed rather gloomy, dark wooden furniture lining the walls, a dresser at the front staring back at him as he rose from the bed. Darting over to the mirror, he realized two things. One: his injuries were either completely healed, or were never there to begin with. Two: He wasn't himself anymore. His normal short-cut brown was replaced by some pretty long, yet extremely straight blonde hair. His green eyes were now much larger than before, and were a deep shade of crimson. Also he was either a girl, or a DAMN pretty man now.

Fully convinced that he had to be dreaming, he tried pinching his cheek and pulling on it, but nope, still here. Of course, what really caught his eye was what was behind his mouth, where his canines where, where NORMAL, canines were, there were two much larger, much smaller fang-like teeth sticking out. His eyes widened as he saw them retract into his mouth again, at least he seemed to have control over them.