“Yin! Yin! Please don’t take my brother away from me!,” screamed the voice of a girl,” while two men in robes began dragging what seemed to be me, away. I didn’t understand what was going on, but something about it felt familiar. This terrifying feeling, that I didn’t understand. I would soon come to realize exactly what it was.
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“Ah..Too bright,” said Terry, shielding his eyes from the unusually bright sunlight beaming through the window he could have sworn, he covered last night before going to bed. As his eyes began adjusting to the harsh light, and his vision began coming clear, he realized multiple things that were different, that it instantly woke him out of his morning daze, and filled it with panic.

The first was the very hand he used to shield his eyes. They're two things wrong with it. The first was the color. Terry was African American and his hand didn’t show it. “Why’s my hand white!? Why is my hand-” as he was about to express his reaction to the second reason, he noticed that his second reason effected everything else around him. 

He Immediately ignoring his hand and began looking at his surroundings. The problem was that not only was his room completely different. The colors and overall look of the room looked extremely unrealistic. So much that it looked like something out of an Anime.

Terry was very familiar with Anime. He was a huge fan. He loved almost everything about it, but never did he expect in a million years, that he’d see it in first person. It filled his heart with excitement, but with the excitement came fear. How did he even get here? The last thing he remembered was getting ready for bed early because he wasn’t feeling well, and he had final exams the next day. He thought getting an extra rest would fix him up. Then he had that strange dream.

He began thinking on the dream that felt like reality. The sensation of intense emotion and physical touch was terrifying in every way. The thought shook him up a bit for some odd reason. He attempted to shake them away, aggressively shaking his head. In the process of the action, he noticed another issue. He reached back pulling in front his line of sight, what appeared to be bright silver hair. He took a good look at it for a minute, then finally responded out loud. “Silver Hair!? Is this my hai-,” but before he could finish, he stopped, realizing that not only did he have long shoulder length hair, he had a different voice tone as well. 

It was a slightly deeper voice than his actual one, and the tone was different as well. He slowly got out of bed, cautious of anything and everything around him. The room that he was in, besides the anime coloring, looked like, what seemed to be a studio apartment. He noticed 3 doors. 1 he noticed as an entrance and exit door, one possibly being the closet door and another that could be the bathroom door, which was his true aim. While walking towards the door, he focused on his senses. The feeling from the smell of the air to the feeling of the floor while his bear feet landed after each step, felt no different than his reality. The only thing that was off was the coloring and what seemed to be anime-like art in everything he looked at, without the outlines.

He finally reached the door that he guessed was the bathroom. He opened it, seeing his guess was correct. He briefly took in the site, then located the mirror above the sink. He got into position in front of it to get a better look at what he’d become.