Damn Mondays. I hate Mondays. My alarm clock was broken and it would wake me up 3 hours early. You'd think I would get it fixed but I'm a lazy prick. Plus it's nice to get an early start. And by that I mean I can play some really shit dub step to piss off the neighbors. Don't get me wrong, I hate most dub step. But it's always fun to watch the neighbors run out of their house shouting death threats.

As I sat up, I decided against pissing off my neighbors and instead I found my way from my bedroom to the bathroom downstairs. I may have a big house, but every now and then I can't help to feel like it's too empty. As I got into the bathroom I strode across the room to take a shower for work was in six hours.

Well, apparently my shower hates me, because I spent five minutes in it and got out to be greeted with a wet floor. I slipped and landed on my ass, sliding around. It was fun for a while but it made me realize I would have to call a damn plumber to fix the leak. That and I felt like a five year old child.

I was far from five. In fact, I would be twenty seven in a month and a half. I really needed more of a social life. I have friends, but most of my time is preoccupied with landscaping work. It's hard and tiring but the pay makes up for it. Sure it wasn't great and gas for the equipment took a chunk out of my savings. It was enough, however to get by and live with some luxuries.

As I walked downstairs after getting changed, I heard the distinct voice of Cartman saying 'I do what I want!'. I may be twenty six, but I'm still partially a teen at heart. I walked through to the living room and picked up my phone. My friend James was calling. "This early? Ugh..." I said aloud.

I answered the phone. "Yo Trevor what up?" James said in a very nonchalant tone. "What do you want, It's..." I checked the time," three-twenty seven." I said, a little annoyed.

"Yo I'm havin' a party at my place on Thursday, you in?" He asked.

"One. You called me this early for a party? What the Fuck!" I said, a little more annoyed this time.

"Ehh... sorry?" He said, not remotely sounding sorry.

"Yeah whatever. And Two, Thursday I have five accounts to do. I can't go Cause I'll be sleeping."

"Alright, whatever. Call you later... prick."

"Cyaa asshole."

And with that the call was over. I put my phone on the stand thing (twenty six and I still don't know that thing's name. huh.) and went to go get some breakfast. Monday was an easy day, which is why I start it at nine o'clock. I only have two accounts and then I'm done. Thing is, something always goes wrong on my Monday accounts. Whether it be irrigation problems or the dogs the owners well, own bite me, something goes awry.

***3 Hours later, Celestia's Study***
"Sister, you're fretting over nothing." Luna said, watching her sister's frantic studying.
"Luna, you know the prophecy. Great disaster could be on the way in just a few weeks." Celestia said in a slightly worried tone.
"That prophecy is nothing but folk lore meant to scare children. Seriously, you're almost as bad as Twilight."
"Luna. It is imperative that we prepare for the worst. Just trust me."
"But... *sigh* fine..."
"No can you please leave me to my studies, dear sister?"

***5 hours later, Truck Ride to Trevor's next account***
Well, I was right. Something did go wrong. The dog missed my leg and bit through my mower bag. Even when I'm mowing, they can't keep their dog under control. I'm surprised the dog came anywhere near me considering most dogs register machines their size making loud noises to be scary. Then again, 'Princess' as the dog is called is probably half retarded, considering she jumped through the second story window just to pounce on me.

Well, I'm just glad that's over. Just one more to go and I should be good for the rest of the day. Maybe I could go get pizza, or plot against that dog and drown it or something. Either way, here I am.

As I got out to unload the equipment, I saw but one thing before hearing all of my bones break and feeling pain so immense, that even if you got ripped apart from the inside, this would look like a luxury. That last thing I saw was my friend James, drinking Coors Light and texting with one foot out the window.

And with that, everything started to fade. Reminds me of MW2's ending. I was half expecting captain Price to walk up and load me in a heli. As everything started to get fuzzy and I could no longer see I muttered some incomprehensible words that had to do with James being the biggest motherfucking asshole on my shit list.

***Unknown place, Unknown time***

Floating. Floating in a dark abyss. So this is what the inside of my soul looks like. Huh.

"This isn't your soul. This is limbo." an unknown voice said.

"Dafuq?" I couldn't comprehend what was going on. I mean I died a little while ago, heard a voice, and now I know I'm in limbo. dammit.

"I am sure you have many questions. They will be answered in time. But for now I have a task for you."

"I hope its not a fetch quest. Those are annoying."

"All I need you to do is live a second life."

"That's it?" I raise one eyebrow.

"Well... I kinda need you to maybe reform an entire evil race in a different universe and then bring balance to that world."

"Fuck n-"

"Yes?OkGoodLuckgottagobye!"

And with that the voice was gone and I could once again feel everything getting fuzzy. Like I said...

I Hate Mondays.

Author's Note

I got bored. so yeah. also, this was my inspiration

Now that I think of it, that has nothing to do with this story. Its still awesome though.