I jumped upright from my otherwise peaceful slumber, as the noise blasted throughout the hotel room. Quickly, my eyes dart around the room taking rapid glances at everything. It wasn't until I heard a yawn, and some movement did I relax a little. There he was across the room, my little brother.

Inigo, who judging by his relaxed look, unknowingly just told me he brought an alarm clock that makes ticking bomb sounds. I knew he had brought a DS or something, but he never told me that he brought a alarm clock as well. He stared at me for a few seconds, taking in my expression, before his lips then curled up into a wide impish grin.

"Morning bro, forgot to tell you I was going to bomb the place, didn't I?”

He then reached underneath the nightstand between our beds, and pulled out the source of the noise. The DS itself. I looked at it with a thousand yard stare, if only for a few moments, before facepalming and dragging it on my face, which tugged at my bottom eyelids.

"Goddammit Inigo, when will you stop throwing pranks at me already?" I whined. At this point, his resistance broke and fell down laughing. "It's like you get turned on by this!"

"Sorry, but I *snort* don't have either of those fetishes bro." He managed to utter through his laughter. He's 5"11 in height, and is 18, the youngest of the family. He has auburn hair, with hazel green eyes, one of which when looked at closely, has a vein underneath it. He was somewhat buff, no doubt due to the fact he took dance classes alongside me at 8. He never ceased to confound me, and tries to make me laugh. He is also very knowledgeable about some parts of the internet, due to the fact he surfs the internet as his past time.

Of course Inigo didn't ignore his studies, but he would always learn of some interesting concepts. He once told me of some group called... errr what was it again? Supersede or something? I'll ask him about it later, but the concept is somebody grabs some sort of enchanted item/costume, through any means that don't break reality's laws, and transport them in another dimension. Like WoW, or Diablo. They also become a particular character that the item is resembling. For instance, a murlock.

I myself, am 25, and am the oldest. My name's Aaron Wintermeyer. I'm two inches taller than him, and already out of college. I wasn't terribly interested in video games, as I never saw them as Inigo described them, "Interactive, more realistic feeling stories". I just saw them as a means, to live out the weird fantasies some gamers have. By weird, I of course mean the kind of enjoyment they get from blowing stuff up, and having town guardsmen fight flying trains, as well as werewolves, and zombies, all whilst fighting alongside a bear with a lute. I was just more focused on the actuality of stuff, college, and making a living.

"Oh quit your crap already Inigo!" I said with some irritation, already making my way to the shower. "Otherwise I'll leave you here to laugh, as I am not going to skip the first day of RTX." That I meant well on, and he knew it as he pushed himself up, still giggling all the way as he got his own clothes ready.

We have both been working on getting our own tickets to RTX, ever since the first time we went. I personally just found it fun to mingle with outside communities, and talk about the things Rooster Teeth made. I had first gotten interested, after he begged me once to drive him to RTX back in 2015, since our parents were going to be out of town for two weeks. He had gotten tickets for the two of us, and said it'd be fun.

The problem? We lived in California, and it was at least a two day drive. Sure we could've taken the plane, but neither of us liked the idea of flying in one of those. So after half of the day before they left being spent getting egged on to heading towards RTX, I naturally agreed, just to get him to shut up about it. That, and I heard they were letting people try out the Vive.

I took a quick shower, seeing that neither of us have all the time in the world. We had a mile-long walk to go through, after all. After I had finished scrubbing up, wrapped the towel around my waist, and swapped places with Inigo. I opened up my bag and got some briefs on, unwrapping the towel on my waist once completed. I was about to get the rest of my clothes on when I realized something.

The cosplay tryouts are today.

I had paused for a second. Did I bring the outfit? I searched the bag again, and I did indeed pack the uniform. The first warlock armor you get in Destiny and the respective titan version for my brother. Though it was going to look a bit silly, since titans are supposed to be bigger than the other subclasses. However, one crucial component was forgotten, at least for me since he has his already.

Fucking kill me now all gods or deities out there, it'd be nice if you could. I had accidentally left my ghost at the previous hotel. My bro spent 2 weeks trying to make doubles of at least somewhat of a replica of the actual thing.

Wait, did he even bring his? I re-checked the bag. No ghosts at all. I sighed and got in the costume. Might as well wear these anyways.

I stood up, and began to make my way to the bathroom door when a knock had interrupted my thought process on how to break this to him. I instead went over to the door, and found a rather unsettling man standing there. He wore a hoodie that was blocking a full view of his face and had his hands in the pockets of the hoodie.

"Excuse me, but are these two items yours?" As he pulled out his hands, I saw he had a couple of ghosts on them. I stared dumbfounded at my luck for a few seconds.

"Uhhh, yeah those are me and my bro's missing ghosts! How'd you find them?"

"I heard that a couple of adolescents were talking about heading to a convention, and one of the staff found these peculiar items." He said nonchalantly. "So I decided to be a good Samaritan and bring them back to their owner. Took me a bit to convince the guy who found them to let me return the goods." A hard to believe story, but I didn't care. Now shit ain't going to hit the fan.

"Well thanks for helping! I suppose you'd need a bit of money to compensate the trip, so lemme jus-" He held a hand up.

"No, your gratitude is good enough payment," he said. "Besides, I am here to conduct my own business, and it's where you wish to be... interacting, with the Rooster Teeth community. After all, I don't sell stolen goods."

"...I don't really know what to say, other than the Earth needs more people like you," I said, gobsmacked. "If there's any way I can assist in the future, please let me know." Honestly, I never expected this. Either must be my lucky day, or something bigger is going on here. At this point it doesn't matter. I have what I needed through pure luck.

I said my goodbyes and closed the door. Moving as fast as possible, I stuffed the ghost inside the bag and closed the door just in the nick of time. He walked out of the shower not suspecting a thing. He eyed me curiously. Did he hear the conversation?

"So who was at the door?" The confusion in his tone confirmed what I was thinking.

"Ah, just a nice friend of a friend. He's heading to the convention too, but he stopped by first to tell me where to head to, if we plan on traveling as a group."

"Sounds nice." he said as he got the titan gear on. He made a grab for his ghost when he was half-dressed, and froze for a second.

"Did you screw with them?" He eyed me suspiciously. I put on my best poker face, hoping to get out of this. Did he give us fakes?

"Uhhh no? Maybe you're just realizing how much they weigh." I said, putting on a confused voice. He inspected the ghost closely, looking for any differences.

"Hmmmm, the miniature flight systems are still there and able... is indeed the same... I guess you're right? Though it's rather strange..." Shrugging the confusion off, he put the ghost in his pocket. I picked up mine, and felt exactly what he meant. They were almost as heavy as they're supposed to be, but according to him everything is still there... just what did that guy do to these things?

Once we arrived to the dining room, I sat two plates at an unoccupied table. Fortunately, people were still getting ready for the morning, so the machines stayed relatively unoccupied. It only took me a few minutes of waiting to get my waffles in, and I quickly sat down as I placed the waffles on the plates, with a couple packets of syrup to pour them on.

We talked on about the shows Rooster Teeth had, him telling me his favorite gimmicks in the shows, talking about how RWBY and its comedy spin off are actually connected, save for a few clips here and there. He suddenly ended the conversation with a 'Race ya!', and took off. I sat there for a couple seconds before chuckling, and took off after him. It was only a short while that I overtook him, and began our 1 mile race towards the convention.

I panted heavily as my diaphragm worked furiously to obtain oxygen. I've run a mile before, but I had never done it sprinting, and definitely not when it was so unbearably humid. I had slowed into a medium paced jog, allowing him to catch up, and attempt to take me over with a slightly faster jog. He was about a few yards away from me, and I just had to hold out a little bit longer before he surrendered.

"STOP!" I heard him yell. Which I gladly did, by unceremoniously falling onto the ground. I turned over to see him panting heavily, unable to continue further. He slumped against a nearby wall, trying to catch his breath.

"If you're gonna ask, yes we're heading the right way." I paused for a moment to catch another breath. "RTX is straight ahead from the hotel door."

"Oh... well besides that, did you notice something was off with the ghosts? They feel way lighter than they should..."

"Ah,so my fellow skeleton brother has finally grown muscles?"

"Har har, you try staying in shape during college."

"You ever done taxes on your own, whilst taking care of your business? Do the stretching brother, it helps keep in shape."

"Whatever," He said as we pulled ourselves up to standing position. "How far are we anyways?"

"Approximately 195 yards before you stopped my internal counting, which equates to a total of-"

"English please."

"Not so far."

"Well then, let's just walk the rest of the way there." And thus, we walked the way there. We were sweating like pigs, so it wasn't going to matter anyways. "Since you were ahead of me at the time, you got the win."

"I keep this up,I'll be faster than Sonic the Hedgehog." He chuckled at that a bit.

"Doubt it."

We were in the middle of the convention, looking at the widescreen where Rooster Teeth were showing off the Outlast 2 demo. A guy dressed as Solaire was currently up there manning the movement, whilst Geoff did the looking. About halfway into it, they had entered a school and started wandering around. As they were entering one of the hallways, they encountered a little girl, who screamed and ran down the hallway. They peeked down the right side to see the girl being pulled into the ceiling by a mass of tentacles. The crowd was on the edge of their seats, but me and my bro were used to this sort of stuff, having played a ton of horror games and going into horror houses.

Then somebody killed the mood.

"GO DOWN THE HALLWAY!" I heard someone shout out. "I WANNA SEE THE HENTAI!"

I heard a few spit-takes, and looked towards the source of the noise. A teenager with a lobster shirt was smiling an impish grin as he continued urging the two to do so. While it was obvious that this stuff wouldn't be in the game, I saw a few glares go his way. The teenager, however, didn't appear to be bothered by this.

"COME ON NOW, IT WON'T BE THAT FREAKY!"

I had to giggle a bit at the situation. A teenager, who quite obviously is joking around, is getting some mixed looks as he urged the two to keep going. All said looks were turned to shock, as the duo finally decided to go down the hallway. They looked into the spot where they obviously wrongly assumed hentai was happening, only to find nothing but a black stain. There was some laughter as they finally realized that this is M rated, not A rated.

"PERVS!" I heard the teenager yell out.

Karma is a bitch however, as while some still stayed prepared for the worst, the rest, including him, weren't.

The duo opened a door next to the stain, only to be met with a guy rushing them. A loud sound struck the speakers, and the duo yelled at the sudden scare. As a result, I saw a few fall down in the chair sections.

But more importantly? The teenager yelped and fell on his ass, as well as some of the people who stared at him. More than a few who were shocked or scared at the time started laughing at that point. I was barely containing some rather disruptive laughter at that point and was about to release when Inigo tugged at my sleeves.

"Dude, look at that!" he said as he pointed to a cosplayer. "That's a hobgoblin with a working tail! Do you know how much I wanted to get a hands-on look at the things?!" Well isn't that nifty... makes me wonder if they used that for- NO! Bad brain! No boners in public! The cosplayer went behind the curtain, a place I could've sworn was protected by guardians...

"Alright, screw playing nice, I'm going in to ask him how he made it like that." He tried to run off, but a firm grasp on the collar of his shirt made sure he didn't go anywhere.

"No."

"But-"

"We could get kicked out, or even worse arrested for going into a restricted area. I'm not about to let you ruin our time here because somebody has a moving tail. That, and we smell bad so we'd be easy to spot." I stated with a tint of annoyance. "Besides, you could probably just google it."

"Google is unreliable!" he whined.

"With something that amazing, I bet there's a easy link to it floating around on the internet. Besides, you shouldn't go past the first page when looking up how to do stuff to begin with."

I then turned around whilst hearing him give out a 'hmph!', as he mumbled an unintelligible insult, which I ignored. After the Outlast demo, we stayed around the expo hall, playing games and such as we waited for the next event which was Halo minigames. After Halo minigames were said and done with, we went back to our hotels, outfits washed and ready to go for tomorrow for the judging. We settled in for tonight, ready to go to sleep.

I swung my sword down on the patriarchal cultist, easily splitting him in half. More cultists rushed me, weapons at the ready, and I only smiled murderously at the sight of them. Taking them by surprise, I slid and jumped past the cultists, cleaving and piercing heads as I did so with inhuman skill. The cultists tried to cut me back, but I dodged them like water flowing around an obstacle. I pulled out a pistol with my left arm and rained a horde of bullets down at the unsuspecting cultists. Not letting them take a breather, I cleaved off 12 heads with my sword and rolled back, reloading my gun as I did so. As I was about to fire again, a booming voice made itself known.

"ENOUGH!" A cultist said. The attacking cultists lowered their weapons and bowed before another cultist, who was quite obviously the leader. Not giving the idiot a chance, I aimed the pistol towards the leader, shooting him straight in the face. The bullet bounced off an energy shield that appeared to absorb the shot. The bastard smirked at this.

"You thought you could defeat me that easily huh? The god █████████ has blessed me with the ability to defy the monstrous weaponry of mankind! Only a fighter of true skill can best me,██████ prophet of █████████! I will turn you female for such cheap tricks!"

I only grinned at that. "Then you'll find that I'm going to kick your ass into the next realm!" I said while brandishing my sword. We charged towards each other, me shooting the cultists as they followed their leader into battle. As I was about to clash swords with the leader, the reality around suddenly stopped and started to look like as if I just had some LSD before sleeping. I tried to move, but I quickly found that my head couldn't move, much less the entirety of my body. I then tried to blink and found that did nothing other than the usual. My vision turned red for a few seconds before turning completely black.

I awoke with a sudden jolt, pain being present on my forehead, and it appeared as if Inigo had the same thing since I heard his covers moving as well. I frantically looked around for the offenders, ready to beat them up in a possible 2v2 since Inigo was hit too. After a quick check around, and a quick look underneath our beds, we relaxed but were quickly settled into confusion. Inigo was first to speak up.

"What the hell was that?" Inigo said, feeling the spot where he got pierced. Two bumps were present on his forehead, looking like zits. Following what he was doing I felt mine, feeling the bumps in the exact same area as his. I simply shrugged before looking at the time.

"I dunno dude, maybe we're the first people to finally feel their zits forming,but it's 12AM. We can give a shit about that in the morning," I stated in a tired voice, at which Inigo gave a bemused look before sighing.

"Whatever man, I don't have the energy to reply to that bullshit anyways," he resigned, taking solace in going to the dream world, which I followed quickly behind.

Again, we woke to the radio that broadcast sounds from hell at the precise moment that we needed to be awake. Fortunately, I was able to slip into the shower as he fumbled around trying to find his DS so he can turn it off. I quickly washed myself up, deciding that I might as well grab breakfast before we need to go. The breakfast was free at where we were staying, however the only thing that was good was the waffles, and because of that everyone staying would be flooding the area there. The waffles were made with pancake mix and were to be put into a machine that cooked it into the shape of a waffle made into the shape of Texas.

As I got out of the shower, I noticed two things. I didn't feel that morning grogginess that I usually felt when I got up, and the other being the missing zits. Maybe I was too exhausted to begin with? Yeah, it must've been that. The pain wasn't that much to cause enough adrenaline to force me fully awake after all. That doesn't explain what happened to those bumps though... what was that?

As I pondered that, I heard a knock on the door. I quickly dried myself off and wrapped the towel around my waist. I then opened the door to allow Inigo to take the shower. I quickly threw on the costume and took the stairs to the bottom floor, knowing fully well it was occupied with people moving to the lobby already. I was already familiar with how the elevator was usually moving about in the morning, having been here more than a few times. If I took the elevator, I would've had to wait 3 stops before finally being able to go to the lobby.

I did my usual stuff, making the waffles for me and Inigo. After our breakfast was all said and done, Inigo, after incredibly careful consideration, challenged me to a race once more. Prepared this time, I caught him by the wrists before he could exit the hotel.

"Yeah, we're taking the car. I didn't just shower so we can get smelly again."

After a short drive, we made it to the convention center with extra time to spare. After parking in a nearby public parking lot, we ended up using the time to see how fast we could go from the parking lot to the convention center, and all the way back. He won the race this time, due to me being unwilling to get so sweaty again. Another strange thing I noted however, was that he wasn't sweaty at all, of which I grew concerned of.

"Why aren't you sweaty?"

He blinked as if it was the dumbest question ever. "Uh, you do know it's not that far right? It was only a 3 minute run!"

"But the humidity should've... whatever. The convention opens up in a bit, let's just go to our panels."

We then sat down, talking with cosplayers and such, and took a few pictures with people as we waited out the rest of the time spent.

Author's Note

Had to get this out after letting it storm My head. I'm probably not going to continue this considering My writing ability (if the dislikes aren't any indication).

Editors:Vutava/Sandstorm94 (both I met on discord, haven't caught their fim names.)