Chris puts his controller back down onto his desk with a heavy sigh "Finally," he said to himself as he had made it into elite smash in his favorite fighting game. Even with how bad the online system was he was still able to make it. Chris looks over at his clock, 4 a.m.

"Great," He sighs again, knowing that he was now going to have to reset his sleep schedule again before Monday when he has to go back to work. Eyes heavy and starting to hurt, he should probably just to to bed now instead of trying to stay up all day.

Turning off the console and grudgingly getting up, he heads over to his bed. Grabbing the blanket and stretching it over the top of the bed, he plugs his phone into the charger, placing down on the side nightstand and then turn off the light and climbs into bed.

Chris had always had trouble sleeping. He never really got a good, deep, night sleep, which is way he usually stayed up late in the night until he is close to the point of passing out. Closing his heavy eyes his mind slowly started to drift off into sleep.

Chris suddenly wakes up in the middle of the night, or maybe very early morning, because he knew even in his groggy state he had only been asleep for an hour at most. But the reason he was awake was not because of his restlessness this time, but the shaking.

The shaking only seemed to only be growing stronger and heavier as the time went on as he felt and listened. At this point Chris started to panic, he has never been in an earthquake before, he didn't even know that his state even had earthquakes which was odd.

The thought of insurance went through his mind as he gathered himself and rolled off the bed and onto his feet. What if this destroyed his house he just got? How would he explain this? The shaking started to get violently bad which only increased his panic.

Maybe he should go and get in the bathtub? He had seen people to that in a few movies, or maybe under his desk? He had blackout curtains on his windows to keep the light out, which probably didn't help his sleeping but maybe he should check his neighborhood to see if people are trying to get out of their houses?

He pulled the curtains to the side and what he seen almost had his heart stop. He stares out the window at what he can only explain as a void. It wasn't just black, but many different colors, mostly reds and purples that very much looked like an effect straight out of a video game.

The colors spiraled around each other at a very fast speed, warping reality as he seen it. He could barely make out a few other houses in his neighborhood through the colors, but they seemed like they were just... normal? It just looked like the other houses were fine but his? Staring at this happen for a while he didn't notice that the quaking did not get any better but much, much worse.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!?!" Chris screams to himself as there was a very large shake, sending him to the ground as it seems his whole house tilts to the side. "This is it," Chris thought to himself. "This is how I die..."

He braces himself against the wall under the window as he expected the house to fall into a sinkhole of some kind. But after the large shake it seemed to start to get better and softer. He stayed on the ground for around a minute before he tried to stand back up. Getting to his feet, he looked back out the window, and he was flying.

His god damn house was flying through the air like it was straight out of Up. He watched the ground get farther and farther away.

"This was a dream, it has to be a dream." Maybe he would wake up soon? Hopefully he would wake up back in his bed and it would all be over. He rarely dreamed, but when he did it was usually fucked up shit like this.

He looked out the window over the edge as the bottom of his house still had the video game void hovering under it. he starred at it for a little while as he kept going higher. The same void seemed to be at the base of where his house seemed to be, looking like a Poliwhirl with a bunch of colors.

Then all of a sudden his house shook again, and the void under his house was gone and he felt weightless now. Things around his room started floating around off shelves and off his desk. It was a surreal sight to him, now he knew he was in a dream, everything was just floating. He smiles to himself a little, maybe he would wake up soon?

He looks back over the edge of the window as he sees the ground coming at him, fast. He was falling, his whole house was falling. He almost had a heart attack right then and there. He could only stare at the upcoming ground at it got closer and closer at and alarming rate.

He pulled his head back into his room and got over to his bed, jumping onto it and throwing the blanket over himself. He knew that he would die surely no matter what if this was real, so might was well be comfortable.

He braced for the inevitable as he felt the bottom of the house hit the ground, wood and stone crashing as loud as an explosion. Everything seemed to go in slow motion as he stopped.

He felt bliss, is this what dying feels like? Is he already dead? All these questions go through his head as he remembers everything about his life within a few seconds.

Then everything goes black. Now he was dead, or was he? He still felt his body, he was still breathing. He opened his eyes to nothing and everything. He was definitely in some fort of void between life and death. oh no, was he in purgatory? What did he do to deserve this? He wasn't left to his thoughts for every long as he sees a small light in the distance.

"Oh thank God it's God..." Chris thought as the small light gets closer and larger until he sees it seems to be some sort of rift or portal. Looking through it it looked like green open fields with a forest in the distance.

Looked nice, is this what Heaven looks like? After a good look at it the portal seemed to engulf him, swallowing him whole as he and his house seem to fall again, but this time hitting the ground with another loud bang. This time, it actually hit the ground, which hurt, a lot, even being in his bed.

Once he recovers he take a moment to look around, light from the window shines through into his room. Everything in his room was thrown around onto the floor. Some things are very much broken completely.

"Okay.... what the fuck just happened?" He says himself as he tries to comprehend what just happened. was it a dream? It had of been, there is no other thing it could have been. Maybe he was sleep walking and knocked everything on the floor?

He got up out of his bed and slowly pulled himself over to the window to look out. It was the same green plains he seen in his dream, right before he woke up. There was a small dirt path, as well as a forest a while away. He sighs to himself and sits down on the floor. "where am I?"

Author's Note

Thanks for everyone that has checked this out, I plan to try and update this every week. Feel free to criticize and tell me things I messed up.