There I was, being gangbanged by two Minigun Dozers, a Medic, and a Cloaker. After failing for the thirteenth time on the same heist, I finally returned to the menu so I could pick a new job. After waiting some time for a job I hadn't done today, I saw it, a 1-day job titled 'Equestria'. The job wasn't from the base game, or any of the DLCs, and I didn't remember downloading any new mods. wondering what the mission was, I did the only thing a sane person wouldn't and shouldn't do in this situation, I clicked on the job.

There was only black, I couldn't see, I couldn't move, I couldn't hear or feel either, I was simply, there, wherever 'there' is. I didn't know how long I was like that, not able to do or feel anything, but after some time, everything went white, and I could hear birds chirping.

I opened my eyes to see the dense canopy of a forest above me, I shot up and looked around, I was in, a forest? I didn't remember entering a forest, the last thing I remember was clicking on some job on Payday 2 called 'Equestria'. Almost immediately, my mind thought of an explanation for how I was here, I had been kidnapped and dumped in some random forest. Well jokes on you kidnappers, I thought, I've watched Bear Grylls. With that, I walked off in a random direction.

After several minutes, I came across a small creek, which meant no drinking my own piss just yet. As I kneeled to drink, I saw my reflection in the water, I had a moustache, and stubble, and I looked like I was in my mid-forties, I looked like Dallas. It was at this moment that I looked down at what I was wearing, I had a white t-shirt with a black tie, a green vest, a purple jacket, purple trousers, black gloves, and black shoes. I looked at my waist and saw an alcohol flask, akimbo Lugers, a bag decorated with a red cross, and an Obama mask. Then, I reached around to my back, grabbing a shotgun off it and holding it in my hands. I looked into the creek again, finally having realized why I looked like this.

I was Jobama, my character from Payday 2.

This must be a dream, I thought. There's no way I'm Jobama, he's just a stupid character. Then, I realized something, this was a dream, it had to be, there was no other way I could be Jobama, meaning, I could walk off in any direction and it wouldn't matter. So, I did just that, I walked off into the forest, not knowing where I was going.

It had been an hour or two since I had found the creek, and I had stumbled open a log cabin. It looked like it was from a horror movie, like if I walked in, I would get a machete to the head from Jason Voorhees. Luckily, this was all a dream so I entered the cabin and looked around, the inside was quite rustic, a stone fireplace was built into a wall with a couch and a chair facing it, a bed was in one corner with a nightstand and candle next to it, and a table with some wooden chairs around it was in the middle of the cabin.

Not knowing what to do, I sat in front of the fireplace. I looked around the cabin again, My eyes scanned over everything I had already seen, which was everything in the cabin. I looked into the fireplace and saw a few small embers lying amongst the ash, then, I started thinking. All of this was so real, the bark of the trees was rough, the chirps of birds echoed throughout the forest canopy, and I could feel the small amount of heat the embers emitted. This might not be a dream.

I looked towards the bed, remembering reading somewhere that if you go to bed in a dream, you'll wake up. Stepping towards the bed, all I could think about were what-ifs. What if I wake up in a hospital, what if I wake up gagged and tied, what if... what if this isn't a dream? Laying down on the bed and resting my head against the pillow, what-ifs coursed through my mind, even as I drifted asleep.

A mist covered the forest, and the moonlight illuminated the undergrowth, somehow able to break through the branches and leaves of the various trees that made up the canopy. A lone figure strode through the forest, covered by a large plain cloak. The figure stopped, raising its head upwards, like it was listening for something. Then, it rushed off, sprinting into the forest.

After several minutes of sprinting, the figure emerged into a clearing, in the middle of the clearing stood a small log cabin with an open door. The figure crouched down, slowly walking towards the doorway. entering the cabin, a small glow emanated from below the hood of the cloak before flames rose from the ash in the fireplace. In the firelight, the figure could make out what appeared to be a hairless monkey wearing a green suit and purple jacket lying on a bed in a corner of the cabin.

"Lucky bastard." The figure spat out in a gruff voice, turning towards the fireplace, laying down on a couch and falling asleep.

A rooster's morning call woke me up, which was strange because I lived in the city, but that didn't matter because I felt great, I had never had a sleep that amazing in my life. I stood up, letting out a large yawn and stretching my arms.

"looks like someone had a good sleep." A gruff voice called out, I spun around to see who spoke and found myself face to face with a horse wearing a cloak. Naturally, I did what any strong, masculine man would do in this situation.

"AAAAAHHHHH!"

Author's Note

Hope you all enjoyed my first attempt at a more serious story, please let me know if you want more, and as always, criticism is welcomed

Fun facts with Kiwi Panzer:
The character concept of 'Jobama' was ~~stolen~~ borrowed from the amazingly talented Therussianbadger and his Payday 2 videos.