Dat Inter-Dimentional Scythe
Chapter 1
Dat Inter-Dimensional Scythe
Some people say that if someone has thought it, then there is a dimension where it is normal.Take Sonic the Hedgehog, for example.There is a dimension for that.Instead of being a video game where you get to break the fourth wall, it is real life.So, someone could be reading this as a fictional story in one dimension, and other people could be playing a video game about it in another Dimension. They're so confusing at times. A book your reading. There's a dimension for that. A video game. There's a dimension for that too.
All with the iPhone 4. Just kidding. So, let's say someone gets the power to travel between dimensions by going in a rift, and meeting some guy, and all that stuff for another story. Well, that person who fell through an inter-dimensional rift, is me. A teen barely through puberty, and a brony who dances between pride and closet bronyism. You can guess were this leads to.
Of course, every good story needs SOME type of background, so we'll start there.
Earth, 2013
"Would you guys quit screwing around already? It's getting late!" A pale boy whispered to his friends under a moonlit night.
A rather bulky boy responded unsympathetically. "Don't be such a wuss Eric."
"Keep your voice down at least, Alex!" Eric compromised.
The boys were playing in an old construction site, regardless of whether or not they were allowed to.
"Where's Chris?" Alex asked, realizing he hadn't seen the boy for some time.
"Right here." Chris said as he came into earshot of his two friends.
Chris was wearing a dark red shirt with the blue camouflage jacket that never seemed to escape his torso.
On his waist were jeans, of course, as they were all he wore. No shorts, sweatpants. Only jeans.
"Come on, man. We're just about to see the crane." Alex said.
"What do you mean, we? I'm not going." Eric replied.
Alex chuckled. "Good luck finding your way back home, Columbus." He said sarcastically.
Eric never did have a sense of direction. He could easily lose himself in a maze.
Chris recalled the time his parents took him, Eric, and Alex to Pumpkins Galore, and Eric found himself lost in the hay maze, crying for his mom.
Chris laughed to himself at the memory.
As the trio walked, something shone in the corner of Chris's eye.
He looked toward it to see that down a very large pipe was some sort of blade.
"Chris! You coming?" Alex called, and Chris realized that he had been lagging behind.
Chris looked down the pipe.
He never really knew that his next words would change his life forever.
"I'll catch up. See you at the house." Chris said.
Alex shrugged. "All right man, just don't get kidnapped by some pedo." Alex said, and Chris heard him laughing as he left.
Chris continued down the stone pipe and was lead into a pit of sand.
Looking toward the source of the glimmer, he jumped back at what he saw.
In front of him was a robed man with a small hole in his forehead.
Chris inched toward the body to observe it.
He guessed that the man was robbed, but in what event would he end up here in his clothes. The man looked as though he belonged at a convention, not an abandoned construction site.
Chris began to feel dizzy, and stumbled slightly.
He attempted to shake his head to clear it, but to no avail.
Chris stumbled toward a wall of sand and tried to lean against it, only to fall through it.
He landed on a hard, stone surface,and the dizziness he felt faded away in a few seconds.
The boy rolled over and pulled himself up to observed his surroundings...
And immediately chucked his up.
There were four bodies, all mutilated in some way.
One body had been pinned to the wall and decapitated.
Another had a large incision on the gut, and seemed to not have the guts to stand up to his killer.
Chris laughed at himself for making such a bad joke.
The last to bodies were to graphic for Chris to want to remember.
In the middle of the stone cave was a bloody scythe.
Chris approached the weapon slowly.
He bent down to pick it up.
As he held it in the air, he felt some sort of energy surge through himself.
Chris twirled the scythe slowly, and felt extremely energized.
He held it with two hands, and made a downward swipe, and the scythe stuck in the air where it's speed could pierce flesh.
Pulling on the scythe, Chris fell backwards, landing on his buttox.
Shut up, it's a word.
The scythe was still floating in the air, with part of the scythe...
Gone. Part of the blade had just disappeared.
"The heck?" Chris asked himself skeptically.
Chris pulled the scythe downward, and in the blade's trail, was a wall of the night sky.
The boy could only stare as the hole pulsed.
He reached his hand out to touch it, and his hand went into the rift.
Next was his leg, then his arm, then the entirety of his body.
Chris felt like someone was pulling his face off from behind him as he fell through...
Nothingness.
He fell through an endless void, and what seemed like hours passed, before he fell onto white nothingness.
"Hello, Scythe Carrier." A woman's soft, Victorian voice called from nowhere.
A.N: You may recognize this story from my original "Just an Accident" and that is because I have decided to "Redo" JAC.
Someone said that my story wasn't much into the ways of plot (Giggle Giggle!) but still funny as heck.
Reaction: DOES NOT COMPUTE. I noticed that also my story lacked detail, and was more dialogue than anything else.
Therefore, I am remaking JAC. This version will involve more plot, detail-to-dialogue balance, and useful conversation.
Oh, and more LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLs.
