I exited my bedroom and entered the living room, my grandmother quilting on the couch. Out the corner of my vision, outside one of the room’s windows I saw something staring back at me. When my eyes locked with its own I couldn’t look away, and my vision slowly distorted and darkened until I blacked out.
When I woke back up my grandmother and the couch were gone, an operating table lying in their place and upon it sat the distorted monster. Its head turned to face me again, and locking eyes everything around us shifted. Suddenly I was the Avatar, master of the four elements, fending off an army of slimes.
A gentleman interrupted the fight, proclaiming that the slimes weren’t his pets and that people needed to stop commenting on his YouTube videos asking about his cats, because frankly he had none. Distracted by the man a slime landed a strike upon me, toppling me to the ground. Before my head struck the floor though the entire world shifted again, now watching my life from third-person.
I was a little boy, living in a dilapidated castle by myself. A royal family came to move in, and they adopted me as their own. They would bring me to their wars and battles, and as I grew up I would join the army too, accompanied by my dog, Scooby. The wars escalated, and eventually we found ourselves sieging a mantis-controlled airship.