Chainsaw-Boy fell for what felt like an eternity, he watched more and more industrial style shafts blur before him as the red lit hole above him got smaller and smaller. As he was falling he saw a brief flash of what appeared to be a rainbow. He rotated in the air and saw the metal floor rushing up towards him he closed his eyes and waited for the impact.
Boom. Chainsaw-Boy woke up, breathing heavily, looking around he took stock of his surroundings. He was in bed, in his normal, blue painted bedroom, the curtains were drawn and light snuck out from edges. Pulling his arms out from under the blankets he looked at his normal hands, turned them around and checked them, they weren’t chainsaws.
He suddenly remembered about Grigor and Volkang’s fight to the death, and decided to tell someone about it. He launched himself out of bed and ran down the stairs, Chainsaw-Boy’s Italian super-model wife was cooking breakfast, bacon and eggs.
“Hey darling, I made you coffee” she welcomed him, smiling and holding a mug out.
“Ah thanks, love, wait, I’ve got something really important to tell you! It’s, um… there’s…” She looked at him expectantly, “I’ve completely forgotten, but it’s really important, we’ve got to go… somewhere and do… something.”
“Here eat up,” she put the plate of bacon and eggs on the table, “I’m sure it was dream.”
He sat down at the table, “thanks for breakfast Illana, it felt really real though, and I’m sure I was there for weeks.”
“Dreams can be like that, by the way, you got a postcard, I think it must be a prank or something though, it’s signed Napalm Explosionface, ha, what a silly name.” She passed the postcard to him. He turned the postcard around in his hands, on one side was a picture of a space rainbow, and the other side simply said ‘we did it – signed Napalm Explosionface’.
“I have no idea who this guy is, but I have a feeling today is going to be a good day.” Illana came over and kissed him on the head.
“Me too.”
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