Chapter 4: Friendly banter and a possibly burned down apartment.

"If you were to tell me what just happened was one hell of a fucked-up fever dream I would not doubt you for even one single second."

Sighing with an exhausted expression I let myself fall onto the sofa before grabbing the coke that I was drinking before we got thrown into the cringiest adventure I have ever seen.

"I have to agree with you there my dude. But seriously what was up with that dude?"

I hear him snicker before Anton breaks out in a full laughter.

"I mean who did he think he was? Some kind Movie protagonist? He even named his moves!"

By now he was clutching his stomach while laughing hysterically and rolling on the floor.

I join in on the laughing. We both just saw some dude disintegrate in front of us and here we are losing our shit. Seems like we both are pretty fucked up from the things we have experienced in these alternative worlds. Should I be worried about the fact that I can just see some die in front of me without giving a shit?

Nah probably not.

After about three minutes of continues laughter we both calm down a bit knowing full well we have just gained a shit ton of inside Jokes based on Mr edge lord.

"Oh yeah I have been meaning to ask since when do you have a gun?"

My best friend questioned while pointing to my hip where my holster is located.

"Ah you mean this?"

I say lifting my hoody up a bit so my Five Seven is visible

"I got it after the third time I got transported into these worlds for some more safety."

Anton the lifted his own shirt to display a holster similar to mine

"Yeah same here. Mind asking what you got? Personally, I got myself a Glock 17."

"Ooh nice choice. I have a FN Five Seven because the velocity is almost twice as much as that from a 9mm. Smaller but faster meaning more penetration."

I say smiling and nerding a bit too much about guns because they simply fascinate me. What can I say guns are pretty dam neat.

"Ah ok. What do you usually bring with you?"

Anton questions me.

I put my hand to my chin and start to think about the stuff in my backpack.

"Well, I have a couple MRE's, Water bottles, sleeping bag and some other clothes along with spare magazine, ammunition and last but not least a little tent so I don't freeze to death or get soaked by rain."

"MRE's? That's a pretty good idea. I always brough canned food. I should probably switch to MRE's too. Other than that, I have mostly the same stuff with me."

"Oh, I am sorry for interrogating you like that Jack. I just wanted to see if I forgot something."

"No problem mate there is really no need to apologize for something like that. You're just making sure and being safe."

We continue talking for a solid two or three hours before the both of us decide sleep is unfortunately something that we need at least every once in a while. Being the absolute great and amazing friend, I let my best friend sleep on the floor along side me because my apartment is fairly new, and I have absolutely no furniture except for my Tv alongside my couch. Why not use the couch I hear you ask? The answer to that is simple. No. What I mean by that is that for some god forsaken reason my couch works more than fine for sitting but the second you lie down you would prefer to sleep on Legos over this couch. It is one of the great mysteries of this world that I have yet to figure out. After an hour of trying to fall asleep I finally manage to dose of. Then I wake up about 30 minutes late because my brain apparently hates my just as much as this universe does. Mother. Fucking. Insomnia. At least I think. I know I got diagnosed with a sleeping disorder but forgot what exactly it was called so I just assume it was Insomnia because it fits the criteria. I mean my life was already so amazing the gods just had to make it a tiny ene menie bit harder. In case you have not realised. That was sarcasm. I know reaaaallly hard to detect huh?

Anyway, over the course of a few hours I manage to sleep just a bit over 4 hours, which by the way is a new record for this year! Yawning I open my eyes before closing them again forgetting that light is a thing. I attempt to stand up but just don't have the necessary willpower inside me, so I opt for the next best thing. Absolutely nothing aside from staring at my ceiling as if it held to answers to life, death, and the identity of god.

After trying to kill my inanimate ceiling through staring contest I decide to see if Anton is up before realizing he is doing the exact same thing.

"We should stand up and make breakfast."

I say not averting my gaze from the ceiling.

"Yeah we really should."

A good thirty seconds pass in complete silence before I speak up again.

"How about we get up on three?"

"Sounds good."

"I begin to count down."

1,2,3

Neither of us move.

"Now I am just incredibly disappointed in the both of us."

A pillow thrown at my face hits its target dead centre.

Muffled by the pillow because I refuse to move I begin to talk again.

"I speak the truth and you know it."

"That doesn't mean I like it any more than before."

Anton counters.

After finally accumulating enough willpower we get up and make ourselves some fancy breakfast also called cereal.

We dine in comfortable silence before I look at the clock and shout.

"HOLY SHIT I AM GONNA BE LATE FOR WORK!"

"Scruttle Scruttle Bitch." I hear my bastard of a best friend shout with a mouthful of cereal as I run out of the door.

With that I sprint at a speed I didn't know I had to work knowing my best friend wouldn't burn down my apartment. Hoped. Praying. I remember the one time he set his kitchen on fire making pasta. Well, it was nice knowing my apartment survived for a whole three days. It had a good run. Everything good must come to an end eventually. Hold on. Can you burn something down while washing dishes? Honestly, I do not know how but I am about sixty or seventy percent certain Anton could manage to do that. With that thought plaguing my mind I start my shift a McDonalds. It's not as bad as everyone thinks. Is what I tell myself everyday before spotting at least a Karen or two. You would not believe the amount of people that ask for my manager. I remember my record was what, twelve thirteen times?

God my manager looked like he would personally snap the neck of the next person that dared to ask for him because of some unnecessary reason. But I have to give him respect because aside from that is he probably one of the most laid-back person I have met in my life and actually cares about his employees which is a rather rare find.

"Excuuuuse me! There is a hair in my food! That is unacceptable! Where is your manager?!"

Please shoot me.