Mikey Sano

The sun was shining bright, too bright considering how late he’d stayed up last night working on fixing a dent he’d gotten on his bike while racing with his friends. But it was nice, spending the day with his friends, annoying them at work since it was his day off. Later in the afternoon Mikey had a fight planned against a new opposing gang, they seemed small enough in numbers that Mikey didn’t want to bother the others who had jobs to focus on, so he only brought three divisions with him. It gave him a chance to let some of the newer members in on a ‘safer’ fight against a smaller group of opponents, and he’d have the bragging rights of beating another gang on his own to hold over Draken’s head. Initially he found it odd how similar they all looked, he was used to gangs wearing uniforms yeah, Toman had their black sets that only differed by the writing on them and the captains had Tasuki sashes. But the opposing gang all wore face masks too, uniforms the exact same, like some clone army. It didn’t seem like there was many of them initially, but they just kept coming. He wasn’t sure how, he only knew since they had to have already knocked down the initial wave but there was still new bodies that came flying at him, uniforms not yet marred by blood nor dirt, and full of energy. His body was getting tired, worn down by the sheer volume of opposing gang members, shit- half of the Toman members that were there were already downed. A strategic ambush it was, but he wasn’t ever one to back down. Gritting his teeth as he had to block the oncomming fists, parrying with his own in reply. Every hit had to be strong enough to knock them down, maybe fracture a bone or two, but nothing deadly. He couldn’t afford pulling his punches too much either, and risk having to take down the same person twice. It’d been working, like always his brain could process the incomming hits just as fast as he could deflect and return them. He’d been too focused on the big guy infront of him that managed to avoid his initial attack he didn’t even notice the other that popped up behind him with a metal bat until his body was falling. Everything felt cold, he could still see and hear, watching confused as the world suddenly changed in its orbit as the ground rushed towards him. His name being called with rapid urgency by multiple sources but his vision grew spotty before he could see who was so worried. Mikey didn’t understand why such panic, couldn’t they see it all was just some weird dream? The sun that’d been too bright, the waves of enemies they fought, and now this- it was all just a dream styled like a game based off his daily life.

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And when he opened his eyes and he was comfortably stretched out on a bed, waking with a yawn, he knew he was right. God his bed never felt so comfortable before, he knew it had to be morning but nobody could fault him for snagging a little extra sleep, right? So he rolled over and cracked one eye open to find where his blanket had ran off to, only to become eye to eye with a chubby little plush styled to look like him, its black cat-like eyes staring back at him, dressed in some fuzzy pink rabbit costume. The sight alone was enough to unnerve him, wondering if it was part of some prank. He would have brushed it off if he hadn’t also notice how the bed was properly made- something he hadn’t done in ages. Blankets were a different colour, softer, and oddly smelled better too. But when he looked up and saw the room, various merchandise of what seemed to be the people he knew. There was a poster of an animated version of his gang, statues and posed plastic figures of him and his friends, even some of his rivals. He backed up to try and get a better look as well as wrap his head around all of the new information his brain struggled to process, only to fall off the bed with a thunk. Groaning as he cradled his head.