"Ugh," I said. "Where am I?"

I opened my eyes and was immediately dealt a shit ton of pain. Where did this headache come from?! As I looked around, I began to notice that I was in a hospital. What happened to me?

Wait, I was.... I was.... I don't remember....

What the hell? I remember.... something... I was in a similar situation before. I remember... ponies... Equestria?

"GAH!" I screamed. The pain had seemed to increase every time I tried to remember what happened.

"You're awake," said a voice. "I'll go tell the doctor."

Was that a nurse? The hell happened to me?

I got my answer a few hours later. Apparently, I've been in a coma since Anime Expo.

But that doesn't make any sense! I remember being awake! Nothing happened to me! I remember going into the building and heading towards the room where weapons check was, the downstairs part where the Hetalia fans normally hung out. Then a shady guy who looked like he was from Resident Evil 4 selling me something..... then nothing.... just fragments....

But.... What happened?

Everyone I ask that question to seems to avoid the question, just saying that I've been in a coma for a few months.

But it doesn't make sense! I specifically remember being awake! I saw an Arbok! I made a promise! I saw a pony version of Megaman! I even saw a guy who called himself the Iron Lich! He had a skull for a face! A SKULL! It hurts to remember them, but I remember! I remember other ponies, as well, but I can't remember who....

What happened to send me here?

Three weeks later:

It's been a few weeks since I woke up.

I'm starting to think those 'memories' are nothing but a dream. They seem so unrealistic, but....

But nothing. People don't have powers. Sentient ponies don't exist. I am not some 'Champion' with amazing powers....

The problem is... I still remember it. It seems so vivid, like it's not a dream. I can feel something calling me, even, I just don't know what.

What's worse, I've been so upset about it, I've stopped playing D&D. I haven't played it since I've been in the hospital. I mean, I got released a couple weeks ago, and that was my favorite game! What is up with me? It's like, every time I get the urge to play it, something blocks me.

I'm not kidding. This last time, the box with my dice in it just disappeared. I went to go do something after being called by my parents, only to come back to it not being there. I told my mother about it, and she just said that maybe I should clean my room.

So, I'm doing that right now in hopes of finding it.....

......

.... Wait.... what's that?

I see a black handle on the floor, buried underneath a pile of clothes. I try and grab at the handle, but it seems to pull away. I keep trying, and eventually grab hold.

This is the sword I used to practice with. What was it doing on the floor?

In fact, how did even get on my floor? I left it by the front door to the house, last time I had checked. Oh well.

So, just to mess around, I take a few swings with the sword, careful to avoid hitting myself or the pieces of furniture scattered about the room. After that, just for fun, I run the 'blade' end against my arm, just to feel the sensation of being fake cut.... Wait.... I actually cut myself....

WHAT THE HELL?! And.... and.............

....

....

It's rainbow colored liquid..... But that only happened in.....

No, it can't be, I'm just seeing things.

I look around for the sword I had purchased after I had turned eighteen. Ah, that was a good year. Went to college, got a sword, and hung out with friends. And there's the sword!

Just as I did with the fake blade, I did with the real blade, only this time, I wasn't as careful. I ended up cutting my leg with a deep gash.

"OW!" I yelped.

"Is everything alright in there?" I heard one of my parents yell.

"No!" I screamed, looking at my leg. "Everything's-"

I saw the same rainbow liquid.... and it's closing the gash....

"I mean, yes," I said. "Everything's fine. Just a little cut. I'm good now."

"Alright then," my parent said.

"What the hell?" I whispered to myself.

I put down my sword and kept looking for the box that contained my dice, only to find a blue iron brazier.

Wait a second, I remember this. It's from some Merchant guy....

Then I remembered. I was awake. I did buy something, and I did meet those people, and many more.

I also remembered that this guy owed me a debt.

Well, there's only one way to get help now.

I lit the brazier before shouting, "Avarice! I need you to get your butt over here! You have a debt to pay and I've come to collect! I need your help!"

And with that, a portal opened up and popped out a hooded man with a backpack.

"Dox? Thank Gog. I need a distraction. What can I do for ya?"

Author's Notes:

So, it has been brought to my attention that I forgot to mention the guy I did the last chapter with. Well, I edited the author's note to now include him. He's a good guy and I suggest you go looking in the chapter for that note because he's pretty cool.

Anyways, this is Music Mod, signing off for today.