Yay!
OH, and a friend of mine inspired me to write this quick short chapter thing:
Chris Martin yawned as he slowly woke up. He couldn't quite remember when or how he'd passed out, but he decided that it wasn't that big of a deal and he'd just wake up and find the others and get back to work. When he opened his eyes, however, he found himself lying down on the side of the road.
What the hell? Chris thought, looking around himself in confusion, I guess there was a party last night or something... His vision was blurry and he felt sick to his stomach. It wasn't like him to drink so much... or to just completely forget an entire evening like it never even happened.
Chris started to walk back to the Bakery to find the others to see if anything strange had been happening to them as well. However, as he tried to walk his steps were completely awkward and wobbly, and with every movement he started to slip around and lose control of himself. It was a good thing nobody was watching him, especially since he was walking on all fours.
He came up to a high curb and tried to step over it, which he could have easily done on a normal day, but for some reason his whole body felt stiff and heavy.
"Holy shit," Chris said to himself as he finally struggled over the curb, "what the hell happened to me... it feels like I weight at least three and a half tons!"
Chris eventually gained some more control of himself. Other than the fact that we was walking on both his hands and feet like an animal, he could move normally now at least... ignoring the fact that he was now flying down the sidewalk doing at least fourty miles per hour - and couldn't stop.
"What the hell is happening to meeee?!" Chris cried, struggling for control of himself as he recklessly flew down the street. "Stop, stop," Chris growled under his breath to himself, "stopstopstopstopSTOPSTOPSTOPSTOPFORTHELOVEOFGODPLEASSTOP!!!!!!"
Chris was holding his breath when he finally came to a screeching hault right in front of the Bakery.
"Hol...y... s...hit..." Chris continously swore under his breath as he stumbled through the door of the Bakery... which seemed suspiciously larger than it was before. Ignoring that strange detail, he started to walk around, looking for the othe--
"Chris?! Chris, oh my God..." Chris turned around and felt a rush of relief as he saw Jonny running up to him. "...you see, me and the other guys are really sick or something, and we can barely move, and Guy is making all these weird noises and...and..."
Chris, suddenly snapping back to his senses, began to finally register what was happening.
"J...onn...y..." Chris backed up a little bit, not quite sure how to continue.
"Um, what's wrong, Chris?" Jonny looked concerned for his friend, "you aren't sick too, are you?"
"To be honest I don't think anyone is 'sick'... but... how do I say this..." Chris looked around and saw a mirror leaning against the wall. "Jonny, there's a mirror to your left... against the wall. Look in that mirror and tell me what you see."
"Okay..." Jonny carefully maneuvered around and stared into the glass mirror for a long moment before his jaw dropped, quite literally, to the floor.
Staring back at him was a gleaming, silver grille, and bright, sparkling headlights. His hat was somehow still on his 'head', which wasn't really a head at all... it was a roof.
The roof... of a car.
