Fwoosh...
The sound of a lazy toilet flush was the first sign of life to a wasteland dormitory next to a relaxed wave of music ringing through the air. Papers were covering most of the floor, and took over the two desks. A backpack was propped up against one of the wooden bedposts to a barren mattress while a black satchel rested atop the other, this one being unceremoniously covered with a comforter and messy blue sheets. Between the beds and papers, nothing else was much askew by most local standards, because, after all, it was a college dorm building.
A door opened off to the side of the room, shedding light onto the white painted walls and a poster donning an emblem similar to that of the Star Wars republic emblem, only shaded purple and winged. New Lunar Republic shone in silver letters underneath.
A young man stood in the doorway of the small bathroom, looking at the poster in tired yet happy eyes, laced with sadness. He'd have to take it down and pack it up alongside the other drawings and papers hung and thrown about the room before going home. The one downfall to a dorm all to yourself... Can't make my roommate help against their will... A small cough of a chuckle lept from his chest. He reminisced on how he jumped in the middle of the hallway the day he found out his situation. It was only funnier with how stark it was to every moment of two-man jobs done with only two hands.
With a little huff, he pushed off the doorframe towards the bed, not bothering to turn the bath light off or the rest of them on. The young man plopped on the side of the bed, making sure not to land on the computer case near the center. This resulted in an awkward half-down lying, but it was comfortable enough for him to close his eyes and think of sleep or at the least rest.
Phone...
The lazy smirk drifted off the young man's face. A small well of annoyance crept up his system at the thought of getting back up, but his phone was almost dead the last time he check the power bar. He'll have to charge it or his alarm wouldn't sound in the morning, and tomorrow was the day he was meant to pack and file everything in a timely manner. Waking up late wasn't an option.
So, with yet another huff, he hauled himself off of the mattress, making towards the light of the bathroom for the last time of the night.
Bending the small corner, he saw the phone in a gray and green case resting on the white corner of the sink basin.
There you are, ya lil' bastard. Keeping me awake...
He took one step to lunge for the case, maneuvering over and around the toilet, and was about to grab it when his ears subtly rang. It was quiet, but it definitely wasn't there before. The rational part of his mind immediately thought of music from a room down the hall, only loud enough that a higher frequency would reach past the walls, until all to suddenly, it stopped.
He look about the room for a moment, body still posed with arm still outstretched. Nothing was out of the ordinary for as much as he could tell, so he went to snatch the phone again and-
...And then it was back, louder this time. The man flinched, this time his head ringing along with his ears. It was as if his head was put under the ocean, tons of pressure squeezing his brain. His outward hand nearly slammed into his forehead, clutching it like a falling child.
And then it was gone again.
He didn't notice at first, mostly because he now had a splitting headache. Whatever the sound, if it was one, it made him humor the idea that he might have a pool of blood where his brain was not a minute before.
"That's it. I'm dying. Aliens sent a laser into my head. My entire skull is full of mashed up Jell-O. Tell my family I love them." he yelled to himself, only mostly joking. He forgot that if this is true, then he'd lack the literary wit to say this.
After about a minute of spasming upright, the man finally sat on the closed top of the toilet.
"Well that was a thing." His voice was breathy. "If that ever happens again I'll - SHH~! AHH!" He screamed.
The intensity was tenfold. His ears felt as balloons being filled with air. His vision, besides having his eyes slammed shut, was a blinding white. The air crackled and his whole body had sweat. He clutched at his head, trying to squeeze his skull back into shape. At one point he fell from his seat, then arched his back upon the ground. Not a thought could break past the pain.
The light had gone. His head pulsed. His body was coated in cold sweat, sprawled motionless on a cold floor. Under him were fragments of something colder covered in warm water.
No. Blood. Blood and glass.
"...was that...?"
His body ached on his elbows and legs, which were now uncovered through uncared for means. His back and sides stung from cuts and splinters. He couldn't feel his hands or feet. His dimensions seemed twisted and stretched, so much so that he could only breath with utmost focus. It was as if every synapse was cut with a steak knife; he couldn't remember anything at all, who he was, how to think, or even what he was.
Just glass and blood... I only about glass and blood...
CREAK... "*gasp* Spike!
...Phone...
"Spike! Spiiiiiike! Get Nurse Redheart! The doctor! Anyone! The spell! It work- but not- I- GO!! Get the girls!"
Scitter...
Clunkclunkclunkclunk!
"A-Are you... Hello?"
...I have to charge my phone...I'm going home tomorrow... I'll be late.