Life for me is boring. Nothing ever happens to me. Well, nothing good anyways. Okay, some good things do happen but they never seem to last. Get a job, lose a job, get a girl, lose a girl. Anything I like or want gets taken from me just as I feel it is there to stay. So, to distract myself from the disappointing monotony of my life, I read and write. I theorize about alternate universes. I imagine traveling the multiverse and how it will affect me. Like, one of my theories involves the void between universes. Where when one travels through the void you are affected and gain something from your time there. I believe that the result is greater at first before dropping off to a hardly noticeable gain after just a few trips, sort of like a squared-root curve. My theory on magic and such is that all it really takes is belief and a strong will, and the only thing holding me back from turning my teachers into hippocampi is the lack of belief that there will actually be a result to my will. Another of my beliefs, that has absolutely no basis in outside evidence or observation and is merely based on a gut feeling of mine, is that if anything extraordinary were to happen to me, it would happen while I was sitting the porcelain throne. Of course that might just be because that is where I do most of my philosophical thinking.
And here I sit, in full thinker pose, listening to the radio by the sink, pondering the universe, and fouling the air when finally IT happens. The radio and the lights cut off. So here I am, sitting in a dark bathroom with only the light coming in under the door. I sigh as I finish up, wipe up, and pull up my lowered jeans. Walking out of into the hallway and over to the railing looking over the foyer and out through the large second story window.
“huh, well that is certainly different.” I comment as I look out at the scenery that most definitely was not there when I had entered my throne room. “Hey, anybody else notice that!?” I shout out to the others in the house. Upon getting no reply, I call out to our dogs. Nothing happens. Shrugging, I begin my search of the seemingly empty house.
Around thirty minutes later I come to the definite conclusion that I am the only livingcreature in the house, which I find weird as I know that the cat was inside as it had been raining before the change.
“Well now, what to do, what to do?” looking out the window I see a distinct line separating the yard from the surrounding terrain. This line cut through the driveway, just barely missing my car that had it been in its normal spot would have been bisected. My dad's truck, parked in my normal spot showed what would have happened. There was a clean, curved line cutting off the back of the bed at an angle.
“So, it seems that there was a spherical shape with a radius of about, oh, I'd say fifteen to twenty meters, just enough to clear the extreme outer portions of the house.” I mumbled, “The curve also seems to indicate that the bathroom might have been the center of the sphere, freaky.” stopping, I started to go upstairs to my room.
“Well, there are two possibilities that I can think about that. Either I was the cause of this, or the target.” I continued to speculate aloud, “If I did this, which I doubt, I would most likely be exhausted from the strain. Well, actually i'd probably be dead. If I was the target, well, it depends on the reserves of the people who brought me here. Because I doubt they were planning to pull over such a massive amount, so they are probably unconscious from the strain. If they're not, then I am soon to see just who it is that brought me here.”
Upon reaching my room, I walked to my closet before grabbing my duffel. Stopping to look at it, I start to think.
“I am going to need a lot of shit if I am going to survive for any amount of time on foreign territory.” I muse, “I know I can fit my entire wardrobe into this bag if I need to, but other than that, nothing else really fits.” walking over I sit on my bed and begin to brainstorm solutions.
“I know I can use my car, but the gas will only last so far. But that only helps somewhat as there might be some obstacle I can't cross, even in 4WD.” I pause, “Plus, I still probably couldn't fit all I need into the back, so I need some way to haul everything I need, even after I run out of fuel. Sigh. Too bad I don't have a bag of holding or something.” I stop. “You, my good sir, are both a genius and an idiot.”
Standing up, I look at my options. The only two real options in my mind are my backpack and my duffel, which is a military style canvas bag with two shoulder straps that, when full, stands about a meter tall with a radius of about 20cm.
“Well, I'm going to need something sturdy, and the actual size might have something to do with the altered volume of the bag, so i'll probably go with the duffel.”
Having decided, I clear off my floor and place my duffel in the center. Siting back, I think of what I want out of my finished product.
“I don't want it to fail because of being torn or something, so it needs to be near indestructable. I need it to hold an infinite amount of stuff. I could also use it as something like a tirsuli weaver or something, to fix my shit and process other shit into usable material. Actually, that might work best, to imagine it as a weaver with infinite internal volume, maybe even a link to the cosmic all so that it can produce what I need when I need it without having the template already in the memory banks.” I muse, “Well, if I pull this off, yay me.” standing back up, I focus on the duffel, and what I want to happen, I speak, “You will be a bag of holding.” I order.
Grabbing the bag, I open it up to see no change on the inside. Grabbing something that I know wouldn't fit normally, I try to stuff it in. No dice, it didn't work.
“Hmm, well, it could be that I need to work on my belief.” I mused on what I thought to be one of my biggest problems ever. Walking out to the foyer again, I stand at the railing, looking out at the change, trying to cement the idea that impossible did not exist. After a good while of talking to myself and psyching myself up, I return to my room to try again.
“You WILL be a bag of holding.” I order. Suddenly I find myself looking up at my ceiling with my body in an awkward position. “Maybe something happened this time.”
grabbing the bag, I look inside. There is nothing there, and I don't mean 'empty bag' nothing, I mean 'void of space' nothing. Grabbing the nearest object, which just happens to be a shoe, I stuff it in the bag. After just a hand's width into the bag, the void just sort of swallowed up the shoe and my hand, though I could still feel both. Letting go of the shoe, I pull my hand out and begin to examine the bag. After shaking it around, turning it upside down, turning it inside out, which looked really weird, and even going so far as to try and cut it, I found no trace of the shoe. Reaching my hand into the bag again, I grabbed the shoe and pulled it out. I spent another minute examining the shoe. It was clean, it didn't smell at all, the minor fraying of the laces had been repaired, and it just looked like it was in over-all better condition. Deciding to test the bag's abilities, I grabbed all of my old, useless trophies and shit and tossed them in the bag, then reached in and pulled out a ball of glass about the size of a tennis ball(the remnants of an old ymca soccer trophy) and repeated the action with balls of various sizes and materials. Grinning, I grabbed one of the balls of metal and a meter long piece of wood, tossed them both into the bag, and reached in to pull out a simple javelin.
“Awesome, it works!” I shout as I begin stuffing literally everything into the bag, even the contents of my trashcan. My roughly dismantled furniture, the old useless computer in the corner, my bedding, and eventually my door all went into the bag. Grinning, I moved onto the next room. By the time I had finished with my fourth room, it was getting into the evening. Slinging my new favorite item in existence over my shoulder, I went downstairs for some food.
“Man, I forgot, no power. And no power means no microwave, no fridge, no stove, and no toaster.” I sigh before I get an idea. Going to the fridge I pull out what I need for a simple tortilla, which I then prepare, I stuff it into the bag, before pulling it out.
“All nice and hot.” I say in a sing-song tone. “I really am a genius.”
After finishing my simple meal, I proceed to empty the contents of the fridge into my bag. Stopping, I was suddenly struck with an idea. Turning the bag inside-out, I sweep it over the toaster, and to my delight, the toaster is sucked into the void of the bag. Grinning, I swipe at the fridge with my void bag, and whoosh, there it goes. Struck with another idea, I head outside, shut the door, and press the void against the side of the house. With a strange slurping noise the house and its foundation are sucked into the bag.
“Sweet.” I chuckle.
Turning to the vehicles in the driveway I smirk. Walking over to them I suck them both into my bag before reaching a hand into the void and pulling. Out of the void comes a my new car. Modeled after my old car, a red, beat-up '91 Isuzu Trooper, I now have an olive-drab version with a military look to it. Looking in through the window I see that the interior has been revamped. Now there are only the two front seats with a rather nice radio in the console, reminiscent of a sort-wave or CB radio, the flooring has been replaced with what looks like rhino-lining and all of the switches and controls are easily visible. The back has the most change though, instead of a bench seat and around two to three square meters of trunk space, there is a cot running along one side of the back with the other side having nice looking greyish carpet. Grinning, I open the drivers door and hop in before grabbing my keys and starting her up.
“Oh, listen to that. She sounds wonderful.” I say happily. “Running so smoothly and quietly, I bet she really has some giddy-up to her now.” shutting off the engine, I pop the hood before heading out to check out the new improvements.
“Wow,” is all I can get out. I just stand there, staring, jaw on the ground, for a good while. After finally shaking myself loose of my awe, I wipe the drool off of my face and close the hood. Heading to the back of the car I find a simple ladder to the roof. Climbing up til I am standing on the roof I try to get a good look at the surrounding land. Seeing nothing of any great importance, and seeing that there is maybe only an hour before sunset, I hop off of th roof and climb back in the car. Before I start up, I survey what is left of my house, which is essentially just the hole where the foundation used to sit, looking for anything else I might find useful. Seeing the AC units and the gas meter on the other side of where the house used to be, I hop out of the car, grab my keys and my bag, and head over to harvest some more raw materials. After pressing the void of my bag against them I close up my bag, toss it over my shoulder, and head fro my car. After climbing in and inserting my key in the ignition, I turn it just enough so I have power. Reaching for the radio I turn it on. Only static, just like I expected. Looking at the capabilities of the radio, I push a button labeled 'SEEK'. After doing this I see the radio cycling through frequencies on the display. After about a second, the display pauses for a second and I hear a snippet of conversation.
“... to other recent news there are reports of a zom...” a male voice came through before the radio was cycling again. The radio stopped on a few other frequencies, but they were usually just music. Something strange I had noticed was that most of what I had heard, no matter what style of music was playing, the subject was sex, or at least sex related. With the radio having finished with its search, I turned it to the news station.
“... and with the recent resignation of Minister of Defense, Monica Chambers, the Blue league is wondering how their new minister will handle...” the female voice continued on, but I heard none of it.
Monica Chambers, Blue League, holy shit, this is the pokegirl world, or at least one of them.