text: > The can is kicked
  You kick the can hard enough for it to fly straight up into the air with a clanging sound. You glance up against the glare of the sun and see a tiny shadow towards you. A shrilling screech pierce the air. The shadow appears to grow larger and larger until it overlaps your own.
  
  > know exactly what to do
  You instinctively maneuver yourself into a defensive position with your hands up. This all seems familiar. A cat with unusually large eyes falls from the sky and smashed a wooden stick straight into your hands. You were prepared for this. The cat continuously pushes the stick as a leverage to keep himself up, and to get pass your defenses.
  
  "persistent, aren't you?"
  
  High pitched screams resembling the sound of a train whistle in a loudspeaker squeezes into your ears. The ground shook with the fervor of natural disasters bind together. A multicolored flood is streaming towards you with incomprehensible lurches. A closer examination reveals it to be a crowd consisting of a myriad of cats racing towards you walking on two legs. They shout death curses and threats to capture you alive.
  
  You get a grip on the stick and windmills it with the cat gripping tightly and throw-smashes it into the planks. The cat commits a somersault and joins in with his comrades.
  
  You do not wait for the scene to unfold. Instead, you begin to run, traversing the streets of the familiar derelict town with a dexterity that surprises you. Corner after corner you turn in attempt to lose your enemies. The hissing and screams come closer as you keep your pace steady.
  
  The empty spam container rolls around on the wooden planks.
  
  As you turn the next corner, you leap from the roof of the house you are running on and drop down two stories to the floor. You execute the sequence of moves with finesse as you roll behind a wall of barrels and come to a rest with your back against the wall.
  
  You lean against the wall, panting. It seems that your dexterity isn't as good as you think it is.
  
  "There's an army of them." you gasp.
  
  "My body cannot handle doing this every night"
  
  > A new situation
  The wooden wall behind you shatters into a million pieces. Hands covered with white gloves reach out from the inner darkness of the residence and grasps on to your body. The hands latch on to every inch of your shirt and pants, preventing you from escaping. The fingers twist your hair, slaps your face, pinches your ear, and stretches your mouth.
  
  "Stop it!" you exclaim,
  
  "Although it doesn't hurt because-"
  
  You pause. Something feels different. A slight spark shocks the air as you realize the problem with a jerk. The high-pitched noise is gone. No. All sound is gone. This has never happened before. With an curious notion, you struggle to look up to find out what is going on. The crowd of cats have gathered in front of you, staring at you. They stand upright like humans on their hind feet. You feel uneasy among the gazes and close your eyes.
  
  A moment later, footsteps cause you to open them again. A Chartreux cat with white boots and white gloves is walking towards you. It stops just a few feet short of you and proceeds to gaze at you with a amused expression. Suddenly, the rooster wind crane gives a sharp cock-a-doodle-doo. A purple streak of smoke bores between you and the crowd.
  
  The Chartreux turns around.
  
  "We're out of time." he acknowledges.
  
  With a flourish wave of his paws, the hands grasping onto you disappears. After a few steps, he faces you again with a finger pointed at your head.
  
  "Our boss will meet with you soon enough; you better prepare yourself."
  
  You stare at him, but the purple smoke that he lifts with his tail obscures your vision.
  
  > Awakening
  A bright line of light, with white particles floating up against the purple plains like snow particles.
  
  You fell out of your bed again. The clean white sheets and purple carpet always cushions your head, but you still feel the pain of the bump every time. Laying their with your limbs spread apart, you slowly open your eyes, the sunlight that streams through the curtain opening blinding you.
  
  "What was that? That same dream every night..."
  
  You clumsily scramble to a sitting position, and stand up to a feeling of dizziness as blood flows from your brain to your other organs. You close your eyes for a moment, getting your bearings. Eventually, you rub your eyes and open them.
  
  "This time he said something about the boss showing up next, didn't he?"
  
  > After breakfast
  Railway Station
  
  You hold your card to the scanning system. A loud beep resounds and a red X flashes on the screen.
  
  "What's wrong?" Naomi calls.
  
  "Dang, my pass expired. I'll go get a ticket! Be right back."
  
  "That's exactly why I told you to get it renewed early!" She calls out, but smiles.
  
  "Must be tough playing the meddlesome wife." A voice calls out.
  
  Naomi turns and finds your group of friends waiting with their bags.
  
  "Hey Bella, Kevin! Wait, w-who's the meddlesome wife?"
  
  "Stop blushing; you're living with your childhood friends after all." Bel grins.
  
  "Bel! He's just staying at our house... That's all!"
  
  "Haha, sure he is." Kevin waves.
  
  "You too Kevin?"
  
  You run through with the ticket in your hands.
  
  "Sorry for the wait! Huh? Why are you blushing Naomi?"
  
  "N-nothing! Forget it." Naomi walks away.
  
  A pitched whistle conveniently interrupts the conversation, and your hair is blown back as the subway arrives to the station.
  
  > The Streets (extremely scary content)
  The city has it's own tempo. The pace in the streets is unstoppable. Like robots, the businessmen, lawyer, doctors, men in black suits, blue suits, brown suits, managers, and other people walk with stiff gaits towards their destination; their eyes never leave their station to give a casual look to their surroundings. In fact, if they had bothered to look, they would see nothing out of the ordinary apart from the girl sitting on the steps in front of an abandoned bookstore.
  
  The girl's eyes look melancholically at the pedestrians, blinking now and then as thought the girl will fall asleep at any moment.
  
  Her cloche lays on the floor.
  
  "The problem, is how I should describe the protagonist's surprise. How does a person act when they're surprised?" you mutter to yourself.
  
  You see a hat on the floor. Suddenly, it begins to move.
  
  "Is that hat moving?"
  
  Scrambling, you chase after the hat until you finally snatch it off the ground in a dark alleyway.
  
  A small kitten reveals itself from beneath the hat. It stretches happily.
  
  "Have we met somewhere?" you grin happily.
  
  Your grin is swiped off your face when you notice that the alleyway begins to darken. Black vapors from unseen alcoves bar your sight. The back street is suddenly pitch dark and dead cold.
  
  You can't see anything. You reach out with your digits, but you grasp thin air. You can't even see your fingers. An icy chill surges down from your spine. Your eyes searches blindly in the darkness. There is no comfort. There is only pitch black that's as dark as a basement.
  
  Sharp Laughter erupts from bleach white faces everywhere. The sharpest edge of the highest note on the violin. A blast of draught. wind brushes your neck and seeps into your shirt, clutching at your back. You step into something wet, and the cold liquid splatters all over your bare legs. A sudden patch of light appears. Dripping in the wet patch you're stepping on, you see the kitten curled in the tiny circle of light. The area outside of the light is pitch black. You feel a compelling urge to reach for the light. You need to get away from the face masks.
  
  You dive and reach your arm out to the light. The light shuts to darkness and an explosion of a bloodcurdling scream crawls into your ears.
  
  You took a step forward, but your feet hangs in the air.
  
  The huge head appears out of thin air, it's face expressionless. It's the body and claws attaching onto it a second later.
  
  It's the cat. From your dreams.
  
  > Reloaded
  The mist clears to strands, and you stare intently at the hat clutched between your fingers. a mask spins, and falls flat on the floor.
  
  Same shiver going down your spine.
  
  Same drowsy place with the same scenery.
  
  Same sky with fish skeletons fixated into place as if they are connected to invisible strings.
  
  "Oh my God." you call out, weakly.
  
  You turn your gaze to the mask.
  
  "I'm... I'm sure I was awake." you babble.
  
  "I was on a side-street in the shopping district, wasn't I?"
  
  You turn and raved at the crowd of cats, "Why am I here? Why are you here?"
  
  "Déjà Vu is the intersection between dream and reality." a voice acknowledged from behind you. "Welcome, boy; or should I say, thank you for accepting my invitation. My name is Chaser John Doe."
  
  You turn towards the voice. A man with a tail. No. The king of cats stand before you. The monster is clad in tattered clothing, with his face covered by a frowning white mask with black eyes.
  
  "As you visited our world, so I too have come to visit yours." The voice continued, "But, there's a little issue here. You see, I need a vessel from the other side to come out..." As he says the last word, a clang erupts, and you see him holding a crossbreed of a chainsaw and a guillotine. "You'll have to excuse me, but I'll be making use of your body."
  
  Your eyes shiver with the same ferocity as the shivering of your body, as you realize your situation.
  
  "Well, he is smart to be afraid! But there's nothing to be afraid of." The voice slowly chuckles, "You'll just be asleep for a while." Light glints off a sharp edge of a teeth of the weapon.
  
  > accept your fate
  You wait for fate to come to you;
  
  Fate does not enjoy being forced to move; As in life, you do not simply wait for fate. You must choose your own fate, and embrace it. Only then will you gain everything. If you wait, you will lose, and end up with nothing.
  
  A swirl of black;
  
  A swirl of wind;
  
  A swirl of pain;
  
  A swirl of death.