SMOSH AGAINST TIME: The Epic Conclusion (Book Three)

Chapter Twenty-One - Back to Reality

A-dizzle Padilla

   Bright sunlight entered my eyes, making me wince and search for the source: it was coming from a window beside me. I looked around and found myself staring up the ceiling and lying down on a soft bed in a room filled with Pokémon and Smosh posters.

It's my room.

I smiled and sighed upon discovering that the house was not reduced into a pile of rubble. My heart leapt with pure joy as a single tear came from my eye, flowing down the side of my face and falling on the soft mattress under me...

Everything is back to normal.

I rose up and tried to recall what had happened: We fought against Alloy Digital, Ian's family made up and Adrian had a change of heart. But after that, I couldn't remember anything else, I tried to connect the dots on how I ended up here all of a sudden but couldn't.

I scratched my head then noticed that the dirty white cast around my arm was gone, "Whoa." I looked at my arm, moved my fingers and squeezed it with my other hand, it was no longer broken since I didn't feel any pain that should've stung.

I blinked, there was no throbbing above my left eye and it wasn't swollen that had me half blind. There was no stinging sensation on my knee where the large scorch was. I looked down and also found out that I wasn't wearing my green mangled shirt, I was in my tiger pajamas instead.

"Huh?" I hastily ran to the bathroom and looked in the mirror: a man with wavy short hair with a thin but muscular built stared back at me, mirroring the same expression of confusion as mine... Well, it IS a mirror.

No wounds or bruises were on my face, not even a single scratch. All I saw were my rosy cheeks, thick bushy eyebrows and the trademark butt-nose.

"What the?" I gasped, shocked that there were no traces of battle scars.

Then a laugh came from the hallway. I dashed out of the bathroom following the roar of laughter and finding out that it was Ian, who was sitting on the couch wearing his favorite blue pajamas enjoying the morning cartoons. And by the looks of it he was also scratch-less and wound-less.

Ian looked at me and smiled, "Oh, hey, you overslept again." He greeted.

"How did I get into my pajamas?" I asked.

"What? You were in those since last night." Ian replied.

"No I'm not. We were back in the office." I said.

"Office?" He sounded confused.

"Alloy Digital."

"Our parent company? And what about those wounds?" The bowl haired man said.

"You know, when we fought each other back at the park?" I told him.

His forehead wrinkled, "'Fought'?"

"The Battle of Smosh?" I continued, "We fought donuts and Adrian brainwashed you to lead them against us. He even destroyed our house." I said.

"What?" He scoffed, "First of all: Adrian has been dead for four years, he died in a gruesome motorcycle accident." He said firmly, "—secondly, do you see any part of this house destroyed?" He stretched out his arms and I looked around: everything was back in order not even a frame out of place.

"Well of course, because we fixed the timeline because Adrian messed it up." I said.

"How could he mess it up? He's been dead for four years!" Ian chuckled.