Homebound → Fortnite [COMPLETED]

| chapter two |

{Narrator's POV}

Looking at John, Drift sighed and walked towards the entrance to the house, leaning against the tall brick pillars.

"I really miss it back on earth, I don't even fucking know what this place is." Drift mumbled to himself.

"Our worlds collided, you, unfortunately had to be near the 'Durr Burger' sign when it popped back up in this shithole."

John put a hand on Drift's shoulder.

"Besides, what exactly were you doing near that? Where even was it?"

Drift sighed. "It was in the California Desert, I got bored and found the thing, so I decided to spray paint my symbol on it and then I got sucked into here."

The two exchanged looks, both hearing the rift crackling as the loud rumble grew more loud.

"The storm is coming, I reckon?" Drift asked, looking inside the mansion to find Raptor and Carbide laughing their asses off at something.

What was it they were laughing at, though?

"No, the storm isn't coming. It should've been here hours ago. I'm guessing we're stuck here until Omega or Oblivion catch on."

"The fuck? Why would they need to-" Drift stopped, the thunderous noise grew near, sounding as if a building near tilted had been exploded.

"Shit, no time for questions, CARBIDE! we're going towards 'Loot Lake', and 'Tilted'. Our new recruit is probably in trouble.

Drift raised a brow and stopped John.

"What even is going on? You know I don't know this.. this whimsical bullshit?!"

John sighed.

"I have no time to explain, stay with Raptor, we'll be back as soon as night hits, your newcomer is in trouble."

Drift rolled his eyes. "I'm just as new as she is."

"Yes but you're not as bad as she is, just wait here, we'll be back."

John mumbled and ran off, the Rifts cracks becoming slightly larger, tinting more of a purpleish aray of nothingness.

Raptor walked out the door, looking at Drift.

"Come inside, I'll answer everything."
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"So.. why exactly did I get sucked into this.. this world? I was minding my business in California?"

Raptor sighed, looking at the broken TV, then back at Drift's confused, yet worried expression.

"Omega, or whoever it was sent out a missile from the hills near Snobby Shores, it went crazy, hitting the sky and making one huge crack."

Drift looked at Raptor, the man raised a finger and continued.

"That crack continued, creating more 'rifts' in the process, then, the Worlds collided, bringing the fucking Vikings, some other weird ass things, and basically you, from earth."

Drift rubbed his temples, grunting in the process.

"I don't understand, why me? I was just trying to graffiti that weird looking burger sign or whatever the fuck it is, then I got zapped into here, I look like a cartoon, blonde, masked weirdo."

Raptor laughed, Drift looked at him, confusion striking his face.

"You're meaning to tell me, you looked exactly like THAT when you got zapped in here?"

"Yes, what's so funny about that?"

"Nothing. It's just how worked up you're getting over it."