that one story

Real life, yet less real than ever before

 TaiWolf1234 opened his eyes. He looked in front of him ... blue ... grass? What, was he in Kentucky or something? Then he remembered what had happened and stood up, wavering a bit. Slacktivist caught Tai, and he straightened himself again.

 "Hey there, pansy, you fainted when you came here," Slack remarked.

 TaiWolf1234 grimaced at the rude remark. "I can't help it if I faint, Slack."

 "Hah. Whatever you say, Pansy."

 Pansy frowned. Great. Now he had a dumb nickname. "I'm fine now, you can stop holding my hand, creeper."

 Slacktivist struck a dramatic pose and said in an exaggerated voice, "Oн, вυт- му ℓσνє-!"

 "Shut up before I kick your ass, Slacktivist," TaiWolf growled. 

 Slack laughed and dropped Tai's hand, walking away. Tai, apparently less steady as he thought, crumpled to the ground. He groaned as his fingers hit something sharp. "Ugh...." 

 The sharp thing quickly went away, whatever it was. Maybe his hand had fell asleep or something. Was it just him, or did Tai see a shadow moving away from his hand? ... But who knew anything, anyways? 

---

 Jester stared at the sky. Green. Sky. He looked closer at the gathering black clouds and wondered if it was possible to rain here. Wherever 'here' was, mind you. Feeling a light tap on his shoulder, he turned around. 

 "Do you believe me now, Jester, about that asteroid?" Soardlo inquired quietly.

 VamKing12 jumped up and down with glee, ignoring the question. "Someone called me Jester! Someone called me Jester! Someone called me Je-"

 "VAMKING!!!" Soardlo screamed.

 xBobtheTigerx looked at them strangely as he walked nearby.

 "Ahem ... Well, I think that, after watching all of reality melt away into, well, THIS ... asteroids seem pretty likely by now," Jester admitted. 

 Tim walked up to Soardlo as Vam spoke. "Hey, asteroid boy! Do YOU know how this happened?!"

 "I've had a few guesses," Soard responded, "One, this is the dumbest dream I've ever had...."

 "Dumb dreams happen to dumb people," Jester joked. 

 Soardlo took a moment to glare at Vam.

 It was this moment, in fact, in which BaoChu chose to stalk up behind Jester. 

"Jester,

I have pretended to report you for your extreme rudeness.

Please f--"

 "-UCK OFF, BAO!" Tim shouted.

 BaoChu could not continue with his comment any longer, for Tim had smacked him in the face. The punch had knocked BaoChu far away, his unconscious body landing on someone else, but Tim wasn't looking. As if he'd ever give a crap about that anyways. Jerkface.

 "Get on with it, Soardlo," Tim huffed, shoving his fists into his pockets.

 Soardlo continued after a moment, "We could have had the asteroid destroy the Earth, and maybe this is ... Role-Player ... Heaven…?"

 "Highly unlikely," Pawzkat said, joining the group, "The transition from reality into ... whatever THIS is ... was more...."

 "Electronic," Soardlo, finished for her, "I was getting to that. 

My third guess is that it crashed into something electronically important, say, a satellite or something of the likes, and we were transported into another reality of some sort."

 "But why?" Pawz asked, "And how?" 

---

 "AAH!" birm123 screamed as BaoChu's flying body began to shadow him. It crushed him as it fell directly on top of Birm, and the weight of the sudden impact caused him to crumple to the ground in less than a second. "Someone get this fat jerk off of me!" Birm squealed. Unfortunately for Birm, Precisionfire23 was the only person nearby. 

 "Preci! Grape King is in need of assistance!"

 "...Only if you admit that I'm better than you," Preci replied with a smirk.

 "Preci!"

 "I'm waiting...."

 "PRECI!!!"

 "Well?"

 Birm123 hesitated. "you're better than me," he mumbled, giving up.

 "Good enough," Precisionfire decided. He heaved BaoChu off of him and proceeded to toss him a few feet away.

 "HAHAHA! On OPPOSITE DAY, that is!" Birm shouted as he ran away, laughing.

 "Then this may as well be Opposite WORLD," Preci called after him, then he, too, ran away.

---

 BaoChu woke up and moaned. "Uunnnngghhh...." His entire body ached, and his acne-infested face had the imprint of a fist. He shakily lifted his hurting head off the ground and spat out a mouthful of blue grass. He'd landed face-first on the ground, apparently, but Bao couldn't help but be suspicious of how many times he'd actually landed. He felt too battered for it to have just been once.

 BaoChu groaned again and dropped his head back to the ground. When he heard feet crunching in the grass, and getting closer, he attempted to tense his muscles. 

 "ungh...."

 Too much effort.

 "Hey, Jerkfaced Mini-mod! I've got a present for you," a voice said.

 "R-really?" Bao panted, too exhausted to lift his pathetic head and look up.

 "Yeah," the voice snarled sarcastically. Someone kicked Bao, but he never even felt it as he slipped into unconsciousness once more.

--- 

 LNG257 took out his gun, pointing it at BaoChu. "Hey, instead of kicking him, why don't we just get RID of him?" Not waiting for MangitungLeader's response, he shot the bullet straight at Bao's head. Blood began to trickle down his forehead, but it stopped abruptly. Something strange began to happen. 

 LNG and Mang took a step back as they watched BaoChu's skin turn black as the clouds. His features started to have a green outlining to them, and he began to fade. In less than a minute, he was gone, leaving no trace behind. 

 LNG stared at the empty space, shocked. 

"Where'd he go?" he whispered, in a state of disbelief.