Kung Fu Panda : Lost.

Chapter 6: A New Purpose? Part 1

Chapter 6: A New Purpose? Part 1

A/N: Hey guys! Great seeing you're still reading this, I hope it's not too bad lol.

Anyways wanted to let some of you guys know that when you comment, or review, I've been responding to all of you who aren't guests, because I can't PM guests, RIP. But still, thanks to whoever you 'guests' are, I appreciate every comment.

Okay, okay, my rambling aside, enjoy.

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Masons Dreamscape:

It was dark and quiet. Then a bright flash appeared, and...

"AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

Where am I?!?!? I thought I was in that Jade Palace place...

Where the hell am I?

I'm just sitting down on a chair in front of my plane with my toolbox?

And it looks like I'm in an open hangar as well. It looks like a late night out with the skies somewhat lightly sprinkled with the glow of radiating stars. It was quite peaceful to say the least.

Was I dreaming? More specifically, daydreaming? Or night dreaming, as it's nighttime? Wait isn't that just called sleeping then?

Wait, wait, wait, I'm getting off track, back to the point.

So what the actual fuck is going on?

I started to pinch the bridge of my nose and think.

I swear I was just there, in that, 'other world'. Was I really daydreaming? I mean this is just so crazy! It all seemed so real. Was it really just my imagination?

Okay! Okay! THINK!! Why am I out here in front of my plane with my toolbox, in this hangar...

OH!

I was late out at night for one reason, to fix my plane.

Why am I fixing it though?

Wait, it's coming back now. I had just recently gotten out of a mission, and my plane was pretty banged up, so I was taking some time to take care of my baby.

So I was dreaming all that time! WHAT A RELIEF! I was probably tired and dozed off. Oh sweet baby Jesus! I'm not a religious man or anything, but goddam, thank the lord. I thought I actually got shot down and met that magic turtle! This is so fucking awesome! But... How did I dream about all of that? It all felt so real... Was I lucid dreaming? I mean, this apparent 'dream' or as I like to think of it, somewhat 'nightmare', felt so realistic? So what if... NOPE. Fuck this, fuck that, I'm back "home", that's all that should matter right now. Right? I mean back there I had a good opportunity to make friends, while here all I have is my insercerities and people who look at me as if I'm some sort of freak most of the time. I had a whole clean slate back there. So should I really be glad it was a dream, or once more, just a nightmare? Maybe it wasnt really a nightmare...

I let out a deep breath.

Okay this is bugging the hell out of me, think about something else Mason. You were just tired probably, and maybe a little bit drunk.

What to think about...

OH, I KNOW!

I had just called my plane baby. So in the purpose of thinking about something else, let me explain that. Okay, some of you may think this is weird but my plane had a nickname, baby, as I've said. I gave this plane the nickname because it meant a lot to me, so calling it baby was like me calling a lover 'baby'. As weird as that sounds, something weirder you guys should also know is that 'baby' has an actual name I gave it. This name was Yin. Why Yin? I hope that's the only question you're asking, and not why I referred to this plane as a lover. By the way, I'm not in love with the plane it's just that- Ah! You know what I fucking meant. Hopefully. Anyhoo, well because if you didn't know yin means a whole bunch of different stuff, but I know it mostly for two things, dark and cold. You see, most of my time living after the age of 5 was more dark and cold than sunshine and rainbows. Throughout my life, I was 99.9% positive I would die with the feelings of dark and cold forever pestering me. So naming my plane Yin was mostly for a dark joke, as this plane was really all I had left. It was like a stress ball, or somewhat comedy relief for me, it helped me calm down. Yin was near being the only thing left that kept me going in life, excluding my guitar and alchohol. It was odd, to be truthful.