JOHN CENA!

>>442556
That's right, your name is JOHN CENA! You've achieved so many titles in pro wrestling that it's hard to keep track of them all. Though strength and trickery, you've won so many matches that fans have gotten sick of seeing you win.
By which you mean that games are rigged and you're just the one that rakes them in the most money.

You're unsure if the being before you came to you specifically because of your status, or if it's even aware of who you are at all. However, you doubt it would approach you without good reason.

Sick of waiting for you to answer its question, (though you expect that it didn't expect you to give the correct answer in the first place), it continues onward with its original topic.

"Above all else, I hate human desire. Wanting something that can't possibly be theirs. It drives me mad watching humans attempt to achieve impossible goals just because their rotting brains aren't able to get a grasp on what is or is not realistic."

You have no idea why the existence came to you in your dreams(?) to rant to you about human nature, but if you had to guess, it's going somewhere with this.

"If I could eliminate the laws of physics in your world so that any human could do whatever they wanted, I would. However, such a thing isn't possible without causing your universe to collapse instantaneously. That's why I've come up with another solution."

"What exactly is this solution, and why should I care?"

"What if I told you that you could create a small parallel universe, the contents and laws of which are for you to control?"

Okay, now the weird creature has your attention. "Is that what you're telling me?"

"Well, let's not split hairs here. Yes, it is. However, the basis of this world needs to be set up before you create it. There has to be one universal law, something like a wish, that cannot be defied even by the universe's master. Just tell me what this wish is, and I shall create the world for you."

So, you can create a world of your own based on a single wish? Sounds too good to be true, but at the same time, you're probably just dreaming to begin with. May as well have fun while you can before tomorrow's match.

What will this wish be?

>>442578
"You can't see me."

>>442583
"You can't see me", you answer to the existence.

Somehow, it seems confused by your answer.
"Is this truly what you desire more than anything? It sounds to me like you're just referencing your slogan."

"No, that's my wish." Of course there are things you want more in life, but you decide to not take this obviously fake situation seriously.

"If that's how it is, then so be it. I suppose I can work with that..."

Ever so slowly, the world around you seems to crumble as images from your mind warp into existence and manifest before you before disappearing once again. It feels as if the being is stealing straight from your mind, a sensation that leaves your mind feeling... disgusting. Impure. It's as if everything you ever have known is being read through like a book, bringing about it a sense of unease. You open your mouth, perhaps to speak, or perhaps to scream, but the words won't come out. Then, all at once, it stops.

cont...

>>442599
You'd never have imagined the day would come.
You had been fully prepared to cheer John Cena on in the match today. You had been holding onto your tickets for dear life for months, but when the day finally came, the news left you in shock.
"JOHN CENA - GONE MISSING"

Your name is Ellis Caesar. The calm type, you get your kicks from the thrills of pro wrestling. It doesn't control your life or anything, but it's a hobby you've followed for as long as you can remember. Being the type to root for the natural winner, John Cena had been your favorite for years now. So, with your day plans canceled, you lounge around at home.

That's when Skype starts to go crazy on your nearby laptop.
You consider ignoring it, as it's probably just one of your group chats going crazy over the news, but you also consider that it could be something important. Though, you don't feel like getting up. Though, if it keeps going off like that, there's no way you'll be able to relax.

Rather than wavering, you should just make a decision. Check it, or ignore it?

>>442616
>ignore it
Take a nap.

>>442616
Answer it, say "hello, plot hook?"

>>442902
You decide, ultimately, that the best option is to just leave it be while you take a nap.

While you sleep, you dream. Throughout the dream, you can hear a distant rattling, as if someone were moving a short distance away.

You've never been able to remember your dreams in the past. Bits and pieces stay with you as you awaken, but for the most part, all that sticks with you is the very last moments before you awaken.

With that said, even after awakening, you can distinctly remember the strange rattling that followed you the whole way through, despite not being able to recall a single other detail.

And that's because you can still hear the rattling, while you're awake.

Is there a burglar in your house? Not likely, because the sound seems very close. Even if the thief has the balls to strike while you're sleeping, you don't think anyone would think to try to steal from a bedroom that someone is sleeping in... unless they have the intention of eliminating the witness?

It's no good, all you can do by attempting to reassure yourself is make yourself more worried.
Should you play it safe and pretend to sleep, or should you wake up and investigate?

>>442941
Investigate - that strange rash you got from the cosmic "entity" you got too drunk with last night

>>442945
That was John Cena who talked to the cosmic being. You're not John Cena anymore.

>>442947
Who said I'm talking about the same entity?

>>442949
Seconded

>>442949
Fair enough.

You peek your eyes open ever so slightly in attempt to scan the room without attracting the attention of the intruder, but to your surprise, nobody appears to be there.

You're unsure as to whether you should feel relieved that the threat appears to be gone, or fearful that the threat may be hiding. However, all the same, you decide to finally get your lazy ass out of bed, because you doubt that sitting and waiting will help for much longer.

You flick the lights on to ensure one last time that nobody is there, and...? Suddenly, your vision begins to blur, and you feel a slight sense of vertigo. Strangely enough, you only experience this sensation when you look towards the lamp in the corner of the room. Look anywhere else in the room, and the sense dissipates.

The strange sensation seems to help you recall some of the... complications from the previous night. Everything from then still seems like a blur, but you seem to recall perhaps doing something you probably shouldn't have.

Before all else, you rush to the bathroom to check for rashes. You're not entirely sure if anything from last night went that far, but it's better to be safe than sorry. However, as you pull down your pants to check, you somehow get the same sensation as when you looked at the lamp before.

Then, there's a scream. A muffled scream, at that, but it still expresses a sense of distress. You look behind you, towards its origin, and experience the same vertigo as before! What the fuck is this? You could have sworn you've been sober and stable for most of the day now, but it feels like you're simultaneously drunk and in the midst of a really bad hangover whenever you look at one of these "dead spots."

Suddenly, overcome from exhaustion and pain, you collapse backwards, and your head lands in the toilet bowl with a splash. You black out.

cont...

>>442978
When you awaken, you find yourself back in your bed. You wonder if everything that just happened was part of a dream, but decide the chances are low since you remember the whole thing.

Whatever the cause of that whole ordeal was, you'd best test to see if it's persisting, and if it is, see a doctor. So, you pull off the covers and pull down your boxers. Getting a good look down there, to your relief, it looks just the same as it always has, and not a rash in sigh-

"AHHHH!"

You hear what seems like the same scream as before, but now completely unmuffled. You look towards the source to find a girl with pale skin and long black hair staring at you in what appears to be horror, with a trace of concern.

Well, this is awkward. You can't say you feel sorry, since this bitch is obviously trespassing in your house, but all the same you feel you should do something about this.
What should you do or say?

>>442989
"Tits or GTFO"

>>443000
The first idea that comes to your mind is an ingenious one. Her being a trespasser in your home, if you order her to show you her tits, she'll either give in to the command or get creeped out and leave. Praising yourself for your amazing plan and your even more amazing trips, you yell at her, "Tits or GTFO!"

However, neither of the expected effects occur. Instead, the girl turns away and asks you a question. "So wait... can you see me?"

Huh? It would be strange if you couldn't see her, right?

"Well, uh- does your dick look normal to you?"

Hold the fucking phone, who does this whore think she is to ask a question like that?!

"You have a problem with it? Does it look like there's anything wrong with it?!"

"Well- alright, so I guess this will take some explaining. Just... pull up your damn pants."

You begrudgingly cover up Ellis Jr. with the fabric of your boxers, and demand explain herself.

"See, the thing is... I'm invisible. Well, to everyone but you, I suppose." What? What did she mean by this?

"I just came in here to crash, that's all. I can't seem to physically move any solid object, so I can't get into my own house. I figured I'd slip into your house while you were walking inside through the door."

You tilt your head in response to the strange words, not really accepting a single one of them.

"And it seems like you can see more than just me, because, well..."

There seems to be something that she's reluctant to tell you.

"Spit it out." You speak up for the first time since she dropped the bombshell a moment ago.

"Your dick. It's invisible too."

And, there goes another bombshell.

"It looks like some monster took a big bite out of your crotch, insides exposed and all."

Oh sweet Jesus, you bet she'd rather have seen your dick itself than the lack thereof.

"So wait, am I expected to just believe this? That I'm the only one that can see you?"

"I heard you mention earlier that you wanted to see my tits, right?"

What? Why are you bringing that up now?

Instead of explaining herself, she begins to strip. You would expect a girl her age to be embarrassed or disgusted by such an action, but she kind of just seems disinterested. "Try not to get too hard, alright?"
You decide against speaking up, because despite the absurdity of the situation, you do indeed want to see her tits.

Before long, her bra is off and her breasts are exposed. They appear to be somewhere around C cups. Pretty good size, even though you prefer bigger.

"Why don't we go out on a walk?"

You see where she's going with this, and Ellis Jr. seems to like it. You think about going through with her plan, but all the same you could forget about the invisibility thing and perhaps spend some quality time together?

>>443042
Anal. Only anal. Be violent, we take what we want.

Use her invisibility to pull off a God-tier prank

>>443069
This

>>443071
Only after the anal, it clearly proves our manhood!

>>443069
>>443071
>>443074
I like where this is headed, but I've been up for nearly 24 hours now. I'll be back in a few hours.

>>443042
>can't seem to physically move any solid object
So, she's like a ghost? Pretty lame power...

>walk
>going through with her plan
Where is this going though? Does she want to prove, noone else can see her?

>>443296
>Does she want to prove, noone else can see her?
Yep. Also, I'm back. Update soon.

>>443069
>>443074
"Actually, why does any of that matter? Invisible or not invisible, what difference does it make?"

"Uh, so that means you believe me, or...?"

You beckon her to approach you, then stand up, lean close, and reach down for her-

"Oh, what the fuck."

Your hand is stopped the instant it attempts to slide into her pants. You attempt to move your hand up and grab her breast, but it doesn't connect either.

It seems as if there's some kind of force that keeps you from touching her, although one that you can't actually feel.

"I told you I can't interact with solid objects," she explains. "So that naturally means you can't touch me."
She seems completely unfazed by the fact that you're coming on to her.

You naturally grumble for a moment, but then realize that there may be an exception.
Moving towards her other side and pelvic thrusting towards her, you manage to knock her back onto the bed. Hah, it's just as you thought. Invisible can move invisible.

Luckily, Ellis Jr. is hard enough that you manage to slip it under her waistband and can pull down her sweatpants, but she takes the opportunity while you're fumbling to knee you right in the nutsack.

"GUAHH!" You attempt to keep focus, but it's becoming difficult.
"Look, can this wait until after something has been done about the whole invisibility problem? If you can fix that, then I'll have sex with you. Sound like a good deal?"

Hm? What's she going on about? "What makes you think I can fix this?"
"You're the only one that can see or hear me, so that makes you the only one that CAN fix it."
She has a point, it occurs to you. Still, you don't have the faintest idea what to do about this.

But you DO want to fix this, as well. After all, right now, you can't even masturbate. She's the only one that can do anything to your dick.

cont...

As much as you wanted to fuck her anally, you decide that attempting to force it on her isn't the best idea. You can't restrain her at all, since your dick is the only thing that can touch her. Thus, she'll have to comply with any move you make on her.

But then, something occurs to you.

You look down at your boxers and see that you're pitching a tent. How is that possible, if invisible object can't move solid objects? You decide to experiment with this.

"Stand up," you order her. She complies without asking any questions.

You pull a sheet off from the bed and drop it over her head.

Just like expected, the sheet is stopped from touching her, but since it can't phase through her, it simply lies atop her head, covering her like a cheap schoolchild's ghost costume.

"You can't move anything, but you also can't phase through anything. So the force that stops things from touching you can hold up anything that falls down onto you from above."

You tear the sheet off her face, and she seems legitimately impressed by this observation.
"Well, that's... wow, actually. You may be able to help me out after all."
Which leads back to the question of, will you help her?

You waver over the options. Naturally, taking up a job like this will change your life. But, you think that the benefits outweigh the downsides. You get your dick back, which would be convincing enough on its own, but she also says she'll let you fuck her if you do it right. So, you decide that you'll do it- on one condition.

"I'll help you get back to normal. But if- and only if-"

You decide that it may be going a little far to ask for both, as she doesn't seem like the type to put up with bullshit. If you ask her for both, you could just lose her trust. So, you'll have to pick. Will she help you pull a prank on your friend, or will she let you fuck her ass?

>>444307
I say prank, 'cause she agreed to sex if we help her.

>>444385
"-you help me pull a prank."

The girl's expression immediately morphs into one of confusion and consideration, but only for a moment before accepting.
"That's pretty petty, but I'll do it."

----

Your name is Jim Reiper. For weeks now, you've been excited to attend a wrestling match with your buddy Ellis, but much to the shock of the world, John Cena went missing just before the match. Thus, you're spending your time laying in bed and Skype chatting with some friends.

You're in the middle of a heated debate with one of your online friends over who the winner of the match would have been when the room goes black.
Dammit, your power must have gone out.
You grab your cell phone and prepare to call the power company when you hear strange noises in the distance. It sounds like someone might be here...? Only one person comes to mind, that being Ellis himself. He's the only one with a spare key to your house. Did he shut of your power? Maybe, though, someone broke into your house, and they did the deed. Or, maybe you're just freaking out over nothing. It could very well just be your dog, Annie, getting into trouble. All the same, you decide it'd be better to check it out.

By pulling up the camera app on your phone, switching to video mode, and turning the flash on, you're able to effectively use your phone as a flashlight. Making your way through the house, you smell something almost.... metallic? Like, perhaps, the smell of blood... Annie?

Instantly, your heart rate jumps up. Now it's really starting to seem like someone broke in, and to make matters worse, you have no idea if your dog is alive. That's when you notice, not too far in the distance, what looks like... a trail of blood? It leads downstairs, past the kitchen, and towards the front door.

Deciding that you very may well have to fight, you grab a knife from the kitchen to use as a weapon if anyone tries to attack. Then, you round the corner into the front hall... and the power comes back on.

Before you stands what looks like someone wearing a cheap ghost costume. Oh, what, was it just a prank? What did Ellis think he'd accomplish with something like this? He freaked you the fuck out with the power outage and the fake blood, but this is the climax?

Sighing, you walk up to the sheet-covered form. "Ellis, what the fuck are yo-"
You freeze as something occurs to you. If that's Ellis under the sheet, who turned the power back on? The breaker is in the basement, and there's no way he got back up here after flipping it back up in time to be standing under a sheet.

Did he bring an accomplice? That's the logical conclusion, but you can't imagine who that would be. Steadying yourself, you pull the sheet off the mystery person's head, only to find...

Eh? Nothing?

You reach out to where the sheet just was, and- your hand is stopped by some invisible force. You can't feel a thing, but you can't move through the air where the sheet just was.
So, that means...?

cont...

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>>444494
There's.... someone there.... but... there's no one there?

You freeze like a deer in the headlights. What does this mean for you?

But before you have time to act on your horror, the door to the basement swings opens in front of you, behind the invisible form.

You can now see the inward side of the door, as it is now facing towards you, and, written in blood, it reads:

>pic

You scream. While screaming, you hold your knife in front of you and dash towards the invisible figure, intending to stab it through the heart. However, you simply crash into the door and black out.

----

"Well, that was... effective," the girl notes on the matter of the prank you just pulled. Meanwhile, you're too busy laughing your ass off at his reaction to really take to mind anything she says.

You fall back flat on your ass, letting out a laugh so loud and obnoxious it's probably woken up any of the neighbors that have any sort of a decent sleep schedule, and certainly is annoying the fuck out of the rest.

"Hey," the girl calls out to you, obviously not amused.

"W-what?" you answer, barely able to contain your laughter for long enough to speak.

"Hand me that fake blood," she demands. So, you do as she asks.

Then, she blasts you in the face with it. "Ugh- hey, what the fuck?"

"Have you calmed down?"

You spit fake blood all over the floor. "Eh, don't look so smug," you growl at her with a scowl on your face.

"I'm not," she answers with a completely indifferent expression.

"On the inside, I know you are," you reply, intent on getting the last word in before you stand up to go wash your mouth out.

Soon enough, you're back, and the girl is waiting by Jim's unconscious body. "Are we going?" you ask her.

"Shouldn't we make sure your friend is okay?" she asks in reply.

"Eh, he's dealt with worse," you answer.

"If we don't tell him it was a prank, you sure he won't go insane or something? It really seems like he went over the deep end at the end there."

She has a point. should you wait for him to awaken, or just head back now?

>>444552
Wait for him to awaken, but take the prank even further

>>444585
You decide it's best to stick around, ultimately, as you figure that he very well freak out over this otherwise. But, then you get an idea.

You grab the knife from his hand, then rush out the front door and call out to the girl, "I'll be right back! Watch him while I'm gone!"

She attempts to say something, but is cut off by the shutting of the door.

When you come back a few minutes later, you have a pair of old jeans you've outgrown in hand. You take the knife and tear a hole through them at the crotch area, causing the girl to immediately see where you're going with this.
"If you don't need me for this part, I'll be in his bedroom," the girl calls to you. She then begins to climb the stairs.

---

You have no idea how long you were out for. However, you awaken to a sight all too familiar, yet one you dread to see in this condition- Ellis' face, covered in blood.

"E-ellis!?" you call out, distressed. Any grogginess from having just been unconscious is immediately overshadowed by shock, causing you to spring to your feet. And, that's when you see it-

"Jim... that thing... it got me..." Ellis painfully moans out.

A massive hole exposes the area where Ellis' penis should be, but-

There's a huge gap in his crotch, innards exposed and blood pooling all around it. That something- ate Ellis' dick.

And then, Ellis bursts out laughing.

---

You tried as hard as you could to contain yourself, but you just couldn't keep a straight face. Dammit, this happens every time you try something like this.

You stand up and walk back up the stairs towards the bathroom, intent on taking a shower, when Jim calls out to you.

"E-ellis?"

You turn your face to him, and you answer,

"It's just a prank, bro."

That's it for now. Next update tomorrow.

>>444618
>That's it for now
Thank you for writing!

So, we either become ghost hunters or prank master?

Sorry for being longer than expected, but I'm back. Stay tuned for the next update.

>>444618
"I've never heard of an STD like that before..."

After coming back from your shower, Jim was right where you left him. Seems the shock of it all left him unable to move from the spot. Eh, makes things a hell of a lot more convenient for you.

You ended up explaining everything to him, from the foggy memories of last night's "fun" with the something you can't remember if it was even human to how you passed out with your head in the toilet. You'd have omitted such details were you talking to anyone else, but you and Jim have been bros for the longest time. You know plenty more embarrassing secrets about each other.

"Yeah, and the poor girl has it all over her body. At least, that's the only explanation I can come up with..."

"So wait, you have this kind of problem on your hands, and the first thing you think to do is use it to play a prank on me? Why?"

"You know me well enough to know the answer."

"Right. You're a complete retard."

"No, I'm efficient!" you answer, triumphantly, as if you actually expect him to believe the explanation.

"Speaking of which, where is she right now?"

"In your bed, I think."

"No, I'm right here."

She pops out from right behind you.

"JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!" you cry out in astonishment.

She snickers, and replies, "I guess I can see where you were coming from with the whole 'pranking' thing."

"Well- actually, what was your name again?"

"Ah, I'm Vivian."

"Vivian? Hm, suits you, actually."

She scowls at you and growls, "I've always fucking hated my name."

Orrr not, you suppose. "Well, what would you prefer I call you?"

"Just 'V' for now."

You note that Jim is looking at you like you're conversing with the spirits of the great beyond or some shit, so you attempt to introduce the two, well aware that Jim can't see her and V doesn't give a shit. "Well, Jim, this is V. V, that's Jim."

"Uh... hi."

"I think it's a little too late for introductions, considering I've scared him 99% of the way to death by now."

Since Jim clearly doesn't know where to look, you grab the sheet that's currently soaking in fake blood, cut a couple eyeholes, and drape it over V's head.

"Ehh... I'm never gonna get used to that," Jim notes as he backs up uncomfortably.

cont...

>>449428
"If I could, I would take this sheet and whip your ass with it until it's as red as the sheet," V states in monotone, as if making a simple observation.

For once, you're glad that the sheet is covering her expression, because it likely isn't pretty right now.
You have to admit that she's kinda terrifying. The hot kind of terrifying, though.

You figure you should try to make good on your promise to V, but it's not long before you realize that there's not much to do without any leads.
So you end up just lazing around in Jim's place for a while, much to the frustration of V.

In the end, V decided to take a nap, telling you to wake her when you decide to leave. She's currently laying on the couch across from you while you scroll through news reports about John Cena's disappearance.

That's when you notice something that you missed before.

In one of the videos reporting on his disappearance, on the scene at the stadium- what is that? There's something moving in the background-

It's getting closer, waving its arms, upon which you realize it's a he, and he's-

"John... Cena..."

Despite the fact that he's clearly right behind the reporter, attempting to grab her attention, she doesn't notice him even when he reaches between her face and the camera. That's when it hits you.

John Cena isn't missing.

They just can't see him.

You rush over to V to tell her the news, but when you approach and call out to her, she attempts to slap you away.

Of course, she doesn't succeed in doing so, but still, didn't she tell you to wake her up? You guess she's a heavy sleeper.

How should you wake her up?

>>449479
Try pouring water on her. Will the water avoid her?

>>449502
You try getting a glass of water from the kitchen and pouring it on her head.

It all flows over her without getting her wet at all. You're quite certain she didn't even feel it, and now the couch is completely soaked.

Well, that was a bust. What now?

>>449594
Yell at her? If that doesn't work you can tip her off the couch and as a last resort give her the old dick-in-the-face routine

>>449728
Seconding the dick-in-face part.

>>449728
>>449740
You decide that it's best to fight invisible with invisible, unzipping your shorts.

After ensuring that Jim is nowhere nearby, you pull your boxers off as well and give V a few slaps across the face with your dick.

However, you couldn't have anticipated what comes next.

Right as Ellis Jr. is about to slap right past her mouth, she opens it wide and bites down.

Fuck, this girl's jaw is strong. You try to pull back, but she isn't relenting. To make matters worse, your crotch is the only part of you that can really touch her, so slapping her awake or something is no longer an option.

It seems like only a matter of time before she bites it clean off, so you have to do something, fast.

Thus, you scream. While screaming, you pelvic thrust against her face. And eventually, she lets go, causing you to fly backwards when you thrust backwards. You slam your head hard against the coffee table, and black out.

cont...

>>449881
Welp that went terribly.

>>449881
When you wake up, you're back in your own bed. What the hell? Was it all a dream?

Of course it wasn't, though. You look to your left to see V is right next to you, watching your face from inches away. Her expression is blank. She doesn't seem at all disturbed by the surprisingly intimate distance between the two of you.

Knowing her, you imagine that she's either not bothered by being so close to a man, no matter how disgusting she may deem him, or she simply doesn't see you as a human at all. Maybe it's a little of both.

"Wait... how'd we get home?"

"You fell onto the table at an angle, so I was able to get under you and pick you up. I brought you back."

"And did anyone see you?"

"Well, I mean, nobody saw me, but yeah, they saw you floating through the air."

"Great. Wait, how'd you get into the house?"

"I wouldn't be able to use a key even if I had one, so I just smashed you through a window and climbed in after you."

"You fucking bi-"

"I'm kidding. Jim carried you."

Oh, okay. That does make sense, since Jim has the spare key.

After a second, you recall your discovery from before.

"Ah, right. I had something to tell you about."

"What is it?"

"You know how John Cena disappeared?"

"Yeah, but I didn't really give a shit. Why?"

"He's invisible."

That clearly caught her attention. Her eyes widen, and she pushes herself up a little.

"Seriously?"

"Yeah. I watched a news report from earlier today, and he was clearly there. But nobody could see him."

"Well, it's good to know that I'm not the only one, but what does it matter?"

"When exactly did you turn invisible, and what caused it?"

Her expression shifts to one of pondering. She thinks for a moment.

"Just last night, I think. And that night was a blur. I got real drunk, I think, and I remember something weird coming into my house, maybe...? What does it matter?"

"I remember something similar. I was in bed with... something, last night, but I can't remember who, or if it was even human."

V looks disinterested again. "Well, that was irresponsible of you."

"I was drunk, give me a break. Didn't the same thing happen to you?"

"It had nothing to do with sex for me. I just remember getting covered in something."

"Well, I guess this explains why it only happened to my dick... Ah, and sorry about earli-"

Her face shifts into a scowl once more. It's a scowl that could kill a man with a fainter heart, you swear.
"I wasn't bringing that up for a good reason."

"Ah, yeah, sorry... But my point is, if we want to learn more about what's causing this, wouldn't it be best to meet other victims of this invisibility problem? And we know exactly who one of them is, too."

"So wait, are you saying-"

"Let's go find John Cena."

"I was worried you'd say that."

-END OF CHAPTER 1-

>>449915
You could never forget the place you're in right now. It's too abnormal not to leave a permanent scar in your long-term memory.
Surrounding you are shapes and colors that the human mind is incapable of recreating.

In other words, as unforgettable as this place is, it's so far gone from reality that absolutely nothing could remind you of it.
In other words, this scene is going to be locked away in your long-term memory in a place that your short term memory cannot access, like a locked file you've forgotten the password to.

A creature stands before you. It's a being that is just as incomprehensible as the world around you.

It babbles on about human nature and the frustrations of watching people strive for goals they cannot reach without the proper "tools", like a player of a video game attempting to reach a location or defeat an enemy without realizing it lacks the item needed to achieve victory.

You can relate, but you also have no idea where it's going. That is, until it makes an offer.

"I can create a world for you that bends to your whim. It will be under your control, built on the foundation of a single desire. In other words, I can grant a wish for you. This is the 'tool' you need to reach your ultimate goal. So, will you make a wish?"

It doesn't take long for you to realize that this being isn't fucking around. So, you think long and hard about this offer.

What is it?

What is it that you truly desire in life?

You make your decision...

---

But we're getting ahead of ourselves here. Or behind, perhaps? Regardless, you cannot make this decision now, as this scene is not occurring at the present moment.

Let's return to the "right now", for now.

---

You stand outside the massive stadium where the big match was meant to take place. Though you doubt he's here anymore, it's not a bad first place to look.

V was incredibly reluctant to participate in this manhunt at first. She believed that not much would come of finding him and that you simply wished to meet him because of your obsession with him, and well, she may have been right.

However, you managed to convince her upon reminding her that she herself said you're the only one that can help her, and if she wants your help, she'll play by your rules.

After a quick search of the perimeter turned up nothing, you figured he may be inside the stadium itself. However, much to the dismay of the rioting fans, the security guards don't plan on letting anyone in.

Clearly agitated by the lack of success, V voices her complaints.
"Let's just go, Ellis. He's not going to be in there anyway."

"Where else would he be? He can't get into his own house anyway, right?"

"So he's probably wandering the streets, or seeking shelter in someone else's house, like I was."

"But admitting that means admitting that he's basically going to be impossible to find."

"True enough, I suppose," she finally replies, slumping her shoulders.

She then asks,
"So, what's the plan, genius?"

>>450016
Can invisible people use phones? Does he live round here? Also Fuck V, we definitely need to find Cena

>>450031
Because if anyone can get out dick back it's him... right?

>>450031
No, they can't. If you'll recall before, V's scream was muffled before Ellis could completely see her. In other words, nobody but Ellis can hear her, either. Same goes for Cena.

Cena doesn't live nearby, but there's a match here today, so he flew over here just the other night. He's staying in a hotel, but they obviously don't know which one.

V probably thinks that Cena is just another victim of the invisibility problem, and thus wouldn't do them any good, because he wouldn't bring them any closer to the goal. Though, it's a bit silly for her to object to the only lead they have.

>>450016
>>450079
We find John Cena using our secret MacGuffin Device.

>>450316
You consider using a MacGuffin device, until you realize you don't have one. You insult yourself for being so stupid.

"Don't tell me you came into this without any semblance of a plan," V drones.

"I have a plan!" you hastily exclaim. "Er, well... I'll come up with one."

"Well, I'm waiting," she answers.

You consider the information you have available.

On the matter of whether or not Cena will be useful to discovering the solution, you don't know. He very well may be just another hapless victim of this phenomenon, but he's also the only lead you have.

The scenario you're hoping for is that he'll know something about the cause that you don't. Identifying the cause is definitely the first step to finding a solution, and if you get John Cena then holy shit it's everything you've ever dreamed. Er... ahem. So, the best option is to seek out Cena.

As far as the local area goes, there's really only two places he's more likely to be than anywhere else, and that's either here at the stadium, or wherever it is he's staying.

You don't know where John Cena is staying during his time in the area, but you doubt he'd be there anyway. He'd have no way of getting in, after all. So the stadium is the best bet.

That doesn't mean he's not wandering around the area, though, nor does it mean he hasn't already left. He may have snuck onto a plane back to Florida already.
If that is the case, you're most likely fucked, though, so it's best to assume otherwise. So, again, the stadium is the best bet.

If you can get into the stadium, you'll be able to either find Cena or cross the stadium off the list of possibilities. Every entrance is guarded, but one side of the building has neither entrances nor guards. It might be a good idea to base your plans around that.

As far as the budget that can go into this plan... there isn't much. It's near the start of the month, so you still have most of the monthly cash you receive from your parents. However, that's meant to last you the month. Spend it on tools to execute your plan, and you'll surely have to get a job. That may be a risk you'd be willing to take, but you'd really prefer not to.

So, you ask yourself once more.

What's the next step of your master plan?

>>451119
Find the area with the least amount of roiting fans, use our invisible dick to appear wounded, and when a guard comes over (cause one probably will), V sneaks into the stadium and searches for John Cena. If she finds John Cena, they sneak out together through the way V came in if possible, if not, they use Cena's knowledge of the statium to sneak out. After they sneak out, they meet us at the hospital.

>>451318
Seconding

>>451318
Keep in mind even V herself can't see invisible people, although she is one.
Though, Ellis can see invisible people even in camera footage, as we saw earlier.

>>452608
Alright, take 3.
As we saw earlier with the sheet ghost, V can sort of wear stuff, so we put gloves (preferably clear, plastic ones) on her, allowing her to interact with things. We then buy iron oxide and powdered aluminium at the nearest paint supply or home improvement store (which you can do, I have done it), and use those to create thermite. We then have V sneak up to a maintenance enterance, and burn through the lock with the thermite. She then gives us the signal (i.e. yelling, as only we can hear her) and then we sneak inside with her. Once inside, we search for Cena while V watches for guards. If and when we find him, we sneak out the way we came, go home, put gloves on John Cena, and get his autograph.

>>452742
Now THAT'S a plan I can get behind.

"Alright, I think I've got something," you answer V with a triumphant tone, almost as if saying 'Ha! And you thought I couldn't do it!'

V must have picked up on the subtleties in your voice, as she replies, "Well, tell me what it is before acting like you've already won. And wipe that massive grin off your face."

What gri- oh, wow. You actually do have a massive fucking ear-to-ear grin.
Shaking it off, you put on your serious face and begin to explain.

"First, we'll need to head over to The House Depot in the next town over. There's a few things we'll need to buy to get ready. First off, gloves. I'm sure you'd be able to wear them, all things considered, and they'd allow you to interact physically with objects. We can get a bunch of different kinds there and test to see which kind is the most efficient. Secondly, we'll need to buy some iron oxide and powdered aluminium to make thermite."

"You're joking, right?" she questions. Up until the moment you mentioned thermite, she had been following your explanation with her typical expressionless face, but now she's staring at you like she's concerned about your sanity.

Disregarding her objections, you answer, "No, I'm serious. Like we saw before, the side of the building that faces the alleyway has no rioting fans, no guards, and exactly one maintenance entrance. You use the gloves to use the thermite to melt the lock, then signal me to follow you inside. It doesn't matter what the signal is, since only I can hear you. You may as well scream. Then, you watch for guards while I search for Cena. If we find him, we sneak out the way we came, go home, give Cena some gloves, and get his autograph. If we get caught, you're my backup. Not only can they not see you, but in your current state, you're pretty much invincible. You get between me and them and there's no chance that either of us will be in any danger."

"I suppose so," V begins to object, a bit of concern shining through her poker face, "but-"

"Really, there is no 'but'," you calmly interrupt. "Can you think of anything they could do that could hurt you? In this state, I'm pretty certain even bullets would bounce off of you."

"Well, you may be right... No, I'm sure you're right. But, well, alright. I'll do it, but only because it's your life at risk and not mine."

Hold on, what was that just now? You thought at first that she was worried the plan would get her in trouble, but it looks like she knew the whole time that was next to impossible. Is she actually concerned about you? ...Nah, that's too unlike her.

"Alright," you finally declare, wiping doubts from your mind, "let's do this."

cont...

>>452860

In the end, the plan ended up cutting a whole 85 bucks into your monthly budget. V was absolutely unwilling to pitch in, especially considering you'd need to smash a window or break a lock to get into her house to begin with. So, that's a shame, but it could have been worse.

-$15 for powdered iron oxide (5 lbs.)
-$40 for powdered aluminum (5 lbs.)
-$7 for box of latex gloves
-$23 for pair of work gloves

You bought both a box of disposable latex gloves for fine maneuvering and detailed work and a pair of tough leather work gloves for more heavy-duty handling that would likely cause latex gloves to rip. It doesn't really matter which you use for this plan, though it's nice to have both for future usage.
V seemed slightly impressed with your ability to think ahead, though the fact that it meant she thought you lacked such an ability to begin with made it seem more like an insult.

Keeping in mind the risk of being caught, you realize it's best that you do something to conceal your identity. Otherwise, even if you managed to escape, you might be recognized at a later date during investigations. That's why you return to Jim's house to take the fake blood soaked sheet, and use the part with the eye holes you already cut out to make a head veil. You stow it in your bag to as to not look suspicious among the crowd.

In the end, the first part of the plan goes without a hitch. V melts the lock, using a pair of latex gloves to as to avoid risking the quality work gloves, and shouts for you to follow. You slip into the alleyway, slip on the head veil, and slip inside. What you hadn't considered before, however, was the security cameras. The back hall where maintenance comes through is monitored just the same as the rest of the stadium building. You notice a camera, and can tell that it's capturing you from where you stand, so you simply rush away, hoping that the security guard has dozed off like in that one movie cliche.

Unfortunately, you turn out to be wrong.

It's not long before V rushes over to you, exclaiming, "I think I hear them coming!". She's obviously trying to keep a straight face, but a slight amount of worry is indeed cracking through.

Well, congratulations. You got yourself caught.

Will you make a break for it now, sprint to cover as much ground as possible, just to ascertain whether or not Cena is here, or something else?

>>452931
Sprint to find John Cena.
If we find him, put gloves on him so V can see him, and have him follow V to our house. Since we are not fully invisible and just stopped moving for at least a minute, we will likely get caught, so we allow ourselves to get caught so the others can escape.
If we dont find him, we instead run for the/an exit and escape, using thermite if needed.

>>452957

You begin to sprint, leading V by the hand, though she reflexively pulls her arm away, causing her hand to slip out of the glove. At first, you think to simply deposit the glove into your pocket, but then you decide to put it on your own hand so as to avoid leaving fingerprints.
Wishing that idea had occurred to you earlier, you turn around to beckon V to keep up, only to find she's a faster runner than you are. She ends up taking the lead before you know it and you struggle to keep up until she realizes and slows down.

God dammit, you need to quit skipping leg day. You get the feeling V wants to say something similar, but she doesn't, considering the situation.

Soon enough, you find yourself in the actual bulk of the building, the room where the ring is located.
From up here, you can see the security guards jogging towards you at a decent pace. Well, for them you figure it's decent, but to you it's a pace you probably wouldn't be able to keep up for longer than five minutes. Anyway, they're climbing up the stairs towards you, so you figure you need to lose them.

After quickly scanning the seats to ensure Cena isn't among them, which he doesn't appear to be, you locate the nearest exit- on the other end of the room, where guards are rushing in. Well, that's just lovely. And you can't come back the way you came at this point, since the guards are coming at you from that direction as well.

You consider your surroundings once more.

In the center of the room is the wrestling ring. As the room is built for people to be able to see it from any point, you doubt cutting through the middle would be very advantageous for you.

Along the outer rim of the seating area, where you're standing right now, there's the door to the maintenance hallway, the press box, and the door to the control booth.
You just exited the maintenance hallway, and like you said before, returning the way you came in isn't much of an option.
The press box has two doors on either side, which you presume must be able to lock, and both are open. However, you assume that the security guards must have the means to unlock said doors.
The door to the control booth is closed, and very well may be locked, but there's a window between the two rooms, so you imagine that if nothing else, you could break the glass to get in.

Unfortunately for the guards, some of the rioting fans are attempting to burst through the doors, causing a bit of a struggle near the entrance. Once that really starts to break out, it will probably be easy to slip through the crowd and escape through the main entrance. So, biding your time and using the ensuing chaos to make your getaway certainly isn't a bad plan.

And you mustn't forget- you have V on your side. Knowing that there's nothing the guards could do to her that would put her in any danger, she's ready to accept basically any plan you come up with.

So, how are you going to get out of this one?

>>453075
Bide our time while keeping an eye out for Cena, then slip out when possible.
Of course, if we see Cena, we try to get him to follow us.

>>453142
Biding your time is the plan, but how do you go about not getting caught while doing so?
You don't think it's very likely that you'll be able to outrun them for long.
Will you hide? Or perhaps plan to use your surroundings to get away from them?

If you had to make an estimate, you'll probably have to bide your time for... 5 minutes, give or take.

>>453209
Hide in the stands

>>453218
Not having much time to make a decision, you try to simply hide away from the eyes of the guards.

To do this, you dash into the press box, closing the door behind you and locking it. Though this won't stop them, it'll slow them down enough for them not to have a chance to catch up before you slip out the other side.

After exiting through the opposite door, you check to ensure nobody saw you, then quickly hop over a seat, landing on it rather than the floor to avoid making noise, climb down onto the floor, crawl down a few rows, and hide between the seats. Meanwhile, V climbs over the seats, since she doesn't need to concern herself with getting caught.

You beckon her over and whisper to her that she should lie down on top of you to cover you from any surprise attacks in case they find you. After staring at you for a moment like you're a rotten dog shit she just stepped on, she twists her expression back to her standard poker face, nods once to indicate her agreement, and obliges.

Turns out having her do that was a good idea after all, because it's not long before you hear, "What the fuck?" from a voice you don't recognize.

Panicking, you stand up immediately to see that one of those fuckers just tried to tase you! Of course, the guy's incredibly confused as to why his hand stopped, but rather than questioning it, he starts coming at you with it again. Luckily for you, V blocks it again, and is completely unaffected.

She turns to you, once again with that forced poker face with concern shining through the cracks, and simply orders you to "Go."

You nod in response, acknowledging that if you don't leave now, you'll miss your chance to.

You quickly rush down towards the entrance, running over the tops of the seats and nearly falling over several times, fueled purely by adrenaline at this point. After blocking one more swing from the taser, V quickly dashes to your side to protect you from any other oncoming attacks.

But then- "WATCH OUT!"

A distressed cry.

...

bang.

That's when V collapses onto you.

You poke your head around behind her, and pull it back immediately after what you see.

The guard with the taser from just a moment ago has apparently decided to say 'fuck the rules' to keep you from getting away. Thus, he's pulled out his pistol, and has already fired it several times. And he still is firing it.

bang.
bang.
bang.

"H-hey, V! V!" you call out, worriedly, trying to shake her even though you know it's impossible.

"Heh..." you hear a small chuckle.

"You were right when you said that I could take bullets," she declares, turning her head to you. On her face is what you'd call the most sincere smile you've ever seen her make. But her eyes aren't smiling. They're burning with a fire for action.
"I'll cover you. Let's get out of here."

That's all you needed to hear.

cont...

>>453302
Instantly, you leap over another row of seats while V follows closer behind than before, shielding you to the best of her abilities. Once you get near the crowd, the guard stops firing so as to avoid civilian casualties.

At this point, the guards attempting to stop the flow of the crowd start making their way towards you, but this only makes both jobs harder as the people flow in at an even greater rate than before. It's like if a dam were to attempt to grab something that had fallen into a river. It just causes all the water they were holding back to escape past.

This is exactly the result you had hoped for. Though the crowd flowing against you certainly makes it harder to escape, it'll be hell for the guards to find you in this sort of chaos. So, you move against the flow, slip your head veil onto someone else that looks somewhat like you, and break out the other side outside the building. You rush home after that.

"...Well, that could have gone a lot better," you note, laying back on your bed.

But, of all things, V replies, "Well yeah, but it was kinda fun."

"V wouldn't say something like that. Are you actually one of the security guards in disguise?" you ask, sarcastically.

"I am, and you're under arrest," she says before lying down on top of you again, spreading her arms out on either side to block you.

And it's somehow pleasant, even though you can't feel her at all.
...
Though, it's incredibly unpleasant when she falls asleep, and you're unable to wake her up when you need to go to the bathroom.

That's all for tonight. I don't know when the next update will be, but it shouldn't be a long wait. A day or two at most.

>>453360
News of your escapades are spreading like wildfire, with all the news channels scrambling to report on "the mystery extremist fan" that broke into the stadium.
They were able to figure out rather quickly that the random civilian you slipped the head veil onto wasn't the actual criminal.

This is getting much larger than you expected, and you're starting to wish you had covered your trail better. They'll probably be able to trace back the purchase of the ingredients of thermite to you, and from there it's just a matter of time until they figure out it was you.

"So, I guess that crosses the stadium off the list of possibilities," you sigh.

"Yeah. Even if he was there, and we just missed him, I doubt he'd choose to stay after what just happened."

Now, this leads us to the million dollar question. If we're going to continue looking for John Cena, would it be a good idea to keep looking around here anymore? After all, it's likely a matter of time before they trace this whole thing back to you, so it might not be a good idea to show your face around here much longer. But, of course, if he is still here, then leaving means you're going to miss him.

So, will you keep looking around here, or will you move on to Florida?

>>464863
Move on to Florida.
Stuff V into our luggage so we dont have to buy a second seat on the plane.
Either that, or road trip.

>>466883
Also, I am VjXuHRqK, I'm just traveling at the moment.

>>466883
>>468051
I'm sure I don't need to say this, because you're probably in there already, but I've already started another thread.
Here: >>465467
We're taking a break from Ellis and V for now, and we'll be starting with this prompt >>464863 at the start of the next chapter.