Gage/Nick

Despite the bright white light, it didn't seem like one of the people gathered was going to be waking up any time soon. At least, not for the moment at least. They were dressed in a sleeveless button up vest. Under it, was a red t-shirt with a skull logo on it. The right sleeve was ripped slightly, causing it to hang a bit lower on the right arm. On the persons waist was a belt with various tools on it including a hammer and a screwdriver, and also seemed to help hold up a red-skirt. On their legs, were stockings with black and white stripes, her sneakers were light blue, with the heel and toes of the shoes being white. On her right leg, a wrench was strapped. On her head, was a cap with a similar skull design as the shirt on the front of it. It was an off-yellow color, and her hair was red and seemed to have zero sense of any styling or fashion with it. The most notable thing, however, was the fact her entire left arm was metal from the shoulder down. In all, the girl didn't look to be that old - maybe she had just gotten out of highschool.

The girl was laying on her side, occasionally muttering to herself in her sleep. She seemed to be in the middle of dream involving cupcakes, if her muttering was anything to go by. Must have been quite a good dream too, for her to ignore the others that were currently awake. Either that, or she was just a really heavy sleeper. However, with a sudden groan she rolled over onto her back, covering her eyes with her mechanical arm as she tried to block out the bright light. It seemed, she wasn't too happy with the offending light waking her up...

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Was that...a cupcake?...well, now this was a first. A dream about cupcakes. Not only that, they were purple. Well, purple was his favorite color, but eh...he couldn't say cupcakes were his favorite. He wasn't one for baked goods. Ice cream though? Yeah, he'd eat a tub by himself. The cupcake in question was quite large. It was at least as big as he was. Well, now, since this was a dream...he should be able to do whatever he wanted too, right? So...he should theoretically be able to turn that cupcake into a giant mountain of ice-cream. Well, this was a rather pleasant dream indeed! Even if he had a tendency to not remember any of them. Might as well enjoy it while it lasted.

Unfortunately, before he could even get around to it, the cupcake began to crack. Well, that was odd...this was going to be one of those weird dreams, wasn't it? Like on, with a giant talking deer with a human face or something. Why was it that he only remembered the weird dreams he had? Thankfully, the cupcake didn't explode into a talking human deer thing, and instead the cracks simply began to grow. Bright white light shone through the cracks. The cupcake began to tremble violently, before eventually exploding into a shower of impossibly bright light - he had to cover his face with a hand to avoid being blinded.

....and then, he was awake, laying on his back with a hand of his covering his face. Uuugh...well, that dream could have been weirder. The more important question now, was who in the name of god turned this freakin' impossibly bright light on.

"Uuugh...whatever jackass...turned that light on...turn it off..." He sleepily said. Well, at least, he was going to, but before he could a feminine voice said exactly what he was going to say. Huh, well, since that was said it seemed like he didn't need to say anything. You rock, chick who he had no idea who they were. He decided he'd at least agree with her.

"Ugh, I know right...turn it off..." Huh, another girl answered that time. Tsk. These women all talkin' before he could get a word in. Typical. At least...it was probably a different girl. They probably just had similar sounding voices.

...wait.

He was pretty sure there shouldn't be a girl in his house, let alone two. At least, not since he dumped his last girl friend when he started college. He was also fairly sure, that he didn't currently have a girlfriend. He was also pretty sure, that since he didn't drink, he couldn't possibly have gotten drunk and went home with someone or something like that. The more his sleepy mind began to wake up, the less and less sense this made, and the more panic began to set in. Kidnapped? Devious plot by someone to ransom him? Well, he wasn't exactly worth a lot and his bank account was barer than the Sahara desert in summer. Sigh...the troubles of being a 21 year old with student loans.

Slowly, he removed the arm from in front of his face, still having his eyes closed, letting them adjust to the bright light a bit before carefully, carefully, opening one of them. All manner of theories went racing through his head as he opened them. Abducted by aliens? Government experiment? Nazis? Unfortunately, any wild theory could hardly prepare him for what he was about to see.

When he opened his eyes, he was greeted with an endless expanse of white. Absolutely nothing aside from an expanse of white and cyan. It was actually quite pretty, when he thought about it. Kind of like some sort of abstract painting. He always did like painting even if he was crap at it. The sudden somewhat calming scenery caused him to let his guard down slightly, making him woefully unprepared for what was about to happen soon. He was also pretty sure he was still dreaming. No other place a scene like this could ever be anywhere.

Hearing a commotion, with a yawn, he turned his head to the left to locate the source of the noise. Some...fairy looking boy was charging at some...black thing with a...was that a popsicle stick?...yeah, okay, this was probably going to be one of those dreams, wasn't it? Well, it might be entertaining to watch for a bit. Also...where was the free popcorn? He couldn't even smell any. Fail, dream, you fail. Popcorn was standard for watching fights. Well, whatever. There also seemed to be a few other people laying about. Was that...Kirby...and someone dressed in a familiar green tunic? Well, at least he recognized two...uhm...well, a pink fluff ball and a person here. Huh, maybe there were a few other people laying-

And then, his eyes fell on his now mechanical arm.

"Kyaaah!" A startled, somewhat alarmed yell escaped his lips as he shot up, coming to a sitting position. At least, he was pretty sure it was his. It sounded vaguely familiar - but definitely a bit...higher pitched at the moment. He mentally passed it off as a quirk of the dream. Right. Right, dream.

"Okay...okay, I have a robot arm. Robots are cool." He held out the arm in front of him, inspecting his new arm, testing its range of motion. It seemed to be just as good as an actual arm. He reached over with his right arm and gave it a little poke. Well, aside from it being made out of metal and him not being able to feel anything with it. Well, okay, that wasn't so bad. He then turned his attention to his right arm. Fingerless gloves...some sort of...giant lock on his wrist. Looked like his shirt was torn slightly. Huh, was he some sort of junk robot or something?

It was then, his eyes finally fell downwards - he immediately noticed something was really, really, wrong. Aside from noticing his chest was a bit...uhm...heavier, than it should be, there were...Okay...so...boobs. He had boobs in this dream. He briefly pulled the shirt outwards and looked at the inside of his shirt just to confirm that they were, in fact, boobs. After a brief second of confirmation, he let out a small chuckle, before falling backwards and staring at the vast expanse of white and cyan sky blankly.

It hit him. That voice from earlier, was in fact his. There was no other girl in the room with him. Well, maybe. Whatever that black thing was might be a girl. He hoped not. That'd be all kinds of freaky. Anyways - point being...he was, in fact, a girl in this dream.

Fuck you, dream world. Fuck you and go to goddamn hell. If you were going to make him a girl, at least give him some bigger ones at least to make up for your fuckery. Fuck you too, universe.

Well, he was probably going to wake up soon enough. Might as well just sit here and contemplate the meaning of life in the meantime. "Mental note: For the love of god, never 'Kyaa' again or I will bash my head into a nonexistent wall."

Well, all things considered things could be worse. Things could always be worse. Say, he could be being chased by a dinosaur or have lost his pants or something. Well, considering he was pretty sure he was currently wearing a skirt, maybe it was pretty bad. Ah well...at least he could watch these other idiots fight for entertainment until he woke up from this weird dream of his. At least this would probably be over soon. He read somewhere that dreams only lasted a few minutes, actually no matter how long they seemed.

Still, something about this felt...off. Like, this was an incredibly life-like dream or something. He sat up with a small annoyed huff, crossing his legs and placing his hands on his knees while he tried to think of everything that had recently happened. Maybe this was just a weird dream given to him by those nachos he had eaten a few hours ago. After he ate those nachos, what did he do anyways?...he vaguely remembered something about the computer and a game. The memory was fuzzy at best, but he had never had a good memory to begin with. What was a little...weird was the fact that he clearly remembered Gaige from Borderlands 2 being in that game or something.

And that, is when it hit him. The mechanical arm, skirt, stockings, jacket and...uh...other assets. He looked like Gaige. Just to confirm it one more time, he reached up, pulling a strand of hear off of his head. It was red, confirming his suspicions. Just...just what in the hell was happening? On the off chance this was real, then that meant he had turned into Gaige. Which meant...these...boobs were real and that he had just pretty much turned into a girl.

...but that couldn't be, right? Really, people just didn't turn into video game characters. But if he had...then that meant Deathtrap should also be here somewhere, right? Or rather, he could summon him using his left arm. Now...how exactly was he supposed to do that? It would be a nice little test to see if he just looked like her, or also had her abilities. In the game, she made a motion with her arm to summon DT. Something...like this?

He moved his mechanical arm in the same way Gaige always did in the games. It couldn't be that simple, could it? Surprisingly enough, it was. As soon as he finished the motion, digital blue blocks appeared, quickly forming the robot. It made a mechanical sounding noise as he was summoned. The large robot hovered in place, its single eye studying the area around it emotionless, as he tried to actually wrap his head around what he had just done.

O.M.G. It was Deathtrap. Like, literally the Deathtrap from Borderlands 2. A girlish squeal escaped his lips as he went into fanboy mode. Or...fangirl mode? He wasn't entirely sure, at this point but screw that. He could summon Deathtrap. He tentatively touched it with his right hand. Yep, it was the real thing. Or at least it felt real enough for him to accept it as real. Did that mean...the others were real as well, then? He recognized link and Kirby. Maybe they were people who got caught up in this too - though they seemed like...well, most of them got to keep their bodies. Unlike him.

Well, whatever. Deathtrap. Now...what about everything else? If he was the character from Borderlands, he would need a gun. An Hyperion SMG or Pistol, specifically. Since Deathtrap looked like it had quite a few points into the Anarchy tree, he would need the accuracy stabilizers on those guns...Well, whatever. He'd figure it out later. For now, Deathtrap. How did he command this guy? Just...a verbal order or something?

Eh, whatevs. For now he would continue to sit and have DT make sure these guys didn't try anything on him-er, her?...Them? He she?...Ah whatever. Not like he would particularly care in the long run. He could just not tell these guys he was a guy at all, if it came up. Probably would be easier anyways. Eh...whatever, it seemed the fight was escalating a bit. Some wizard looking guy in a robe fired a blast of water at the fairy guy. The black guy then pulled a sword out of his chest?...ouch. What the heck, dude?

"Man..where's some popcorn when you need it. Or nachos. I could go for some nachos." She sighed. Might as well get used to using She. Probably what these guys were gonna call him anyways. Maybe she should go see Link or something. Out of everyone gathered here, he and Kirby were the only ones she recognized. Though, the fairy guy looked suspiciously liked Cirno, but she wasn't sure since she was never a big fan of those games.

"Um... hello."

Nick turned his head towards the voice. It was link. Huh, apparently link was a female. Suddenly, it felt as though hundreds of Legend of Zelda Fanboys cried out in rage. He chuckled a bit at this. A female Link wasn't something most LoZ fanboys were too keen on. At least, not any of the ones he had met anyways. Maybe he had just always met shitty people. Personally, he didn't care too much. LoZ games were likely to be good regardless. Except for those...CD-i games. But we don't talk about those. Well, whatever. Getting to know these other people would probably be a good idea. Well, not the idiots fighting. He didn't exactly want a part of that.

Unless explosions somehow got involved. Explosions were cool.

"Hi there!" Ugh. That pink puffballs voice sounded sickeningly adorable. That was going to annoy him a bit. "So your Link huh?'" Good job, master of the obvious. "Any idea what's going on? That last thing I remember is choosing Kirby on a screen, then falling asleep, and then I woke up in this adorable body. Oh and my leg isn't broken anymore!"

So, it seemed that...either this was a really elaborate dream, or something fishy was going on here and a bunch of people got dragged into this place after playing that game. This person chose Kirby, that girl chose Link, and he had chosen Gaige...goddamn it. If he had known this was gonna happen, he'd at least have chosen Brick. Or maybe the Gunzerker...what was his name? Salvador. Yeah, Salvador. Hell, actually, he'd probably chose a character form a different game entirely.

He sighed, pretty set on just ignoring them for now. Not like he was going to get friendly with them anyways. He'd just sit here until something major happened. Like, whoever dragged him here showing up so he can punch it in the face and make it send him back. Unfortunately, it seemed like he was feeling a bit...twitchy? Eh, not exactly the right word but sitting here doing nothing was actually starting to be a bit...annoying? Like, he wanted to get up and move and do something. Well...he could probably introduce himself to Link and the puffball.

He stood, brushing some of the sand and dirt off of his new clothes - a bit careful of his new assets. He was not going to be going anywhere near those unless he absolutely had too. After stretching his arms, he walked over to where Kirby and Link were.


"So...same thing happened to you guys, huh?" He asked Link and Kirby as he approached, walking over with DT floating behind him seeming a bit interested in the fight going on, probably ready to teach all of those morons a lesson if they even attempted to injure him. He wondered if there was a time limit on having him summoned, like in the game? Eh, he'd figure it out later. "I mean, this like ain't a dream right? Because if it's not, then this goddamn sucks." He complained. The language being used seemed a bit out of place, since he now had Gaige's voice. In the game, she had a bounty of 82 billion for messing with Illegal technology and excessive adorability...her voice included. He really hoped he hadn't picked up any of Gaiges personality, other than the voice. "Seriously, I had a whole lot of nothing to be doing right now...except, maybe a hot shower or something followed by chips and salsa."

"Alright, Whatever bullshit's started between you dorks over here you can knock it off. Else I might go ahead and knock you off,"

He turned his head back to the fight. A new guy had shown up. Didn't recognize him all that much either, though he looked vaguely familiar. Well, if they wanted to kill each other, cool. Wasn't his problem. He'd have DT break them up before they caused any serious damage if they got any more violent.