Alton refused to get up. He was in the phase of regaining consciousness, but was adamant to force himself back to that wonderful darkness that is sleep. His alarm hasn't even gone of- "CRAP! I FORGOT TO SET THE ALARM!"
With a jolt, he sat up and looked around for his... room? All he could see is a group of very confused-looking characters, standing somewhere is an empty white void. "I'm just dreaming, right?" Alton thought to himself, "This is a lucid dream, my alarm is still ticking and I'm still in bed. But why does it feel so real? And- is something on my face?" He reached up and felt the beak of the rooster mask that covered his entire head. As he did so, he noticed his arm was wearing a beige sleeve. Alton looked down.
"Holy crap, I'm Jacket."
He took another look at the band of characters in front of him. We had Kirby, Link (female), a mage, that girl from Borderlands, that guy from DMC, and a crazy popsicle-stick guy attacking a black wolf. "This can't be a dream." Alton thought, "My brain can't have just made this up. What the hell happened?"