Chapter 1: Truck-Kun Strikes Again!
'What is this place? Why is it so dark? What happened? Hang on... Did I die?!" Theodore thought to himself. He tried speaking, but no sound came out, no matter how hard he tried. 'I did die! Holy shit! Am I in Hell?'
Theodore Nevan found himself inside a vast expanse of endless darkness that went on endlessly in all directions. There was no light, no air and no gravity — Theodore was just floating there, with no destination in mind and, even if he had one, he had no way of reaching it. Not that he'd have one, anyway, considering he had no idea where he was.
It took a couple of moments for Theordore's eyes to adjust to the darkness surrounding him. As he did, he decided to reflect back on how he even found himself in this situation to begin with. If he remembered correctly, he was just returning home from work...
[A Few Moments Prior]:
[Dallas, TX]:
[22:42 PM CST]:
Theodore Had just gotten off a twelve hour shift at work. He worked as a Creative Director for a leading architectural and design firm; he was the youngest Creative Director of his position in the Dallas area, at only 23 years old.
Theodore always worked hard for everything he earned. He grew up in a lower middle class family that was closer to being poor than they were to actual middle class society. Still, though, the Nevans were very big on education, as are many African American families found in the South.
Perhaps that is why Theodore graduated high school at 14, though that was mostly possible because he was home-schooled for most of his academic life, which was probably for the best, honestly. He graduated college at the age of 17, with a Master's in both Design and Business Management. He found that wasting 8 hours in public school, listening to a lecture he could read in under an hour to be boring and counter productive, as well as an affront to his creative geniusness.
Typically, Theodore tried not to overwork himself — Working over 8+ hours in brainpower was not good for his creative juices. That said, the project the company was currently working on required much more attention than the others were giving it given its importance.
That's why Theodore had stopped by the gas station to get a god-awful cup of gas station coffee at half past 10 at night. He had planned to pull an overnighter at his home, where he would work some more on the project, get ahead. He knew that if they didn't meet the quota and deadline, the company would miss out on a golden opportunity.