Chapter 24: Motorboating My Trauma
The room began to glow, slowly illuminating around Finn as he pushed himself to his feet. He spun around, frantic, searching for an exit—anything.
But before he could even think about bolting, a white-hot flash lit up the entire space. "Ah—what the hell!" Finn hissed, shielding his eyes.
When the light faded, Finn cautiously lowered his hand.
And froze.
No swamp. No talking severed head. No sexy goddess riding him like a pack mule.
He was back.
Back at his college.
He stood in the middle of the outdoor commons—the exact place students would come to eat lunch. All around him were benches, backpacks, food wrappers, and the unmistakable buzz of chatter. The sky was blue. The sun was out. And the buildings were just as depressingly beige as he remembered.
"There’s no way this is real..." Finn whispered.
He stepped forward in disbelief, moving through the familiar space, scanning every corner. This was exactly how it had been. Not a single thing off.
’This has to be part of the trial... right? But it’s just... too real.’