The sensation of something warm blowing against my cheek woke me up, that and the awful taste of that nonhuman blood in my mouth.

And I shouldn't mention the mini hangover I have from drinking that alcohol, nope, I am not going to mention that... actually I think that I just did...

"Is this what the aftermath of a bar crawl feels like?" I asked myself as I sat up, rubbing my forehead with my hands. I pulled my hands away from my head and I was about to stand up when I felt my arms itch. I was about to use my left hand to pull up the right sleeve of my hoodie when I froze and I took another look at my hands, they were tiny and they weren't the only thing that was tiny, I was.

I was now the size of a eleven-year-old, everything had been shrunken with me, my glasses, my clothes and my bag.

I pulled up the sleeve of my hoodie find out that I now had markings on my arm and a quick inspection of my body revealed that the markings were everywhere, apart from my face.

"These look like the markings of the boy from The Last Guardian." I muttered.

I stood up, adjusting to the changes that had been done to my centre of balance and I felt something warm behind me, I turned around to see the black muzzle of a beast that had been chained to the floor.

"Trico." I muttered, I now knew where I was, I was in The Last Guardian and one of my first thoughts was that it was a shame that Jack was not here, he would have loved to meet Trico.

Trico suddenly woke up and he started to trash around, with his eyes glowing pink. "Umm... hi Trico, please don't kill me or eat me!" I said as I slowly made my way to the spear in his leg. I grabbed onto the spear and I pulled at it, taking it out while Trico continued to thrash about.

I had just thrown the offending item away when one of Trico's kicks connected with me and sent me flying into the rocky wall of the cave.

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It was dark by the time I finally came around, I couldn't see the moon but I could see the moonlight and my head? It hurt, a lot.

Trico was staring at me, he looked like my pet cats, when they was hungry and it was food time.

Trico was hungry.

I looked around and I found a ruined building in the cave, I could see the glow of a barrel from here.

"Alright Trico, I'm off to get you some num nums!" I waved to the cat-bird creature and I walked over to the building, pulling myself up onto the level with the barrel.

I could see Trico watching me as I rolled the barrel off of the ledge before I dropped down to the ground, picking up the barrel and I carefully walked over to Trico with it.

I dropped the barrel near Trico before I turned around and headed back to the building, I thought that I had seen another barrel there and from the crunching that I heard behind me, Trico was still hungry.

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A gate stopped me from getting the third barrel, a gate that was opened with a switch. Trico watched me as I carried the barrel over to him. I said down on the stairs of the building after I had left it in front of Trico, I was thinking of Jack. What happened to him? Did he get thrown into a different game or was he in this game too? And if he was, what happened to him and where is he?

I had no idea of when and how my questions would be answered, or who would answer them, the only thing that I could do now was play the game.

I yawned, I did not know what time it was but I knew that I had to get some real sleep soon and the times that I was knocked out didn't count. I made a nest, with my blanket and my pillow, in the little room that the third barrel had been hidden in, I could hear Trico as he settled down for the night.

But one thought ran through my mind as I fell asleep.

'Jack, where are you?'

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Jack groaned as he woke up, the last thing that he remembered was travelling for the portal with the Kid but after that, he remembered nothing.

"Hello Jackaboy!"

"Anti!" He yelled, forming an air spell in his hand as he shot up but the glitch crackled. "You do not want to do that Jackaboy, because have you ever heard of the the phrase: 'Don't shoot the messenger'?"

"That doesn't count when the messenger is a bastard that keeps on trying to kill you!" Jack toned down the air spell but he didn't dismiss it. "What do you want Anti?"

"To give you a little warning you might want to find your little tagalong before the soldiers find her..." Anti crackled. "Tick tock Jackaboy! Time's running out!"

"I swear that I will find a way to stop you Anti." Jack growled, before he sprinted off, towards an entrance.

"Oh really Jackaboy? You, stop me?! I like to see you try..."