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Chapter 1

I thought it was supposed to be a normal Friday. Boy, was I ever so wrong in my entire life. I was headed down to the coffee shop on 4th Avenue for lunch with my friend, Chris. This place makes the best smoothies in town and makes pretty good sandwiches and wraps from local products. In short, everyone loves it. And being a senior in high school means that I can sign out everyday to come.

We get there and find the line is two, no, three times longer because of today's special.

"Ah, man. Now we won't get back to school in time to study for that quiz," Chris said. He was the one in our duo that doesn't get the best of grades. I help him with it, he gets me perks in high school. He is basically the guy with access to most assets in high school. I met him when I heard a rumor that Chris was going to change his grade (and not by extra credit). I sought him out, convinced him not to do it, and helped him out whenever I could. That was in 5th grade, so he is a bit computer savy.

"Don;t worry. The quiz isn't even that hard." I had already taken it before lunch. "Just as long you know the formulas well, you will do fine. And judging from the line, we should eat somewhere else."

"I agree, but where exactly?" Chris asked.

"Lets try that new pub that opened up. I heard they have burgers."

"I suppose there is a first time for everything," Chris said dejectedly.

I hop in the seat of my blue 1995 Chevy Silverado, while Chris does that same into the passenger seat. I upgraded this baby since I bought it, rails on the sides of the box, larger gas tank, xenon lights and an engine that can handle a larger horsepower, mph, and rpm. It is definitely my pride and joy.

"Come on. We eat there everyday. Think of this as a break from that place," I said.

"Okay, then. Lets go, Chase!" He said with mock enthusiasm.

Chase. That's me. 6 foot tall, brown hair, and not as strong as most people. Doesn't mean I'm a string bean in the crowd. I'm still broad and somewhat intimidating. Chris is the same except he has black hair.

We were driving down the street, stopped perpendicular to an alley at a stop light.

"What are they doing?" Chris asked.

Chris was peering into the alley. There were these two agent-looking guys dragging someone with a bag over his head and feet and hands tied up. It looked bad, so I pulled over and parked the car.

"I'm going to check it out. You can come if you want," I said. That moment, I felt as if I had to do this.

"I'll come. I sense some action in all of this and I'm bored." Typical Chris.

We walk to the entrance of the alley and see the guys try to keep the person still.

"Hey! What are you doing?" I asked, right at the time one of them pull out a Walter P90 with a silencer attachment on the guy.

I guess instincts happened cause the next moment was a blur. Net thing I know, I'm standing above the guy with a gun in my hand and two dead agent guys on the ground. Chris ran up, freaking out.

"You should have seen you! How did you do that? What are we going to do with these guys? We are in so much trouble!" Freaking out is now an understatement.

"Chris hold up. What happened?"

"You ran up, very quickly, like with superhuman speed, grabbed the arm with the gun, flipped over his back making him shoot his buddy there. Headshot, too. Then you elbowed his back to make him drop the gun, and you can guess what happened next." Chris looks amazed at what I just did unconsciously.

"Who is this guy even," gesturing toward him. "I felt like I had to stop and save him."

Chris looked at me like we looked at some of the dumb jocks. The "Are you kidding me" look. "Check him."

I pulled off the bag and fell back in surprise.

"He" was a white cheetah anthro with blue spots and piercing blue eyes. I didn't notice before, but he was wearing a blue hoodie with runes traveling up the arms, and black track pants.

I shouldn't have been surprised to be able to recognize him, because I made him, I am him, and he is me. But it still surprised me anyway.

He was Velox, my fursona.

Chris knows about Velox as he is also in the fandom. He has his own fursona. I just didn't expect anything like Velox here in the world.

Yet here he was. I wanted answers now.

"Is that you Velox?" The first question.

"How do you know my name? Where am I?" the cheetah said.

"I created you, I think." I was confused. Why didn't Velox recognize me. It would have been the first thing I thought he would know.

"That makes no sense. Look, I'm trying to find someone in this area, and I got nabbed by these agents," said Velox, slightly panicking.

"Huh. I'm not here to hurt you and neither is Chris." I touch his shoulder and see... myself looking at me.

What the hell is going on. I just touched him and something is happening to me. Well, not to my body, but where am I.

You are in my viewpoint Chase. As I understand, this is what happens when a fursona finds his or her person. A lot of weird stuff is happening. This is only the start.

Ok, but how do I leave this mental chat.

I don't know. Experiment.

I think of an exit door and one appears in front of me. I pull it open and was sucked out back to my own body.

"What the hell is going on!" is what I came back to.

"Well, I was in a trance, Velox and I can communicate mentally, and this is apparently the start of something big," I said.

"But, why is he here?" The question everyone here is asking.

"Who knows, but I have a feeling that we are going to skip class."

"I can't. I have a quiz."

"Fake sick then. We could do that. It's just one quiz you can make up."

"UUHHHHhhh... fine. I'll be back."

He walks to the truck to take care of that.

"So do you have any idea what happened or how you got here?" I asked while untying him.

"No. Nothing. I just woke up and had a feeling that I needed to find you. Nothing much before that. Like I just popped into existence or brainwashed or something."

"This entire thing doesn't make sense." I finish untying and Velox stands up and stretches his strained muscles. "Let me call my mom," I said walking to the truck. I take my crappy outdated phone (no touch screen, and the slider doesn't work for the texting. A senior should not have this phone) and called Mom.

After a few rings, "Hello?"

"Hey Mom," I say in my best "I'm sick" tone. I have practiced a bit. "After lunch, I wasn't feeling as well. I'm afraid I might throw up later."

"Oh. Okay, Chase. I'll call the school and let them know. Come home and rest. Hope you get better."

"Thanks mom. Love ya."

"Love you, too." She hangs up.

Chris walks over. "Dad called the school about it so I'm good."

"Well," I say to Velox. "Lets get you home."