Imagination Central ヽ(⌐▀̿_▀̿)ノ♪♬

Rachel sat at her desk and huffed. She didn't feel like working or doing anything for that matter.

"Why did I decide to stay awake!" she mumbled.

'This morning was a mistake!' She thought.

The brain room had red lights flashing, along with a voice screaming 'waRniNg'. The youngins glared at the oldies. The oldies didn't know what to do except stare at the floor in shame.

"We're... So-" Cell #58 started before being cut off by a youngin.

"Be quiet, we need to figure out a schedule to get Rachel the most sleep." Cell #420 stated with a cold voice. He walked away, with other youngins trailing behind his heel. They were ready to fix what happened.

While the oldies were having fun partying, the youngins were thinking of a schedule and were prepared to act.

'Take this, oldies!' were their motive.

Ever since being created after the mass loss of brain cells during Rachel's teenage years, they were looked down upon. They were the reincarnation of the cells who decided it was good to fill the head with cringe dances.

And of course, memes.

Bless the memes!

（´ω｀♡%）

However, now it was time for the youngins to rise!

The youngins dispersed into different sections of the brain, working round the clock to keep Rachel awake enough to get base stuff done.

An alarm went off, signifying that it was break time. Fifty minutes of sleep per every two hours of work was their idea. It was based on evidence from past experiences and used for the most efficiency...

In a school setting.

But as all things go in Rachel's brain, it was too late for her cells to realize it. She dropped her head onto her desk, brought her arms to cover her head, closed her eyes and fell asleep.

She was awoken by a strong shake by Jordan. When she lifted her head, she was immediately surrounded by the scolding of her friend.

"Why are you asleep?" Jordan asked while crossing her arms.

"Didn't get much sleep, and I got mostly everything done." Rachel responded with a questioning tone. "Why are you asking? You're on the other side of the room"

"I was passing by here to get some coffee."

"That's such a crappy excuse, Jordan."

"Huh?"

Rachel rose out of her seat and whispered into Jordan's ear,

"You're here to take a sneak peak at John's profile. Don't every try to deny it."

Jordan's face went watermelon pink, "w-what?" She stuttered, her voice barely above a whisper. She looked terrified that Rachel had suggested it.

Rachel's face was covered with a playful smirk.

"You aren't denying it. I can't blame you though, his profile is great. Thankfully I get to see it whenever I want."

Jordan smiled with relief. Her face relaxed as the smoothly made her exit out of the conversation.

"Thank you for your observation, but don't fall asleep, okay?"

"Yes Ms. Jordan." Rachel playfully responded with a fake salute.

Jordan walked away, and Rachel sat back down. She spun around to face her computer and started to type again. She put on her Beats and listened to some Lofi-hip hop.

"That was a bust, but we got about thirty minutes of sleep. Every second counts to get her schedule back on track. Cell #69, I never thought that I would ask this off you, but keep her awake with fan fiction. Which ever one will keep her awake most." Cell #400 stated to Cell #69.

Cell #69's face went slightly red, then melted into a perverted expression.

"Don't worry, I'll make her imagine everything she ever wanted. This story will be so complex that it'll take up the whole day!" It's hands excitedly played with each other, starting to create a story.

Who would be the protagonists in this story? Jordan and John of course!

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Work was a lalaland from then on. Rachel focused on her work, but took frequent five minute breaks to figure out what would happen next. She looked completely focused on her work from an outsiders view, but only those who have gone through this know what is actually going on.

Before she knew it, she had finished half of her tasks, but had spent more then half of work on her story!

Rachel walked over to where Jordan was with a face that could be described as 'I thought of something crazy that included you, and I'm trying not to think of it.'

"What were you thinking of?" Jordan asked, using her smooth as a marble kitchen counter tone as a book to pull the information out of the sea. Aka Rachel.

"Oh, nothing~" Rachel lightly sing sang. She had a betraying smile plastered on her face. She couldn't stop thinking about it.

Jordan pretended to pout. "Why won't wou tell wme." She batted her eyelashes.

"Top secret. Can't tell anyone, not even you."

Jordan rolled her eyes. "Fine."

Her and Rachel linked arms and walked out of the building.

"Work is finally over..." Rachel murmured. A slight smile played on her lips as the dancing breeze performed on the stage it called air. Her hair blew around and some got in her mouth. She unlinked arms with Jordan and used her hands to cover her face.

The sky was a mix of orange, yellow, and red. The clouds were painted a light mix of all colors with the occasional dark purple. It looked almost magical. The sun was setting on the horizon, waiting for its rest.

"The wind is unusually windy today. In stories that usually means that something bad will happen. Hopefully nothing happens to us!" Jordan exclaimed with a smile.

"Yeah, nothing could happen to us." Rachel responded.

As they walked, they spotted an elderly woman crossing the street with a bag of groceries. It looks as if her groceries were gonna fall out.

Rachel ran over to the elder. Her eyes widened.

'She didn't look both ways when crossing the street!' She screamed inside of her head.

Finally, she reached the elder and helped her cross the street, at least, that's what she thought happened.

All that Rachel remembers is hearing her name being yelled and bright lights speeding towards her.