Worm Tinkering (tinker of fiction)

I woke up in a hospital bed, IV, a Foley catheter connected to me. I started to wonder where I was before I was surrounded by nurses who scrambled to examine me. It was not a decent aspect about discovering yourself in a hospital. I was wondering how I'd landed there in the first place. Sure, I was pleased that I am alive, even though everything felt weird and I had a feeling that things wouldn't get any better from here. All I can see is blurry pictures. 'Where am I? ' my final thought before I fell asleep again.

Beep... Beep... Beep...

I woke up again thanks to the beeping noise. The room is white, curtains are surrounding me. I can't see anything else. 'Oh, I'm in the hospital, right? What happened to me? The last thing I remembered was ...I don't remember...

I became more awake after I can't remember anything that caused me to be in the hospital. "Hello? Nurse? Is anyone there? Can someone give me a glass of water? My throat hurts. Hello, is anyone here?

knock knock*

"Who is it?" I heard a man's voice coming from the other side of the curtains,

"It's Doctor Matthew. How are you feeling? Any headaches, memory loss, and can you see things? No blurry visions, right?" I shook my head no. He nodded as he sighed.

"I can still see fine, though I can't remember what happened for me to be in here. "

"I see. That's OK. Can you close one eye and look into the light with the other eye?"

"I don't know how to explain what happened to you, Mr. Clinton. You have been in a coma for three weeks now, Mr. Clinton," he explained.

"W-what?! Why what happened to me?!" I said scared.

"You were one of a few that was caught up in a cape fight. It was caused by PRT capes fighting villains. You were lucky to be alive, some other people weren't as lucky. There are a few people from the PRT that want to ask you a few questions. Is that OK?"

"Yeah, that's fine. Please come in, " I said not too thrilled to be asked what happened.

As they walked in, I saw two women walking inside my room.

"Hello Mr. Clinton, we are people from the PRT. We received notice that you woke up. We have a few questions for you to answer about what happened. My name is Alexa Cruz and this is my partner Maria Smith. Do you remember anything from 2 weeks ago? I know it's a long shot, but anything you can give us would be helpful.", Alexa asked.

"N-no, not at all. What is going on? Why am I here?" I'm scared of what they would tell me.

"As of the last 3 weeks, Squealer and Skidmark had a road rage as they fought arm master and the PRT. They deliberately crashed their Tinkertech car to other civilian cars, one of them your car and Velocity save you and your parents, but they both died before the ambulance can stabilize them." Ms. Smith said

After that, I started shaking and moving erratically. They were surprised. "What's going on?! What's wrong with him?" Alexa exclaimed.

"He's having a seizure! Get in there. Roll him on one side to prevent aspiration. We can't let him die after the hard work Panacea did to keep him alive."

Medical personnel rushed into the room to help the doctor turn me on my side. They waited a few minutes before I stopped shaking.

Next day 3:00 PM

I felt something that immediately grabbed my attention like nothing ever had before. It was like something I wanted. Something inside of me, then it burst knowledge and blueprint of magical masks and 12 talismans from a show that I watched as a kid in my previous life. I immediately knew my power.

The power is Tinker of Fiction in its tech tree Jackie Chan adventure with countdown 1 week and 6 days.

I'm currently freaking out on the inside. It's not good at all. I had too many things to plan out. Damn, I remembered that I need to make something for me to be immune or give out false-positive information from every thinker on this earth ever. I don't want to be targeted or mastered. They are really scary. I don't want to think about them.

02/07/11 Monday

I was finally discharged from the hospital though I need to go to physical therapy every Thursday and Sunday

Thanks." I told the cabby as I handed him my money for dropping me off at my house.

"No problem sir." The cabby said. "Be sure to contact in the future if you need a ride anywhere within the city or a twenty-five-mile radius around it."

Turning around my brows rose as I took in my counterpart's, now my, house. It was a big two-story brick home in what looked to be a medium-income neighborhood. It appeared to have a decent-sized yard with an attached garage. Walking inside I stepped into a small entryway. On one side was the living room through which he could see the kitchen and on the other was a dining room. The living room was fully furnished with comfortable-looking furniture that quite liked the look of. There was a large framed section on the wall that with a press of a remote retracted to reveal a hidden cubby containing a large flat-screen television. There were two bedrooms on the bottom floor and what was an office.

Stepping into the kitchen I grinned appreciatively. The kitchen was quite large which I liked. It of course had a large dishwasher as it seemed even my counterpart had hated doing the dishes. A large island with several bar stools stood in the middle of the room.

There was a large gas stove with a stainless steel hood. I had not one, but two ovens. Feeling along the cabinets, I found a stand up freezer and refrigerator cleverly disguised by wooden paneling making them look like part of the cabinets. Off the kitchen was a small eating area with two sliding glass doors leading to the backyard.

The backyard was partially covered by a nice wooden deck with a built-in grill and cooking stations and there was an in-ground pool outside along with a hot tub. It had a large, finished basement with a couple of storage rooms and a media room containing a huge theater screen with a great sound system. The second story contained three bedrooms including the Master Bedroom with a Master Suite and another bathroom. The house had five bedrooms, three bathrooms including a Master Suite with a balcony off the Master Bedroom.

This is my new life in a soon-to-be-dead world, anyway, so I had wondered what to do. First, there is a simple blueprint in my tech tree the Mark of Tarakudo. It needs Japanese ink, Japanese brush, and host blood.

My mother is of Japanese descent and artist. She has a collection of Japanese items. I easily acquire the items. First, I am hesitant to draw the Mark of Tarakudo if I will become evil and possessed by Tarakudo but my power assures me that I will not become evil or possess by Tarakudo. I will gain the power to Summon Ninja Khan.

I'm happy as I see 10 Ninja Khan in front of me.

"Go find these items for me and be careful not to be seen or caught."

Then the Ninja Khans bowed to me and departed. The items that I want them to find are the items to make the Mask of Tarakudo