Space Monkey!

He drowsily opened his eyes, he knew he shouldn't have stayed up so late last night. Weird thing was that he didn't hear his grating iPhone alarm.

He turned over in his bed and buried his head into his pillow, he had another driving lesson today and he really couldn't be bothered.

£75 for a two hour lesson, god he hated how expensive they were.

But he had to check the time to see how much of his day he could spend in bed, his hand blindly reached out at his bedside table and scoured for his phone.

He groaned when he couldn't find it and then sighed in resignation, he would have to turn his body around to check and lose this extremely comfortable position.

So regrettably he turned over and his world changed.

He first noticed the walls, his walls were white, so why were the walls now blue?

Then he noticed his sheets, his were grey why are they now bright yellow?

Then he noticed not only was this room absolutely massive but it was also completely fucking different.

He blinked.

"Mark! You'll be late" a unfamiliar woman's voice shouted from downstairs.

His name wasn't Mark, it was…wait what was his name.

He blinked as his breathing picked up, what the fuck was his name.

The door to his bedroom opened quickly and a weirdly familiar older Asian woman was looking at him.

"Mark, you need to get up" she said forcibly and then walked away and left the bloody door open.

He took a deep breath and tried to think, he looked down at himself.

Fuck.

Not his body, he had a couple scars from an appendix surgery and another from when he was climbing, fell and nearly gutted himself on a sharp piece of metal.

He felt his heartbeat rise rapidly and he felt short of breath but he ignored it as he tried to think.

Tried to keep calm.

At least this body was flawless, well that sounded a bit odd but it was in solid shape with some definition.

He stood up to try make sure it wasn't a dream, he then walked around the large room.

He then rapidly before he could really think about it, punched himself in the face.

He didn't wake up.

In fact the only thing that did do was hurt, he clenched his jaw and came to the only explanation.

Before he could spout his theory about whatever came to his mind he spotted an odd comic.

He took a step closer slowly as if the book was a dangerous predator, he felt a lump rising in his throat.

Seance Dog.

The Doctor Strange dog knockoff, specifically the knockoff from Invincible.

He frantically rushed to the phone on his bedside table, he ripped the charger out and went onto the camera.

He looked at his face and just sighed.

He had in the past thought about similar scenarios and enjoyed it.

Put him into the CW Flash show as Flash and he would be the best hero the whole universe has ever seen.

Mainly because he wouldn't sit about and talk with the villains for 15 minutes before attacking.

And even if the villain was powerful he would have had access to the speed force, he could destroy them with a simple vibrating hand to the heart.

But the ONE character he had never really wanted to be was…well it was Yamcha actually, getting your billionaire girlfriend taken by a 5 foot tall monkey with a higher innocent kill count than Hitler was just awful.

But Mark Grayson was a close second, the guy just got the shit kicked out of him constantly.

He remembered reading the comics after season 1 came out, Mark Grayson during most of the comic run got his head kicked in more times than he won a fight.

He looked down at his feet and sighed.

He was fucked.

—-

He went downstairs in Marks clothes, he would have to get some new ones. They weren't his style.

But good news was he had came up with a plan.

The master plan that could hold his new life together.

Lie.

In his personal opinion he was pretty good at it, so hopefully his skills prevailed.

Because if they don't, I might be getting tortured or interrogated or any other manner of a terrible time.

No pressure.

He came downstairs to the sight of his parents kissing by the stairs. He cringed, that was Omni-Man.

Omni-Man

The same man that would quite literally make me swallow my own teeth.

The two parents took the cringing as disapproval of their kissing. "Mark, you should be happy instead of cringing away" she said as she kissed Omni-Man. "You should celebrate your parents love not shun it."

He just dramatically cringed again and watched as Omni-Man laughed.

"Get to school Mark" he said with his deep voice, he sounded kind which made sense but it was still oddly jarring.

Mark nodded and left through the front door.

He looked down at his phone, thank god Mark didn't have a password otherwise he would be screwed.

He looked through his school bag again and double checked the schools name and as he was typing it into Google maps he saw out of the corner of his eye a bright yellow school bus.

His eyes widened in surprise, weren't they only in the movies?

—-

He arrived at the school and looked into his bag, he was looking at a timetable and map of the school Mark must have kept. The map even had his locker circled in black pen.

So he made his way there, British schools didn't have lockers so he was kind of excited.

He walked through the cliche American High School, it was very different from his old secondary school.

He even saw actual cheerleaders, that was cool as hell.

He eventually arrived at his locker and sighed as he realised his sheer stupidity of coming to his locker without knowing the code.

"Hey Mark!" He looked towards a familiar face, it must be William, Marks best friend. "Why weren't you out front?" He asked.

He must be talking about some sort of meeting place before school?

Mark gave the guy a smile "Sorry, I was rushing I thought i was about to be late" he lied.

William looked shocked "You're never late, you sure you're okay Mark?"

Mark blinked, good to know.

"Yeah sorry William, I gotta ask something though" he said as he rubbed the back of his head "Do you remember my locker code any chance?"

William sighed "You always forget it, I don't understand you sometimes Mark" he said as he did the code to the locker.