Anthony never did find out what happened. When he woke up, he remembered going to sleep the night before, in his apartment, when everything was normal. He hadn't had any odd dreams, or felt any odd sensations in the night.

But when he woke up, he was in a very different place.

It was a room that was quite clearly a bedroom, with a desk and computer, one-person bed, and a closet. There was one door and one window.

Anthony sat up, frowning. There was nothing familiar about this place. He was dreaming, maybe? No. Definitely not. Not only had Anthony practically never remembered dreaming, but this was also way too vivid.

No, he was definitely 'here'…but where was here?

Anthony was dressed in jeans and a green shirt, which he thought was a little odd for sleepwear. What had he been doing the night before? Did he get drunk and somehow ended up in a different person's house?

There were too many questions. Way too many questions.

He stood up off the bed and glanced around the room. The thing that stood out to him the most was the picture on the wall, which was of Ian. Ian, except that someone had drawn a moustache on him. Who would have that kind of a picture on their wall?

As Anthony headed for the door, he caught a glance of himself in the mirror on the wall. At first he didn't think anything of it, but then he did a double take and saw that he had the emo haircut again.

This was getting weird.

He left the room to find that he was leaving the house also—there was only one room to it. Apparently it didn't have any bathrooms or anything. That seemed unfortunate.

He was on a cobblestone road that lead to three other small houses, one of which had a fence around it that said Smosh across the front.

Wait. This was starting to look familiar. Did he know this place?

He walked quickly down the cobblestone road and entered the Smosh-labeled house, which was dark and unlocked. There was no one here. It seemed like maybe he should find Ian here, but his friend was nowhere to be found. It actually looked like no one had been in this place in a long time.

He froze in the middle of the room when he heard the growling outside. It was menacing, but it wasn't that of a dog or any other kind of common animal. It sounded so familiar, too….

And then everything clicked. He knew where he was. And he knew what was waiting for him outside.

Anthony crept to the window and looked out. Just outside the fence that encircled the house's lawn, was a giant donut.

A giant, moving, growling donut.

Anthony had to admit, the donut was actually kind of scary-looking. But he was hardly threatened by it; he knew exactly what he needed.

He burst out of the house and jumped the fence to avoid the red donut, hearing it give chase behind him. He sprinted back to his house-room and threw himself into the room, slamming the door behind him. The donut hit it with a sickening crunch.

Maybe it wasn't made of dough. That might complicate things.

It took him several seconds of searching through the room to find what he was looking for. But there in the closet, laying across the floor, was a bright green sword.

To Anthony simultaneous relief and disappointment, it was not made of celery. But it looked a lot like celery, just shinier.

He picked it up, finding that it was a lot heavier than he'd expected. It was more or less a katana, just as he remembered deciding it would be, and while it wasn't very big, it was made of something about as heavy as metal.

He stared at the weapon in his hand and started to laugh. This was insane.

He was inside Food Battle: The Game.