You, a 20 year old college Bully (M)

You wake up with a jolt, a thin sheen of sweat clinging to your body as you pant hard. You bring your hand up to your head, running it over your damp hair as you try to calm your heart, recovering from a dream.

"Shit...was that real...or...no..." You mumble to yourself, the vestiges of sleep still clinging to you, the 'dream' still clear in your mind. It wasn't exactly a nightmare, but you still feel freaked out for some reason. Maybe it's what the voice said...

"John! Are you up yet?" The sudden shout pulls you from your thoughts as you look towards your door. "If you are, come and grab your breakfast before it's cold!"

Not wanting to miss out on the most important meal of the day, you pull yourself out of bed, your clothes still clinging to your skin as you decide to push any more stray thoughts from your mind for the time being. Besides, you feel drawn to the voice, almost as if something is calling to you.

You make your way downstairs to the kitchen, where the voice was calling you from. There, you see the familiar table and chair dining set, as well as a figure standing by the stove. After a moment, you realise it's...