One of the most frightening and bone-chilling archenemy of a writer.

"Mister. Oi! We already put an extension for your paper last week but up until now, you're still halfway through."

"Editor, like I said, I'm experiencing a very difficult writer's block as of now."

"Writer's block, ha?" He sighed for a few seconds. "Be honest with me. Are you really on the slump or just your usual thing kick in again?" he interrogated.

He gulped before bullets of sweat formed in the surface of his forehead before looking up to the ceiling like thinking of some kind of excuse.

"Ahhh! Just wait for a few more days. I will finish it that time."

"Few more days?! Hey, think of this situation. A couple of writers were under a certain editor, who put a fixed schedule for submission of the workpiece, but one writer was trying to lengthen his timeframe for the sake of his lame excuse. This resulted in the destruction of the algorithm of the workflow of the editor."

He just tried to whistle even though there was no sound coming from it.

"That sounds difficult. What kind of writer is that?"

"Ah. That's a trash writer."

"Good. You can understand yourself."

"I'm that writer?"

"No, you're the trash."

"Wait! That's a heavy blow, Editor."

The editor just shook his head, trying to calm his mind that was about to explode in anger.

"Okay. Let's compromise. I will wait for that piece until tomorrow night. Or else, we will decide to push your work for another month, meaning, you're in blank this month's issue, gets?"

"Woah! I've got it--like I would, you heartless baldy! I will starve for that long time freelancing!"

He was complaining but the editor just decided to slowly cover his ears from his words.

At night, the light in his rented rundown apartment room was still on and he was busy finishing his work.

"So this... and that... Oh? I forgot this scene... Wait! What's that plot again!"

He was sitting at the floor with his low, messy table as he was shaking his leg while it was at crossed state.

He grabbed his hair in frustration as he continued to gradually finish the story he was writing.

"What a sad life."

He was focused on what he was doing when he suddenly felt dizzy, so he pinched his nose ridge, trying to subside it but he couldn't help it.

He fell asleep in the middle of work.

Then, some kind of portal opened at his back and slowly pulled him in.

The lights in his room turned on and off while his table trembled.

After just a few seconds, he was completely sucked up inside the portal.

"THE DEADLINE!!!"

He looked around after jumping awake from the place he was sleeping.

A warm forest, green open field. Swaying grasses and flowers from the gentle breeze of summer wind.

A smell of nature and a woody scent. Birds chirping and small animals noises from strolling on dry leaves scattered on the ground.

"Where the hell am I?!"

A weak snarl and sound of footsteps approached him as he flinched before facing that direction.

"What happened? How did I ended up in this place?"

Out of the bushes, a grey wolf with black aura emitting from its body appeared. Teeth and claws as sharp as knives, body and feet as tough as rock.

"Are you for real?"

"Arrrghh!!!"

The wolf snarled at him causing him a fear, making his knees gave up.

He struggled to stand as the wolf ran towars him.

"Damn this dream!" He crawled hastily before getting the timing to run.

He went inside the forest, passing in the sea of trees. His feet were shaking but he didn't let himself fall as he was running for his life now.

"Ahhh! Wake up, stupid self!"

The wolf was still following him from afar as he continued to run until he reached almost at the exit of the forest.

"I'm out--" He bumped on a tree, too hard enough to knock him down. "What a convenient... waking up... device..."

He fell unconscious as the wolf braked from chasing him before going back deep in the forest.

After some minutes of lying down on a hot ground of the forest, he woke up.

"Ahh... I'm awake."

He touched his face that met the surface of the trunk. It was a little bit swollen and reddish.

"So, how long did I sleep. I need to continue--"

He wasn't able to finish his words when a gust of wind welcomed him, followed by the sight in his front.

A towering wall serving as territorial barrier of the city felt domineering. A large city with lively ambience that made a heart race just from looking.

An unusual city. An unknown place. A new scene. Like it was another world.

"For real?" He pinched his cheek as he stood up and felt the pain from it and the recent bruise from bumping a tree. "This is real."

He slowly walked while glancing at the city and looked up at the wide blue sky, feeling deprived and played by.

"Ahhh! I'm just a writer but I've gotten teleported to some kind of another world!!!"