It was 2 AM, the dead of night. The moon hung in the sky, glowing like pearls in the depths of an ocean. In the middle of a thick forest, nestled in a small cave, Aaron lay asleep, completely undisturbed as if the events from earlier had never happened. Of course, why would he care? What would a drunk 14-year-old care about anyway?
Suddenly, the howl of wolves pierced the silence, sending a jolt through his body. Aaron's eyes snapped open, and he glanced around. All he saw was darkness, broken only by the faint glow of moonlight filtering through the cave entrance. He rubbed his eyes, muttering to himself, "Couldn't have been that loud, right?" But before he could even consider going back to sleep, something massive emerged from the shadows. A dire wolf, its fur thick and matted, eyes gleaming with hunger, stood before him.
Aaron froze, staring at the beast. Its eyes burned with a single desire: to kill. Whether it was hunger or something else, it didn't matter. Aaron had just found himself in trouble—again.
He opened his mouth to shout for help, but quickly remembered where he was. A forest miles from civilization? Yeah, no one was coming. "Great," Aaron muttered as he scrambled to his feet. The wolf growled, clearly not keen on letting him go.
But Aaron had one thing going for him—his agility. Years of laziness had somehow left him with surprising mobility. With a swift motion, he leaped over the wolf, using the momentum to dash away. As he ran, his voice echoed in the woods, uselessly calling for help. "Is anyone out there?!"
Of course, no one answered. Instead, his shouting seemed to gather an audience—other wolves, attracted by the noise, began to join the chase. "Perfect," Aaron sighed, as he glanced over his shoulder to see a whole pack of dire wolves trailing behind him. "Well, at least I'm popular," he muttered. "If this is a concert, but it isn't!"
Despite the wolves seemingly idolizing him, Aaron managed to outpace them, eventually leaving the pack behind. But the night was far from over.
Gasping for breath, Aaron slowed to a stop and looked around. "Where am I?" he muttered, scanning the unfamiliar terrain. The dense forest surrounded him, and in the distance, he could see looming mountains. "How far am I from the cave?" he wondered aloud.
Curiosity pushed him forward. After all, what else was there to do? Drink beer? Aaron began to wander, his mind already elsewhere, when he stumbled upon a deep, pitch-black pit.
"What is this? I wonder where it leads…" He muttered before making a decision. Without thinking, he jumped into the abyss.
"Well, this was a terrible idea," he thought, as the endless fall stretched. His voice echoed back at him, over and over, creating a strange reverberation that made the fall feel even longer. "This is deeper than I expected... Why did I even think this was a good idea?"
After what felt like an eternity, Aaron's feet finally met solid ground with a soft thud. "Well, that wasn't as bad as I thought," he muttered, brushing himself off. "But now I'm stuck down here. Guess I'll figure it out later."
He looked around. The cave was dimly lit, the only light coming from strange glowing crystals on the walls. "Wait, what the hell am I even doing here? Looking for beer, right?" His thoughts trailed off as he noticed a set of doors further down the cavern. One door, in particular, caught his attention. It looked... off.
As he reached out to touch the door, a mechanical voice suddenly boomed from nowhere. "Intruder detected! Intruder detected..." The sound of metal crashing followed, and Aaron jumped back just in time to avoid the falling door, which slammed into the ground where he'd been standing.
"Well, that was too close," he muttered, catching his breath. But as he looked inside the room, he couldn't help but be intrigued. Giant human-sized tubes lined the walls, filled with a strange, purplish-green liquid. Some tubes had cracks, spilling the liquid across the floor. Aaron carefully stepped over the puddles to keep his shoes dry.
At the far end of the room stood a table cluttered with test tubes and flasks, filled with... things that looked more disturbing than any beer Aaron had ever seen. The smell didn't even register with him. After all, when you've spent most of your life drinking, some strange chemical smell doesn't faze you.
His eyes landed on a small box with a radioactive symbol on it. "Wait... does this mean a new type of beer?" He grinned, his eyes lighting up with excitement. "If that's what I think it is, this could be my masterpiece."
He eagerly opened the box, revealing a test tube filled with a glowing green liquid. He held it up, staring at it for a moment. "What if I mix this with that stuff?" he muttered, pointing at another test tube on the table. "It could create the perfect beer... or blow up in my face. Either way, I'm making history."
His grin widened. This could be the start of something amazing—or at the very least, another crazy adventure.