Teemo stared at the wall ahead of him. He stood in the living room, and on the other side was his mom's room. If this worked, he might never have to use another door again. Teemo took a few steps back, braced himself, then charged forward. Teemo drew closer and closer to the wall, then leapt into the air. Time seemed to slow down as he soared through the air. Teemo curled himself into a ball to protect himself. As Teemo glided, he pictured himself instantly moving forward. Not into the wall, but through it. Then right before hitting the wall, everything around him shifted instantaneously. The kitchen scenery that surrounded him was left behind. In a flash, he was in his parent's room, going head first into the bed frame. Teemo's knees and elbows collided with it. In a wail of pain, Teemo fell backwards onto the floor. "Why didn't I just walk?" he said to himself as he laid on the floor.
Regardless of the method though, his plan resulted in a success. Or, maybe it wasn't? Only moments ago, Teemo was sitting on his bedroom floor. Lost in the mysterious cause for him suddenly appearing in his room. At first, he tried to deduce that everything that had occurred before was merely a dream. But that would imply he never went to school. It also didn't correspond with the blood on his shirt, the emergency alerts on his phone, or the frantic text messages from his friends. His mind spun at the attempt to find a reasoning for everything. Was the apocalypse really happening? Was Ron really gone? Teemo headed downstairs to peek outside his window. In his neighborhood, he couldn't tell if anything had changed. But over the houses, Teemo could make out pillars of smoke. He didn't live near a factory, so Teemo deduced there were multiple fires occurring. He questioned if he should go outside. No. His curiosity would not get the better of him.
Teemo paced around his home, slowly embracing the fact that what had occurred before was real. Very real. "If it's really the apocalypse, then it is what it is." Teemo said to himself, coming to terms with the situation. At least he didn't have to write that essay that was due next Monday. And him magically appearing at home was real as well. Only question, though: How?
Teemo's mind couldn't help but gravitate towards the immense amount of fantasy stories and movies he had consumed growing up. The same word echoed in his head despite his denial of it. Teleportation. No, no way, that's not real. But I teleported. No, there has to be a reasonable explanation for this. Yeah. Teleportation. Fine. Teemo stopped in his tracks, in front of his couch. He closed his eyes. He would prove to himself that he didn't teleport. Wait, actually… I hope I can teleport. Teemo pictured his room again. He imagined the cold floor. The sunlight breaking through the window. The breeze of his air conditioner. He imagined everything all over again. I don't feel any different. Nothing seemed to change. Teemo opened his eyes, and there he was. Surrounded by everything he had and hadn't pictured that filled up his room. Teemo did a double take. Spinning around his room and gasping for air.
"Yo!" he shouted, "Y-Yo!"
Teemo jumped, cheered and punched the air in joy. He could teleport! He could actually teleport! "This is sick! H-How?" he could barely catch his breath as he grew more ecstatic. Teemo repeated the process over and over. Closing his eyes, and imagining different areas of his house. Every time he opened his eyes, he was there. And each time Teemo only grew more excited. This mysterious power that Teemo had unlocked. It was an ability that allowed Teemo to teleport to any location, at any time, instantly, with nothing but an image in his mind. Or at least, that's what Teemo had deduced.
Now Teemo found himself experimenting if he could teleport into areas he didn't have an image of, by just imagining himself being displaced a certain distance… Teemo felt ridiculous saying that sentence out loud, but he had to try it. Now he was on the floor of his mom's room. Which he already had an image of, so Teemo asked himself if this experiment even counted. "I guess I should test it somewhere with a bit more mystery," he said to himself.
Teemo closed his eyes, and pictured his bed, the chilliness of his room, and the soft light from the window. Before he knew it, Teemo felt as if he was sinking into the surface below him. He opened his eyes to his bedroom ceiling, where he found himself on his bed. Teemo still couldn't believe he wasn't dreaming. How is this possible? His entire life, just the idea of being able to teleport, felt so out of reach. And why now? Being able to teleport would have been really convenient on days he got locked out of his house. Or days he was running late to work. Or days he was suddenly craving chicken strips but he couldn't drive the car. Where has this been my whole life? Teemo was reminded of what happened to him right before teleporting for the first time. Does it have something to do with the apocalypse? It was the only connection Teemo could make. Whether it did or not though, it saved his life. It could continue saving his life. Teemo's heart pounded at the thought of a horde of cannibalistic maniacs breaking through his front door and him just vanishing out of thin air. He smiled. There was nothing that could threaten him now.
Teemo knew he wasn't in a horror movie or show, but he couldn't help but compare this situation to what he'd seen on television. The worst situation he'd seen a fictional character in, is when they have to scavenge for food. When they have to explore a store at the risk of whatever dangers lurked inside. Teemo wouldn't have to worry about that. He could stroll through the store, casually checking expiration dates when a zombie would ambush him by jumping over the shelf. The moment he saw it, he could immediately teleport himself home, completely out of harm's way. Matter of fact, he could teleport back, taunt it, then teleport home again. It'll be too easy. The words "too easy" echoed in Teemo's head. Teemo's smile faded as he suddenly felt a twist in his stomach. Wait, why is it too easy? Teemo shot up in his bed, looking around his room as if he had lost something. What's the catch? Where did this power come from? Teemo looked down at his hands. There's no denying he suddenly gained this power for a reason. Whether Teemo had received it via supernatural force, he was in a simulation, or maybe even God himself granted it to him, something chose him. He couldn't just do whatever he wanted. Teemo bit at his nail. I have to play it safe.
Right when Teemo thought this, his phone buzzed. Teemo picked up his phone to find out that Darnell and Alicia had met up with Ryan. It seemed Tristan and his group were also on their way to the daycare. In his ecstasy of being able to teleport, Teemo had forgotten about his friends. Going off previous messages, Darnell was rounding everyone up into one large group. I have to play it safe. And being in a large group was the opposite of safe. All it takes is one idiot. One person to leave a door unlocked, to set off an alarm, to get greedy. One person was all it took to get everyone killed. I don't trust it. Teemo trusted Darnell. Teemo trusted that Darnell would be able to keep everything under control, but Teemo wouldn't be under control. No. He would ride this out solo. At least until he has more reason to join a group. He tapped the keyboard on his phone and sent:
"Yo, I gotta stay with my fam."
And that was all he left. Teemo stretched his arms and shoulders by swinging them back and forth a bit. He had to learn more about his power. He had to be ready for anything. "Alright," he murmured, cracking his neck, "Let's do this."