The day finally started and Mark had first shift. It was the usual crowd, old guy doing laps, fat kid in the corner desperately trying not to make it seem like he was there, a group floating in the deep end talking, the works. He leaned back in the chair.
'Damn...I went longer than usual today.' He thought to himself. 'Wish I could've gone longer, though. Damn pool not letting lifeguards swim while on duty...'
"You know, it's important to let your body rest after a long workout." The same voice from before said. This time he looked behind him.
'Goddammit, now I'm hearing things.' He sighed.
"No, you're sane," The voice assured him, "I'm...well, you'd know me as the trainer from Wii Fit, I suppose."
'Oh goddammit, you mean I suddenly become a Schitzo and I'm not even original enough to make up a voice in my head?'
"No, no, no. You do not have Scitzophrenia. Let me explain..." The voice then began explaining things to Mark.
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Sandra awoke about an hour later. She sat up blankly in her bed.
"That was...odd." She said to no one.
"Ah, memories." A voice suddenly said. Since Sandra thought she was alone, she was quite shocked at this new voice, so she did what any sane person would do; rolled off her bed, got out a gun case from under it, and took out her shotgun, pointing it at the doorway. When she was aware that no one was there, she got up cautiously and walked slowly towards the doorway, intent on surveying the house for intruders.
"Heh, I think I'm gonna like you." The voice chuckled. This caught Sandra off guard and she pulled the trigger. Thankfully, she had no shells in the shotgun (Well, didn't have any yet).
"Who are you?" Sandra said half-loudly, still on guard.
"Samus Aran, Bounty Hunter," The voice replied, "And you can put the gun down because I'm not in the house, I'm in your head."
Sandra snorted, still walking cautiously through her house. "Yeah right, I'm not falling for that one...this time..." She whispered under her breath. She went on to search her whole house, under every nook, cranny, and hiding spot she knew, and even found a few she didn't know she had. By the end of it she was exhausted. She plopped down on her couch and laid the shotgun on the coffee table.
"Believe me now?" The voice asked.
"Yes...alright, I'm all ears..." Sandra said, laying down on the couch.
"Good." Samus said, "Now then, here's what's going on..."