Ello mates, mpawn here. I know I haven't posted in a REALLY long time, but this idea just sorta struck me, so I figured I'd start writing it down.

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He hadn't gone outside in a very long time. In fact, he was sure he was dead. Quite sure. Rod knew he had been dead for over 35 years at this point, but here he was, standing in a library, with no idea how he got there. The air seemed to hang there, suspended among the cobwebs. Yet there was also a sense that it was all an illusion. As he wandered around the room, he noticed a pair of old doors. He pushed on one of them to open it….

And was met by a lobby of sorts. The hotel, at least that's where he was assuming he was, was long since abandoned. Dust cluttered the floor, for the most part. There were velvet ropes leading towards the same room he had just exited, dividing the room neatly. Within the ropes, the floor was well taken care of, dust free. Outside of them, however, it looked as though no one had entered the building for years. The cobwebs especially seemed to favor the owl statue in the middle of the room. Around him, as he wandered along the strange path, he saw ordinary objects, a half-empty coffee cup, a folded down newspaper, an abandoned Mahjong game. "It looks as though everyone just got up and left in a hurry," he said, speaking for the first time since waking up in this strange area. He could still not remember anything other than his first name, Rod, and that the key he wore around his neck was important for some reason. "Wait, where did this key come from?" he asked himself. Indeed, the key did not fit with his attire, a formal suit. It was a rather odd variety, as it was mainly a skeleton key, but where the prongs would have been, a spiral shape remained.

"So, you've finally decided to join us in the land of the imaginary," another voice called out to him.

"Who's there?" Rod asked, not quite certain of himself, or this mystery man.

"Name's Steven. Steven Tyler. Ya know, of Aerosmith." the mystery voice replied as he walked into the light where rod could see him. When he finally saw him, Rod quickly noted Steven's large poofy hair. He certainly didn't look like any man that Rod knew. "If you're just going to stand there and stare at me, usually most people just take pictures."

"I'm sorry, where did you say this was again? The land of the imaginary?"

"Nah, I was just joking with you, kinda. We're in Walt Disney World," replied Steven.

"Where? I've never heard of this Walt Disney World. Do you live here?" asked Rod, even more unsure of his surrounding than before.

"Well, I mean technically I live here, I'm just a character see, I live in the next building over, under the giant guitar. I guess you have amnesia then." Steven answered, "Although it is odd that you've only now decided to grace the parks with your presence, your ride has been here for over 20 years at this point. Heck, you're older than I am in this form."

"Form? Giant guitar? Character? You're not making any sense, Steven," Rod quipped.

"I guess I'd better show you then." WIth that, Steven walked out of the ornate glass doors. "Come on, then, get out here," he called. As Rod walked out, the first thing he noticed was the intense, humid heat. It was late, past 1am by his internal clock, but the area was still well lit. As he followed Steven through another winding line, he also began to notice the strange sounds floating in the air. It sounded like music from the 1930's but that couldn't be right. If what Steven had told him was correct, that he had been in this mystery land for over 20 years, why was music from before he died being played? It just made no sense. However, while he was lost in his own thoughts, Steven was getting away. Deciding it was better to not lose the only other person he had seen in this strange world so far, he quickly chased after Steven.

When they exited the area, they were met with two strangely unlocked and unfamiliar wrought iron gates. A sense of wrongness came up to him and he asked Steven the first thing that came to mind. "Why are these gates unlocked? Shouldn't they be locked after the park closes?" Then immediately after finishing his question he clamped a hand over his mouth. Park closing? Where had that come from?

"Oh good, you're starting to remember something about this place, even if it's just a reflex reaction and not a real memory. Don't worry, we can call someone who can help with that in a bit, just follow me." Steven answered. Then, strangely, he walked beneath a car suspended upside-down by an arch. When they crossed underneath, the music changed, with no feeling of transition, to a hard rock and roll variety. Rod immediately figured out what Steven was talking about when he said he lived near a giant guitar, as right in front of him, a large cherry red Fender Stratocaster stood in front of him, with the neck stretching and contorting over towards the car he was currently standing under. "Get your butt over here, we've got calls to make, and I don't really wanna risk standing out in the open air for too long, so walk this way, please."

"Wait who could you possibly have to call that is so important?"

"The Children of Light. The Kingdom Keepers. They need to know that you're awake."

A/N: Well, this was chapter one, please review, tell me if you liked it. I hope I was being at least a little cryptic on what was going on, but if I wasn't feel free to inform me in a comment. I'm not particularly good at this whole writing thing, so I need all the help I can get.

Until next time, mpawn.