2 The day

After sleeping until about 12 in the afternoon, he woke up from the best sleep of his life.

"What happened?" said Chris after waking up. "Was it just a dream?"

He walked out of his room to find a completely different house than the one he grew up in. "Mom, are you here?" he yelled into the now empty and unknown house.

"What is this?" asked Chris. "Could it have been real? Did I really meet a god last night?" Chris thought as he continued to explore the house.

As he thought and went to explore more, everything started to turn grey, as nothing seemed to move around him and a tear in space opened before his eyes.

"You! You're the thing I met last night," Chris said as it brushed off its suit and sat on the couch.

"You're correct. I've come to tell you some stuff before we start the show," ROB said.

"Now, to start, the R6 operators. They are all living in your mind right now. Like I said, you can become them by saying their names in your mind. I wouldn't try more than once until you upgrade your mind a little because it might tear your mind," ROB said.

"Another thing, you're in Gotham, so try not to die too quickly. Now, for your house, I've made it so your parents were semi-rich before they died, so you inherited around 2 million dollars and this house and cars. I'll let you discover the stuff in here, but for now, I'm going to leave. Toodles," ROB said as the rift in space closed and he was gone.

Sitting on the couch, Chris took a minute to think. "Gotham, I might be screwed."

Standing up, he went and explored around the house. It's a 2-story, 4-bedroom, 3-bathroom with an office and small workout section on the first floor.

"This is so big," Chris thought as he flopped onto the king-sized bed in the master bedroom.

"Oh yeah, I forgot about my wishes. I was too busy with the house," he thought as he quickly thought the name of an operator. "Flores" is all he thought as he suddenly was filled with the memories and experiences of one Santiago Flores Lucero, from his life as a juvenile, to his time in military school, to his time as a burglar, to his time on Rainbow.

"Well, this is weird. It's like there are two of us in this head of ours," a voice said in a mix of American and Spanish.

"Well, let's start breakfast," the Chris/Flores said as he approached the kitchen.

Twenty minutes later, and the house smelled like fried eggs and toast.

Munching on his food, Chris sat back, relaxing for the first time all day, when suddenly someone started pounding at the front door.

Opening the Ring app on his phone, he looked at the camera, seeing a man standing outside his door.

Closing the app, Chris thought quickly, approaching the door, unlocking it, and slightly opening it.

"Yo, kid, I'm sorry to hear about your parents, but you're two months late on your protection fee, and the Penguin isn't a man you want to keep waiting," the man said, trying to push the door open.

"Wait, you can't come in," Chris said, trying to close the door but failing to do so.

Forcing the door open, the thug stepped into his house, putting brass knuckles on his fists.

"I'm truly sorry about this, kid," he said as he swung.