This sounds like fun!

So do we start like a regular  RP? 

I wake up in the morning, rubbing my eyes and yawning. I smile to myself. Saturday. I look at the clock. 6:49. Perfect. Sister asleep?... Where is my sister? I look in the bed. She's not here. Where did she go?

"Mom! MOM!!" No answer. I look in my parents' bedroom. No one.

I go back to my bedroom, thinking. And then someone interrupts my thoughts.

"Danie... Danie!!" I turn around. A boy stands in front of me, poking me. He has blondish gray hair, and blue eyes.

"W-who are you?..."

"Squeak. I seem to have appeared from air. No clue how. And now I'm here." Squeak looks at me again.

"Oh my gosh... Oh my... Oh my gosh.... Pinch me." Squeak then pinches me. "Well, then, I'm not dreaming. I must be going crazy."

"Nah, or else both of us would be. This is all very strange," Squeak adds. "I somehow appeared... out of thin air."

"Yes... yes... And my sister is not even here! Or my parents!"

"Probably because on cb, we don't have parents. And I never heard you mention your sister on cb."

"True true... And now I have a twin... Great... Great! So, if my life is now based on cb, where is my ray gun?"

"Right there." He points to my shelf.

"Oh." I grab it. Aiming it at Squeak. "Let's see if this works... AHAHHA!"

Squeak turns into a purple unicorn. Amazing. And... I'm not even going crazy!

"Woohooo! Great, I even got my cb personality!... Oh great, so do you." I eye Squeak.

"Very funny. I am absoutely loving this." Squeak rolls his unicorn eyes.

"Wow. Never seen a unicorn roll its eyes. But then, I've never seen a unicorn before. By the way, how did it feel when you suddenly poofed into thin air?"

"...My first thought was, 'My name is Squeak.' My second was, 'Why?' My third, 'Oh, because of cb. I'm an alter ego.' My fourth, 'This is a strange feeling. Look, there's Danie.'" Squeak sighs.

"Let's go check on cb. I wanna see what's happening over there." I go to my computer, typing in the cricket link.

I go on Down to Earth first. I click on the first one, titled, "HELP. IS TH...". from Somebody.

I read the rest.

HELP. IS THIS HAPPENING TO ANYONE ELSE?

When I woke up in morning, my ALTER EGOS WERE HERE. Shifting Sands and Volcano are right behind me as I type this message.

I AM TELLING THE TRUTH. ADMINS, POST THIS MESSAGE. I NEED TO KNOW IF THIS IS HAPPENING TO ANYONE ELSE.

Comments replying to the post were stuff like, "YES!!! IT'S HAPPENING TO ME TOO!" or "HELP!!!"

But there is one, tiny, message at the bottom.

Go to Las Vegas.

And I had a feeling, a tiny, puny feeling, that we needed to go there.

"Squeak, we are going on a trip."

"In our favorite rocket ship!!! Going through the sky!!" Squeak sings.

"No. We are going to Las Vegas. Why, I have no clue. Never ask my gut why."

So. I see the LV post and say, "AH-WELL. Looks like we are going on a little excursion!" I turn to my alter egos. "It's actually very pleasant, having a Secret HQ, powers, even you guys. But I just wish I had my--"

"Mana Manaphy!"

"Pikachu!"

"Messssprit!"

"Mismagius!"

"Hsssss! *rattle*"

"*happy growl*"

"Fgyg!"

"Mana! Pika! Mespri! Magi! Lotus! Amazon! Diamonds! Silver! Fruity! THIS IS DA BEST DAY EVAH!!!"

"So what do we take to Las Vegas?" Shifting asks. "Volcano just melted all the hoverboards."

Volcano laughs sheepishly, standing over a pile of molten titanium. 

"Then we have no choice but a road trip. Pack your bags."

TWENTY MINUTES LATER IN THE MIDDLE OF THE FREEWAY AT THE MOST INCONVINIENT PLACE POSSIBLE FOR A BATHROOM BREAK

"I need the lavatory!" Volcano complained.

"Well, why in the Continuity didn't you go before?!"

"I DIDNT HAVE TO GO THEN!!!!" 

"Ugh...."

"Pikachu!" 

"uvuw." 

I wake up lying on something large and bumpy. I look at the clock. 5:45 it says. Great! I think. Everyone's still asleep. I am about to jump out of bed when I realize two things. One, I shouldn't have been able to see the clock without my glasses. Two, my sister who sleeps beside me is gone. 

I sit up, than freeze. A black, scaly foot, with seven claws lies on the blanket. It takes me a full minute to realize whose it is.  

It's mine. And those bumpy things? They are wings. My wings. Because I am a dragon. 

I hop off the bed and look around the house. Everyone is gone. Disappeared. Poof. Just like that.

Then I get the second suprise of the day. A giant, silver moth, is sitting on my bed. "Silvery!" I gasp, "Silvery Ink! What in the moon are you doing here?"

"I don't know," she says quitely. "One moment I was there," she points at my laptop. "And the next, here." "I don't like this," I growl. "I went to sleep a human and wake up a black dragon."

I turn on my laptop, my claws sliping on the keys. I go to CB and I see most of the posts say, "AHHHHH MY AEs ARE IN REAL LIFE!!!!!!" and then I see one that is not. It says simply, "Go to Las Vegas". "Silvery, come take a look at this," I tell her. She flies to my desk, and reads the post. "Las Vegas? That's over 250 miles away." She says glancing at the map on my wall.  I shrugg. "What else can we do?" Silvery nods. "You are right."

"We'll need alot of food. It's going to be a long time before we get there." Silvery looks at me oddly. "Shadow, we can fly there, it will not take long" "But I don't know how to fly," I say, lifting my large black wings. "Then you'll just have to learn."

I start packing food. A horried smell I smell when digging in the refrigerator. I realise what it is. Chocolate. Why do I hate it? I wonder.

The next night after many flying lessons from Silvery, we were packed and ready to go.

I want to join but I already have a role play going on and I am barely in it sooooo ya.

Buddy said oooa is he singing  

I wake up at 7:30 as usual, except it's not usual because Spyro's sitting on top of me.

"HELLO!" He shouts at the top of his lungs. "YOUR PARENTS AREN'T HERE AND I'M REAL NOW!"

"Why... wha-... are you... am I hallucinating? Must've been that burrito last night."

"NOPE! THIS IS REAL LIFE... I THINK!"

"Why are you shouting?!" 

"BECAUSE I KNOW IT WILL ANNOY YOU!"

"Ugh, couldn't I have created someone less... like you?"

"YOU SHOULD CHECK THE CHATTERBOX AND ALSO THE FRIDGE BECAUSE I'M HUNGRYYYYY!" 

"I hate you so much!"

"Hehehe..."

When I go check the CB, there's tons of people screaming about how their AEs are in real life now. There's one post that stands out: four simple words. "Come to las Vegas." 

"Alright Spyro, we're goin' to Vegas!"

"That's like on the other side of the country!" 

"Do you think I'm not aware?"

Suddenly I feel like I'm burning.

"DID YOU JUST BREATHE FIRE ON ME?! Get some freaking water! Ahh!"

"Sorry..."

...

"Great, now my clothes are sopping wet. What's wrong with you? Don't you know I can DIE here?

Anyway, pack your junk. We're going to have to go to Vegas, somehow."

...

"Ooh ooh! I could fly us there!"

"Er... yeah, that would work. Since we don't have enough money to pay for a plane ride."

"YAAAAY road trip! Or... sky trip!"

I am hiding behind my computer, freaking out for several reasons: overnight I seem to have become part green dragon; my huge nerdy purple dragon alter ego is sitting in my backyard, staring at me; my parents are nowhere to be found, and my sister (who used to be on the CB but quit) exists only in ghostly hamster form; all the usual clutter in our house has been replaced with un-usual clutter, such as spellbooks and weird potion-making equipment; and to top it all off, the minute I get on the CB, everybody is saying things like "OMG SOMEONE HELP ME MY ALTER EGOS ARE HEREEEEEE" and "DOES ANYBODY ELSE HAVE A CRAZY ALTER EGO RUNNING AROUND THEIR HOUSE SABOTAGING EVERYTHING"! And then there's a loud cracking noise. Di has put her head through the screen door. "You okay, Curio? I was content to just sit out here wondering why I suddenly exist, but then you stopped smelling nervous and started smelling outright scared. What's up...besides the obvious, I mean?" She gestures around with her nose at the room in general, indicating the assorted strangeness.

I unplug the laptop and carry it over to the destroyed door so Di can see it too. "Look at this. Apparently this same thing's been happening to everyone on the CB! What do you make of...hey wait a sec, what's this?" I have just noticed a small post at the bottom of a page, reading simply, "Go to Las Vegas." The name field is empty. Di looks where I'm pointing, and her brow furrows. "I don't know what that is. Do you think we should? Go to Vegas?" At that exact moment, something nudges my leg. I jump, startled, and look down to see...Koda! The captcha! She's here too! And she's dragging a mound of leather straps that could only be Di's saddle! I don't use it often, only on long-distance trips when my wings are too small to hold up. "Pdbi!" she yips happily, tugging the saddle toward Di, who chuckles. "I guess we know what the captcha's vote is!"

I make my decision, and go upstairs to pack my bags. 

"Would you just quit talking for once in your life?" I growl at Silvery. "I can hardly hear myself think." We are flying over a pine forest, following a road. "Oh, sorry," she says and is silent for a nanosecond before chattering away. 

I can't wait to get to Las Vegas.

I dive down to the ground. Silvery follows. "Why are we stopping?"

"Because, we're lost."  

"Lost?" 

"Yes, mothball, we're lost." 

"Don't call me mothball!"

"Whatever," I mutter. "The point is, we don't know where we are."  I land on the ground and fold my wings against my back. "Well," says Silvery, "it's not like we can just ask for directions."

"I know. But the other CBers will be going to Vegas too. Perhaps we can find one of them." 

A purple dragon streaks overhead in the dusk. I make a clumsy takeoff. "Come on Silvery! Let's follow them!" I yell as I spread my wings to the air.

I ascend  over the treetops with each stroke of my wings. Silvery is right after me. For a moth, she is fast. 

The purple dragon is fast, but I am too. Faster though the air I go. Fly, fly, fly, after them, go, go, go, catch up with them. Don't let them get away. 

I catch up with the purple dragon. I see that there is a rider, on the dragon's back.

I grin at them, then go find Silvery, who has been left behind in the race. I feel the cool night air, rippling over my wings as I slowly flap  back in the moonlight.

I never, never, would have thought it was this much fun to be a dragon.

Sorry I took a while to join!

I wake up and yawn, pushing my limbs around my bed. I turn around with some discomfort- probably got tangled up in the comforter again- and glance as the clock. 8:00. Ehh, I can sleep longer.

But when I place my face on my pillow, something digs into my skin.

My glasses?! I don't sleep with them on! I remember taking them off!
Suddenly suspicious, I glance at my door. Did my brother come in during the night?! But no, it's just as I left it. I frown and climb down my steps.

"Stupid dress," I grumble. "Gets in the way of everything."
Then I realize. Dress? I didn't wear a dress to bed! And I don't have a pure white dress, anyway!
I start to get quite suspicious. Even though I know St.Owl doesn't exsist, could it be possible....

I tug at the necklace around my neck, one with an owl insigna. And then for the hardest part of all...

I turn around to see a gigantic pair of white wings sticking out of my back.

I'm not a fainter, but everything goes black.

~~~~~

"Hey! Owl! Come on!"

Someone is repedetly smacking my face."Stop it, Dev! The atlas clearly says that smacking doesn't work! What we need is cold water!"
"I'm not fetching any water!"

"Fine, I will! Just stop smacking her!"
"You're not my boss, Feather! I'll do whatever I want!"
I hear the click of my door, and then the person goes back to smacking me.

Fwwsh. Click. "Stand back, Dev!"
"Nonononono!!!!" I shout, sitting bolt upright. "I'mawakeI'mawakeI'mawake!!!!"
"Oh, good. There you are."
A girl with short sandy blond hair and a cameo outfit is gazing down at me with purple eyes. A pair of small tan wings flutter behind her back. Behind her, a girl with black-and-purple hair and a black outfit is morphing into a barn owl.

"Devil Owl? Feather? WHy are you here?" I ask groggily."
"Good question!" Feather chirps. "We just came into existence, and I was about to do an atom test on us to see if we're real! We should do one on you, too, because I don't think normal people are supposed to have wings, but I don't know..."

"I just came here to annoy you!!" Dev crows, flying to the ceiling and pooping.

"Errr... this is a dream, right?"
"Nope! I already pinched myself!" Feather replies.

I pinch myself anyway; I'm awake.

"Well, in any case, I don't think I should be alone. I'm going to go on the Chatterbox."
I tiptoe into the living room (strange, why isn't dad snoring?) and nab dad's computer.

There are things like, "Is anyone else's alter egos tearing around the room destroying anything?!"

"I just turned into a draaagoyn!"
"Saphire Dragon called me a mothball!"
I scroll to the bottom and finally see, "Go to Los Vegas."
"Great! I've always wanted to go there!" I chirp. "Let's take the air, folks! Round up your owls, atlases, and Harry Potter books, and we'll be off!"

We take to the air. 

*Note: Can I join if I don't have AEs? I think it would be a cool perspective, but if not, DISREGARD*

Air~

It's a Saturday morning, and I wake up... in a sleeping bag on the floor. There's no one around. I walk over to my laptop and open it up.

Waaagghhh! CB is full of posts! I click the main thread, with more than 100 comments. Somebody's posted something about her alter egos running wild. And... go to Las Vegas?

Okay. That's not weird at all, I think. Las Vegas. I haven't exactly got any reason to go there...

But then I return to the main CB and see another post, by Shadow Dragon. 

I'll meet you in front of the hotel. Shadow Dragon, Flying to Las Vegas.

Danie, hotairballoon, Somebody, and A Curious Dragon have all replied. Suddenly, I see a bike, leaning on my wall. I don't have a bike inside: something's weird. I click Add new comment and say, I'm coming. 

I run around the house. I seem to have acquired a burlap backpack, a solarpunk bike and crate, and a Hitchhiker's Guide to the CB. Cool! I think, scooping a tictac gun and a dozen packs of orange tictacs from a shelf. I'm so ready.  

I don't have an alter ego. So I can't participate? Tears...