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Spirited Away via Vehicular Manslaughter

-={𝓖𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓹 𝓒𝓱π“ͺ𝓽 𝓒𝓱π“ͺ𝓸𝓼}=-

"I'm missing... some milk, eggs, maybe some more ketchup... I'm out of cereal anyways." I mused, sifting through my fridge.

𝑀𝑦 π‘›π‘Žπ‘šπ‘’ 𝑖𝑠 πΆπ‘™π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘˜ π½π‘’π‘›π‘–π‘π‘’π‘Ÿ.

"Yeah, I could probably stop by the Publix near the square," I stated to myself, my shopping trips destination chosen.

𝐼𝑓 π‘¦π‘œπ‘’'π‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘Žπ‘‘π‘–π‘›π‘” π‘‘β„Žπ‘–π‘ , π‘¦π‘œπ‘’'𝑣𝑒 π‘π‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘π‘Žπ‘π‘™π‘¦ 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑛 π‘‘π‘œπ‘›π‘  π‘œπ‘“ π‘ π‘‘π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘–π‘’π‘  π‘€π‘–π‘‘β„Ž π‘Ž π‘ π‘–π‘šπ‘–π‘™π‘Žπ‘Ÿ π‘ π‘‘π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘‘.

I locked the door behind me, and put my key into my coat pocket. It's been getting chillier these days. It's almost winter.

π‘†π‘œ, 𝐼'𝑙𝑙 π‘ π‘Žπ‘£π‘’ π‘¦π‘Ž' π‘“π‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘š π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑒π‘₯π‘π‘œπ‘ π‘–π‘‘π‘–π‘œπ‘›. 𝐼 𝑀𝑒𝑛𝑑 π‘‘π‘œ 𝑔𝑒𝑑 π‘”π‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘’π‘ , π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’π‘› π‘”π‘œπ‘‘ β„Žπ‘–π‘‘ 𝑏𝑦 π‘Ž π‘ π‘’π‘šπ‘–-π‘‘π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘π‘˜.

The crosswalk turned white, so I started walking. Some older guy was waving his hands for some reason, but I couldn't hear him with my headphones in.

'Wonder what he's on about.' I question in my mind. I turned back to the sidewalk before-

*π™ƒπ™Šπ™‰π™† π™ƒπ™Šπ™‰π™†!*

"Wha-!"

*π˜Ύπ™§π™ͺπ™£π™˜π™!*

I got pasted by a fucking semi!

...

π‘Œπ‘’π‘Žβ„Ž~, π‘€π‘Žπ‘ π‘›'𝑑 π‘šπ‘¦ π‘”π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘Žπ‘‘π‘’π‘ π‘‘ π‘šπ‘œπ‘šπ‘’π‘›π‘‘. 𝐼'𝑙𝑙 π‘Žπ‘‘π‘šπ‘–π‘‘, 𝐼 π‘€π‘Žπ‘  π‘˜π‘–π‘›π‘‘π‘Ž π‘Ž π‘‘π‘’π‘šπ‘π‘Žπ‘ π‘ ...

-={𝓖𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓹 𝓒𝓱π“ͺ𝓽 𝓒𝓱π“ͺ𝓸𝓼}=-

𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐜𝐨π₯𝐝...

𝐰𝐑𝐞𝐫𝐞-?

*π™Žπ™£π™–π™₯*

"π‘Ύπ’‚π’Œπ’† 𝒖𝒑 π’Œπ’Šπ’…, 𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒍 π’†π’•π’†π’“π’π’Šπ’•π’š!" A voice snapped me from my funk

"W-what the hell?!" I shrieked, (If anyone asks, it was a manly man shriek.) My head swiveled around so fast I thought I might've snapped it.

I was in a room.

well, it was more of a closet, with cleaning materials, some spray bottles, and a mop. It smelt faintly of bleach.

"π‘»π’π’π’Œ π’šπ’π’– π’π’π’π’ˆ π’†π’π’π’–π’ˆπ’‰." the voice grumbled, before spotting a blotted figure wearing a Janitor's uniform.

"...What the hell?" I raised an eyebrow. I wasn't freaking out because I've read about more than enough scenarios about this shtick.

"𝑫𝒐𝒏'𝒕 π’π’π’π’Œ 𝒂𝒕 π’Žπ’† π’π’Šπ’Œπ’† 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕. 𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 π’…π’–π’Žπ’ƒπ’‚π’”π’” 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 π’ˆπ’π’• 𝒔𝒒𝒖𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒅 π’ƒπ’š 𝒂 π’”π’†π’Žπ’Š."

Fair.

"But ah... gonna give me an explanation?" I asked. I could feel the deadpan stare, even if he had no eyes.

Wait, why am I not freaking out-π™˜π™–π™‘π™’π™˜π™–π™‘π™’π™˜π™–π™‘π™’π™˜π™–π™‘π™’π™˜π™–π™‘π™’π™˜π™–π™‘π™’π™˜π™–π™‘π™’-... nevermind.

"... *π™¨π™žπ™œπ™*, π‘Ύπ’†π’π’„π’π’Žπ’†, 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑯𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓. 𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 π’˜π’‰π’ π’…π’Šπ’† π’‘π’“π’†π’Žπ’‚π’•π’–π’“π’†π’π’š 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒂𝒍𝒖𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 π’”π’–π’ƒπ’”π’†π’’π’–π’†π’π’•π’π’š 𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒇 π’†π’™π’Šπ’”π’•π’†π’π’„π’†. 𝑢𝒓 'π‘Ήπ’†π’‚π’π’Šπ’•π’š' π’Šπ’ π’šπ’π’–π’“ 𝒄𝒂𝒔𝒆."

My brows furrowed, "That sounds unnecessarily convoluted... and very confusing."

"𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 π’šπ’π’– π’˜π’π’“π’Œ 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒔 π’π’π’π’ˆ 𝒂𝒔 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆, π’šπ’π’– π’ˆπ’†π’• 𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 π’Šπ’•."

He gazed to my left, "𝑩𝒖𝒕, π’˜π’† 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 π’‘π’“π’π’ƒπ’‚π’ƒπ’π’š π’ˆπ’†π’• π’•π’‰π’Šπ’” π’”π’‰π’π’˜ 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒂𝒅. π‘Ίπ’‘π’Šπ’ 𝒕𝒉𝒆 π‘·π’Šπ’Œπ’Šπ’π’ˆ π’˜π’‰π’†π’†π’ 𝒕𝒐 π’šπ’π’–π’“ 𝒍𝒆𝒇𝒕, 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆."

I turn to my left, only to spot a colorful wheel with names on it.

'What- When the hell did that get there?!' I exclaimed in my mind.

Looking at it, the Wheel was labeled "The power wheel for dumbass who died early". That isn't a joke either, but It was so on the dot it hurt.

It was... confusing to look at, to say the least. It had tons of entries, some bigger, longer, while others were shorter to make space. but considering where I am, it was probably an oval that was compressed or something.

So I grabbed the wheel, and pulled down, hard.

Powers and systems flew by. Some I was glad to not get.

'Leading system? Really? It sounds like something from a third-rate Chinese translation. Kinda cringe.'

Shut like Sharingan, uh... was that a 'Friendship' System? The fuck?

And slowly trickled down to a crawl.

'Is that...!'

'C'mon Probability manipulation I see you there you-'

The janitor sneezed, and it titled just enough to instead land on the next power. A... a Dimensional Group Chat?

"I uh, I think I read something about that in a book on Webnovel..." I muttered to myself.

"𝑢𝒉... π’…π’‚π’Žπ’ π’Šπ’• 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕 π’Žπ’†π’‚π’π’” π’Žπ’π’“π’† π’˜π’π’“π’Œ. 𝑾𝒆𝒍𝒍, π’„π’π’π’ˆπ’“π’‚π’•π’” π’Œπ’Šπ’…. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 π’ˆπ’π’• π’”π’π’Žπ’† π’π’Šπ’‡π’•π’š π’ˆπ’“π’π’–π’‘ 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒕." He congratulated me, but then gave me a pointed look. "𝑺𝒐, π’π’π’˜ π’˜π’† 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 π’•π’‚π’π’Œ 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒂 π’˜π’π’“π’π’…. π‘Ίπ’†π’†π’Šπ’π’ˆ 𝒂𝒔 π’šπ’π’–'𝒗𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅 π’‚π’π’š 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 π’Žπ’‚π’Šπ’π’”π’•π’“π’†π’‚π’Ž π’Žπ’‚π’π’ˆπ’‚π’” 𝒆𝒙𝒄𝒆𝒑𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 π’Žπ’‚π’šπ’ƒπ’† 𝑢𝒏𝒆 π‘·π’Šπ’†π’„π’†, π‘ͺ𝒂𝒏'𝒕 π’“π’†π’‚π’π’π’š 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒅 π’šπ’‚ 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆. 𝑰𝒕 π’˜π’π’–π’π’… π’π’π’π’Œ π’•π’†π’“π’“π’Šπ’ƒπ’π’† 𝒐𝒏 π’Žπ’š π’“π’†π’”π’–π’Žπ’†."

He shook his head, "𝑺𝒐, 𝑰 π’˜π’Šπ’π’ 𝒃𝒆 π’”π’†π’π’…π’Šπ’π’ˆ π’šπ’π’– 𝒕𝒐 𝒂 π‘Ήπ’π’Ž-π’„π’π’Ž π’Žπ’Šπ’”π’‰-π’Žπ’‚π’”π’‰ π’˜π’π’“π’π’…. 𝑾𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 π’Žπ’π’“π’† 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 π’†π’π’π’–π’ˆπ’‰ π’†π’π’†π’“π’ˆπ’š π’ˆπ’‚π’Šπ’π’†π’… π’‡π’“π’π’Ž π’„π’π’π’‡π’π’Šπ’„π’• 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒖𝒏 π’•π’‰π’Šπ’” 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝑬𝒐𝒏𝒔. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 π’šπ’π’– 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 π’”π’†π’†π’Ž π’π’Šπ’Œπ’† 𝒕𝒉𝒆 π’ˆπ’–π’š π’˜π’‰π’ π’˜π’‚π’π’•π’” 𝒕𝒐 π’‡π’Šπ’ˆπ’‰π’• π’šπ’π’–π’“ π’†π’π’•π’Šπ’“π’† π’π’Šπ’‡π’†, π’‚π’π’šπ’˜π’‚π’šπ’”."

I nodded, but I couldn't help but ask, "could the main part be that Komi-san manga? I've read to chapter three hundred... Is that alright with you?"

He shrugged, "𝑰'π’Ž 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 π’ˆπ’–π’š π’…π’π’Šπ’' π’•π’‰π’Šπ’”, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑰𝒕 π’˜π’‚π’” 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒅 π’ˆπ’–π’š 𝒕𝒐 π’ˆπ’†π’• π’”π’π’Žπ’† 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒔, 𝒔𝒐 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝑰 π’ˆπ’–π’†π’”π’”."

I heard something vibrate, akin to a notification from a phone. The janitor reached into his pocket, a grabbed a phone. I couldn't tell what model or type it was though.

"π‘Ίπ’†π’†π’Žπ’” π’π’Šπ’Œπ’† 𝒐𝒖𝒓 π’•π’Šπ’Žπ’† π’Šπ’” 𝒖𝒑. 𝑯𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒆 π’”π’π’Žπ’† π’π’Šπ’•π’•π’π’† π’•π’Šπ’…π’ƒπ’Šπ’•π’” '𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 π’šπ’π’–π’“ π’π’†π’˜ π’π’Šπ’‡π’† 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 π’šπ’π’– π’ˆπ’." He cleared his throat.

"𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒅."

Hey! That was really blunt!

"𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 π’”π’Šπ’™π’•π’†π’†π’, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 π’šπ’π’–π’“ π’π’‚π’Žπ’† π’˜π’π’'𝒕 π’„π’‰π’‚π’π’ˆπ’†. 𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒐 π’Šπ’π’†π’‡π’‡π’Šπ’„π’Šπ’†π’π’• 𝒕𝒐 π’˜π’Šπ’‘π’† 𝒂 π’π’‚π’Žπ’† 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒆 π’Žπ’†π’Žπ’π’“π’Šπ’†π’”."

He put his phone back into his pocket, before waving me bye.

"π‘­π’–π’„π’Œ 𝒐𝒇𝒇, 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 π’šπ’π’– 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒇𝒖𝒏 π’…π’π’˜π’ 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆."

And I was suddenly falling back to the π˜½π™‘π™žπ™£π™™ π™€π™©π™šπ™§-

So I finally got around to re-doing this.

I might have accidentally erased the drafts for the other chapters, so I'm basically winging it at this point.

Creation is hard, cheer me up!

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