-={ππ»πΈπΎπΉ ππ±πͺπ½ ππ±πͺπΈπΌ}=-
"I'm missing... some milk, eggs, maybe some more ketchup... I'm out of cereal anyways." I mused, sifting through my fridge.
ππ¦ ππππ ππ πΆππππ π½π’πππππ.
"Yeah, I could probably stop by the Publix near the square," I stated to myself, my shopping trips destination chosen.
πΌπ π¦ππ’'ππ πππππππ π‘βππ , π¦ππ’'π£π ππππππππ¦ π πππ π‘πππ ππ π π‘πππππ π€ππ‘β π π ππππππ π π‘πππ‘.
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.
ππ, πΌ'ππ π ππ£π π¦π' ππππ π‘βπ πππππππ π ππ₯πππ ππ‘πππ. πΌ π€πππ‘ π‘π πππ‘ πππππππππ , πππ π‘βππ πππ‘ βππ‘ ππ¦ π π πππ-π‘ππ’ππ.
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-
*ππππ ππππ!*
"Wha-!"
*πΎπ§πͺπ£ππ!*
I got pasted by a fucking semi!
...
πππβ~, π€ππ π'π‘ ππ¦ πππππ‘ππ π‘ ππππππ‘. πΌ'ππ πππππ‘, πΌ π€ππ πππππ π ππ’ππππ π ...
-={ππ»πΈπΎπΉ ππ±πͺπ½ ππ±πͺπΈπΌ}=-
ππ'π¬ π¬π¨ ππ¨π₯π...
π°π‘ππ«π-?
*ππ£ππ₯*
"πΎπππ ππ πππ , π° π ππ'π ππππ πππ ππππππππ!" 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»πππ πππ ππππ ππππππ." 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.
"π«ππ'π ππππ ππ ππ ππππ ππππ. πππ'ππ πππ π ππππππ ππππ πππ ππππππππ ππ π ππππ."
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-πππ‘π’πππ‘π’πππ‘π’πππ‘π’πππ‘π’πππ‘π’πππ‘π’-... nevermind.
"... *π¨πππ*, πΎππππππ, ππ πππ π―ππππππππ. πΎππππ πππ πππππ πππ π ππ πππππππππππ πππ πππππππππ , πππ ππππ ππππππππππππ ππππππ ππ πππππππ πππππ ππ πππππππππ. πΆπ 'πΉππππππ' ππ ππππ ππππ."
My brows furrowed, "That sounds unnecessarily convoluted... and very confusing."
"πΎπππ πππ ππππ ππππ ππ ππππ ππ π° ππππ, πππ πππ ππππ ππ ππ."
He gazed to my left, "π©ππ, ππ ππππππ ππππππππ πππ ππππ ππππ ππ πππ ππππ . πΊπππ πππ π·πππππ πππππ ππ ππππ ππππ, ππππππ."
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.
"πΆπ... π πππ ππ π»πππ πππππ ππππ ππππ. πΎπππ, ππππππππ πππ . πππ πππ ππππ πππππ πππππ ππππ." He congratulated me, but then gave me a pointed look. "πΊπ, πππ ππ ππππ ππ ππππ πππππ π πππππ . πΊπππππ ππ πππ'ππ πππππ ππππ πππ ππ πππ ππππππππππ ππππππ ππππππ πππ πππππ πΆππ π·ππππ, πͺππ'π ππππππ ππππ ππ πππππ. π°π πππππ ππππ ππππππππ ππ ππ ππππππ."
He shook his head, "πΊπ, π° ππππ ππ ππππ πππ πππ ππ π πΉππ-πππ ππππ-ππππ πππππ . πΎπ ππππ ππππ ππππ ππππππ ππππππ ππππππ ππππ ππππππππ ππ πππ ππππ πππππ πππ π¬πππ. π¨ππ πππ π ππ'π ππππ ππππ πππ πππ πππ πππππ ππ πππππ ππππ ππππππ ππππ, πππππππ."
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, "π°'π πππ πππ πππ π πππ' ππππ, πππ π°π πππ πππππ πππ πππ πππ π«πππ πππ ππ πππ ππππ ππππππππ, ππ ππππ π° πππππ."
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.
"πΊππππ ππππ πππ ππππ ππ ππ. π―πππ πππ ππππ ππππππ πππ ππππ 'ππππ ππππ πππ ππππ ππππππ πππ ππ." He cleared his throat.
"ππππ πππππππ πππ π πππ ."
Hey! That was really blunt!
"πππ'ππ ππ πππππππ, πππ ππππ ππππ πππ'π ππππππ. π°π'π πππ πππππππππππ ππ ππππ π ππππ πππ ππππππππ ππππππππ."
He put his phone back into his pocket, before waving me bye.
"ππππ πππ, ππππ πππ ππππ πππ π πππ πππππ."
And I was suddenly falling back to the π½π‘ππ£π ππ©ππ§-
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!