1 Chapter 1

Every day feels so repetitive now, I procrastinate knowing full well the repercussions of my actions, and embarrass myself about every day playing the fool, and I am pretty sure I am depressed but I'd rather just keep that to myself cause I doubt anyone could help out.

I wake up at 7:12, only 10 minutes to get ready before my ride for school, this is thanks to my amazing self going to sleep at 12 something last night, or I guess this morning, mostly just wasted away hours of my life on my phone reading comics, listening to sad music, and looking up why my snots like water and ears are ringing seeing that I may have a lethal leak in my spine and would die in that scenario, thanks google.

Speed, I am speed, pants fly off and I fall into the baggy shorts, the belt whips through the air through each and every individual belt hole thingy on the waist of my shorts, I swap to the first shirt that isn't button up in my closet and nab some socks from a basket in my Ma's room, I rub on some deodorant and dont even bother with this untaimable mane I call hair. Now for my shoes, right, left... Left? I have to restrict the bloodflow of my index finger moving the back of the shoe back so that I can actually wear it.

Done!

Of course I look like a hobo, and if you smelled me closely and focused, I would probably also smell like a hobo, but I was a good looking hobo.. -Ish, good looking-ish. Maybe I'm very ugly, the shape of my head is kinda wide... My eyes look like theyre looking two different ways when I smile don't they? Thats enough looking in the mirror for today.

I sling my backpack over my shoulder and jog out the door, of course I am 2 minutes late, but that's nothing, my rides my Grandma so she'd probably wait an extra 30 mins, but I am a good kid.

I toss my backpack in the trunk and enter the silver chariot.

"Hola, como esta" I pronounce this oh-lah with a country accent, lord knows why

"Muy bien, e tu?" My Grandma was born in Mexico and all that shtuff, so she knows her stuff

"Uh... No.. Hablar Español." Despite being in Spanish II I dont even know this stuff, I do know that limes are 'verde' though

"Alright.." She has a smile on her face and looks to the mirror on the left door before asking

"Is there anyone behind me? Any pianists or stray clowns?"

I look at the mirror on my side.. Nada

"Sadly no."

I can't tell you how many times we have had this same conversation, now I'm gonna go to school, single as every other day in my life, do seven periods of this godforsaken stuff, maybe during lunch I will talk to a girl with a boyfriend and make her laugh again, big whoop.

Two years away from adulthood, next year Ima get outta highschool, and two till college.

I am incredibly not ready for this stuff. And first semester finals in two weeks!

The car is on the road, some type of Dion is playing, oldish music.. The car is too smooth, my stomach cannot handle the coco pebbles I ate yesterday for dinner plus the car ride, I am dying.

"Oomph"

I was caught very off guard, no noise, nothing to indicate any sort of anything, but just jerked forward when the car stopped.

The car stopped.

Why did the car stop.

I look around, everything stopped, the sight of leaves of trees just still was so, so scary, like tingles on the sides of my mind my flight response was on fire. I look next to me in the drivers seat, the focused and cheery face of hers looks scary, and.. Dead when so still.

Did time stop? If I say something... Will it be heard all at once in garbles speak? If I touch something, will it get severely damaged and go flying due to having an incredibly fast force put on it? Why are the light particles still moving? Am I dead? End of the world? I'm God?

For 30 whole minutes I sat still, what would happen if I moved?

*Whoosh*

Suddenly I was pulled into something, and enveloped in warmth, not some kind of magic warmth but it was like entering a room with a heater after being out in the cold, I was in a.. Beige room, it wasnt that big, but it felt huge, like being in an empty church, even the echoey feeling.

I've read about something like this in so many different comics..

"Status!"

*Bloop*

I pissed my shorts and then fainted. Embarrassing, but.. Yes.

I woke up, piss stained warm shorts, my thighs kinda stinging, I remember the last time this happened, kindergarten, I was so mad that out of spite I stood there with a pouty face and let loose.. I really hope this isn't some kind of lobby other people can join... Is there water or food here?

I look around as if I was actually expectant of something that made sense, no windows, no doors, is there limited oxygen?

I took the deepest of breaths and one big long blink

"Status"

*Bloop*

Name: <Not Entered>

Title: <Restless Night Warrior>

Race: <Unknown>

Level: <1>

Strength: <7>

Agility: <5>

MP: <Error>

Vitality: <10>

Stat Points: <0>

Skills:

<Error>(Max)

<Adamantine Trap Memory(Passive)>(Max)

<Relentless Soul(Passive)>(Max)

Wow, I even have some skills, I am guessing 'error' means that I don't have any trace of it yet, and the average human stats would be all 10, I knew I shoulda worked out more.. Restless.. Night... As a virgin boy I know for sure this has gotta be due to my sleeping issues..

Those skills look pretty useful, at least restless soul and great memory, and I am guessing that one means my soul will stay intact and keep going? Perhaps that's why when time was messed with I stayed normal... What the hell are those little words.. Fine print?

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