An ROB name Rob

I was in my room, playing Skyrim, trying a new unarmed vanilla build. I was enjoying the game while wrecking some Draugr in Bleak falls Barrow. Hah, I don't need magic; I just need my fists. Breathing fire is useless, if it does only as much damage as a single punch, enchanting for the win. I thought, not knowing the consequences of such stray thoughts.

Suddenly there was a blast on my right and a frickin truck came out of the wall, ON THE FIFTH FLOOR. I moved towards me as I tried to push myself away from the table. My hand had just left the keyboard when I realized it was too late.

It hit me transferring all the momentum and magically stopped. As I was flung across my room, hitting the wall, I cast one last look at the truck and prayed that my computer was okay. Then I closed my eyes, and unconsciousness took me.

I opened my eyes in a white room. Not a hospital, I realized, there was no distinct smell I could get ahold of. I looked around; it seems I was standing, huh, that was weird. I'm sure I was unable to stand before the truck hit me. So, either someone healed me and found a way to stand straight while I was unconscious. Or a lot of time had passed since the, and I got amnesia due to some other occurrence, causing me to remember only till that point, which was weird, why that point. Or I was dead, and this was a generic white room of some ROB.

"Ok, Sherlock, that's enough, your last answer is correct. Now before you go on thinking some other hypothetical situation, yes, I am a ROB, you can call me Rob." A voice said.

I turned, and a light was in front of me; it was pulsating, and if I was honest, kind of underwhelming. I was expecting something like morgan freeman, or an old guy with a balding grey head and a potbelly drinking some beer, probably with Jesus telling him to stop and Gabe going on about saving bees.

"Yeah, no one is gonna get that reference, now shut up and listen," ROB, Rob said.

So he can hear my thoughts, eh; he's a ROB, so meh. Plus why does it have to be you, couldn't this story have been about a detective working on the mystery of an accident involving death by a truck on the 6th floor. Or about a man struggling with amnesia with the ability to sleep standing up. Like how about I was given some DNA by some alien to save my life, and that gave me some overpowered skill. Then I would have my solo story about realizing my power and using it for the good of others. Then I would find other people with similar abilities, and we would form a cinematic universe.

"I'm gonna enjoy your suffering."

Ok so let's cut to the chase, I have power to gain and waifus to chase. Where am I going, and what powers am I getting.

"You are going to a Naruto universe."

Whoa, I want to be an Uchiha.

"Denied"

A Senju?

"Of course not."

An Uzumaki?

"Nope"

How about a system?

"I have to give it to you due to random ROB rules and because honestly you will need it."

Yes, so do I get a gamer screen or something?

"No, I have to give you a system; this does not mean I have to give you the Gamer system."

What, but I was playing Skyrim before this, so will I get a Skyrim system?

"Nope, I don't care what you were doing before you died."

Wait, why did you kill me?

"Cause you made fun, my mage character in Skyrim."

Sorry, but with how many people think that every day, how come I'm the one selected.

"How many destruction mage playthroughs have you done?"

None

"Hence you condemned me without any proof, so I killed you to make you my servant… I mean a player."

That's petty, plus you contradicted yourself.

"For that, you lose all the other functions of the system."

But how will you make me your servant id don't have a system to contact you to tell me what to do?

"Oh, simple, I'll change the world around you."

That's cheating.

"Well, fine, I'll give you a quest system."

Will I get rewards?

"Yes, for that is the random rule."

Thank you, random rule.

"But I get to decide the reward.

Damn you not well worded random rule.

"Well, anyway, I'll send you to the world now."

Wait, who will I be?

"That, well, that I have control over so… no fire-breathing for you."

Whaaat I thought/said as I suddenly felt a sinking sensation as I fell down a hole I did not know was there.