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[>∆ Alternative Title: Smoking So Much Mary Jane...The World Ended!? And Became A Isekai?!>∆] ~~ Due to smoking so much Mary Jane, Murphy Archer Ambrosius, greened out. He then woke up to his world overrun with fantasy creatures and much-much more, which made no fucking sense to him, at all! The world has changed without him even knowing. Monsters and Demons appear, this is now a game-like world where levels, skills, and status exist. This is an adventure where the modern world becomes fantasy and where the lazy(crazy) otaku Murphy has to strive 'hard' for his survival, with only the thing helping him is a strange System, like the ones from those fanfics he reads about In his free time. " Let me kill you fuckers! You made me pause Jojo and no one makes me pause Jojo!" Murphy yelled at the monster and demon army approaching him. He then pointed to the back of the army and yelled out," And don't you think I forgot what you did, you slut! This Murphy here, holds grudges for long as time! So get your pretty ass here and take this whopping like a grown woman!" With this mindset, let's see how long he can last~ //////////// [>∆ Disclaimer: I own nothing In this Fanfic, except for the things I have created myself, so please don't sue me, I'm broke... Also, this is my first time writing, other than for school, so don't expect much from me, I ain't no genius, I only get C's In school~>∆]
[ Quote of the day: A story has no beginning or end; arbitrarily one chooses that moment of experience from which to look back or from which to look ahead.]
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Murphy Archer Ambrosius. Most people know him as a simple Game-Designer for the Reality-Corp. Who kind of Lord over all Games, Anime, Manga, Light Novels, and anything related to It. They single handily amass a few hundred billion dollars(USD) and own a lot of banks, cars, and trains all around the world and the City.
Additionally, their power domestically stretches quite far, from the court's system and the police force, to even the Schools and Academies themselves, with one of their own serving as the Chairman of the Board for a major school. Furthermore, they appear to also have a significant presence in the international world, where they are described to be akin to a mafia in places such as France and Russia.
Anywho~ As was said before, Murphy is a simple Game-Designer to the world with an easy-going and friendly personality, always wearing black.
However, only a select few know about his lazy and otaku grudge-holding personality, who can be counted on one hand.
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Inside a normal bedroom, we can see an extremely handsome young man. He possesses short raven unkempt black hair and dark sky blue eyes that retain a pink shade to them. He wears a black Tokyo Ghoul hoodie and sweats pants, with socks to match. All and all, he is the entity that is: A Handsome Otaku.
What is this man doing, you ask yourselves?
...Well...
" Dizzy... Getting dizzy." Looking at his ceiling fan spin around, the young man known as Murphy Archer Ambrosius became a smiling and chuckling mess.
" Fu-Fuck...you...fan." Chuckling loudly, finding everything too funny and amazing, Murphy falls on his bed.
" Oh~ So soft~" Physically feeling himself sink Into the bed, he laughed and laughed giving The Batman Who Laughs, a run for his money.
*Oshiete oshiete yo sono shikumi wo boku no naka ni dare ga iru no? kowareta kowareta yo kono sekai de kimi ga warau nani mo miezu ni. kowareta boku nante sa iki wo tomete.*
Hearing his ringtone, Murphy giggled to himself as he opened his phone and accepted the call read: Boss.
" Hehe~ Yeah, ahaha, B-B-B-Boss-man~? Hehehehe~ I said, Boss! Hahahaha~!"
" Sounds like your having fun." The caller said with control yet cheerful charming male voice.
" Gehahah~ I am!"
" Well...That's good to hear." Chuckling to himself, the caller added," I was just wondering...How would you like to have power? Real power?"
" Sureeee~ I would Luv It~"
" I didn't say which kind of power, though..."
" Hehehehe~ Don't worry my man~ They're all, hehe, good~ Hahahaha~"
"... Alright. Have fun and good luck tomorrow, my best employee of the year, you're going to need It~"
*Beeeep! Call Has Ended~*
" No, It didn't! Your dumb phone! Ahahahaha, I still talking here!" Letting his inner New Yorker out, Murphy with a bright shade of pink In his eyes, laughed out.
" So..." However, before he can continue talking, his eyes dulled, losing their color as he lost his consciousness.
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The faces smiled. The glassy eyes looked. They watched. A much younger Murphy gripped the long sleeves of the overly portly muffler and covered his face to hide his self from the eyes. The eyes always watched. The noses breathed in and out. He didn't understand their words. He remained quiet. His corner was his. He looked through with his bright beautiful dark blue eyes from the crack in the door.
The door wasn't his. It belonged to...something who always screamed when she(?) saw him. He heard the voices. The voices always talked. One girl's voice was different. That girl talked the most. There was something different about that girl. He didn't look at the owner of his door, and yet he looked.
The girl looked at him. It looked at the youthful Murphy.
Immature Murphy looked back, even though he knew it was stupid to look back at that...thing. He knew the girl couldn't see him, not through the small crack. Yet the girl could. The girl saw. The girl smiled. The girl that wasn't a girl looked and smiled.
Cold, shivering winds ruffled his hair. Unblinking those glassy eyes that hid a truth beyond that of the world stared at him for but a second more than eternity, and yet a minute less than nothing. He didn't understand. He couldn't understand. His childish mind refused to understand and the girl who wasn't a girl understood that hs couldn't understand.
He could watch. He could touch. He could smell. He could hear. He could taste. He couldn't understand what went beyond those five meager senses. He couldn't accept. He couldn't understand.
Murphy could not scream from a mouth that wasn't his own. He couldn't tremble and push his body back against the wall on the other side of his dark and cranky room. He couldn't…and yet he did because the thing beyond the door, the thing beyond the crack, was not of this world and was not of another.
That thing went beyond reality, past and present.
He didn't understand that.
No, all that Murphy Archer Ambrosius understood, from his dark place is Inside his room, was that things lived and lurked beneath the façade of normality.
The things…the things that slept, that lived, that dreamt…they were better left undiscovered.
...Forever...
" You okay my dear Murphy?" His mother asked him, running into his room, hearing his wrathful and terrifying yell, throughout the house.
" Strange things," Murphy mumbled to his loving and caring Mom," They... follow me. No, they are always here. I just see them. When I see them, they exist. They exist before I see them, but they exist also after. They exist more after I see them."
" They do not blink," Murphy continued. " They do not breathe, drink, eat, properly talk or walk. They walk, but not well enough. They are not real. They are more than real. I see them," he whispered. " I see their shadows at night dance under the pale light of death's candle, and I'm afraid. Afraid…"
" Afraid of what my dear child?" His Mom lovingly said, brushing his hair with her black unusual sharp nails.
" They will love me more than you..."
A soft bed soon covered him. It menaced to devour and ingest his body and spit out but the bones. Paintings looked at him with oily eyes that moved filled with something he could not and would not comprehend. The grimy windows looked shiny, although the rocks dripped with drops of red water and viscous filth.
Dark, cold, and alone it waited deep below for someone to talk with.
He didn't want to wake it from its slumber... But he will have to... one day.
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[ Ending of Chapter. Please wait for the next chapter~! Have a great day to whoever is reading this~ ]
