Y/n L/n had a pretty mundane life he believed he would never achieve anything until one fateful day he was killed. but fate is a crazy thing, isn't it?
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Key: Y/n: Your Name L/n: Last Name H/c: Hair Color H/l: Hair Length F/c: Favorite Color F/f: Favorite Food
Hi, how ya doing? good? Well, I'm doing shit! I'm sitting here working my boring as fuck job praying for that damn clock to hit five already. so who am I? well technically I'm you but let me give you some background. I'm Y/n L/n my life is boring as hell! I'm nineteen working at a fast-food chain the only interesting thing about me is I have a knack for Norse Mythology I don't know I just feel an emotional connection with the stuff. but still other than that I'm mundane as it gets my life is literally the Mundane As Fuck Zone and I would do anything to get out of it ANYTHING! fortunately, I get to leave work early only problem with that is...
Manager: Hey Y/n?
Y/n: Yes...?
Manager: You've been doing a lot of hard work these past few days I think you deserve a raise.
Y/n: To what?
Manager: 7.28 an hour.
Y/n: ...
Manager: Y/n?
Y/n: I sit here making 7.25 an hour slaving away at this job and do a bunch of hard work and your idea of a good raise is a three sense raise?! do you have fucking brain damage or something?!
Manager: Y/n...
Y/n: Oh shi-
Manager: Pack your stuff.
I got fired! fucking great! so yes now I'm going to have to find a new job I packed my stuff and headed out into the main lobby my co-workers teasing me about getting fired as my manager handed me the pink slip her eyes looked apologetic but I looked at them with disdain I grabbed the slip and walked out the building a box in hand great the only job willing to hire my highschool drop out ass. walking through the street I passed couples and gang members these people seemed so much more interesting than myself it made me jealous really jealous. gods I can't take it! I wish something would happen to me anything interesting! in my thoughts I failed to notice I was in the street I looked to my right to see an incoming truck... oh cool I'm going to die. and then the truck hit me...
???: Wake up! wake up! we don't have much time!
I heard a demanding voice say I should be dead right? I groggily open my eyes I see I am in a room of white a man standing over me I could barely make out his features at the moment.
???: Ah finally awake I see.
My vision cleared up I see a man standing over me I can only describe his appearance as a pretty boy yet it felt like a lie and deceitful he analyzed me as if studying my very being and judging me.
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???: For my vessel, you are very...lacking but you will do.
The hell was he talking about?
Y/n: Vessel? ok hold on! where am I?! and who are you?! are you an angel?
???: Pfft I make a lot of jokes but that's got to be the funniest I have ever heard! me an angel? no, I'm the furthest thing from it! I have no idea what I am biologically but I know for a fact I am a god!
