You plopped down on your bed, filled to the brim with excitement as you stared at the TV screen in anticipation, with Wiimote in hand. As a college student who constantly overworked themselves, this was just what you needed; a break from everything going on in your life, a chance to enjoy yourself. As if answering your mind's cry for help, one of your closest friends bought this for you "as a late birthday present"... psh, yeah. Your birthday was over a month ago and this was bought from the local pawn shop, but it's the thought that counts, and you were so grateful regardless.
A simple jingle played as the screen lit up, displaying the network of "channels" this console had to offer and you swore you felt your heart flutter. Throwing a quick glance down at the remote held securely in your dominant hand, you started to playfully move the cursor around and chuckle at just how freely it moved. There was so much to choose from already! Where does one even begin? Your cursor landed on a channel picturing a sea of tiny people...Ah, that's right! From all the talk you'd heard regarding this console, it seemed like the Mii Channel was a big hit among your peers.
Given all the talk about making little characters that could look like you and your friends, or creating something silly like a superhero or a hamburger, you just knew you had to see what's up, maybe even make a Mii of yourself. That sounded like a solid plan. You pressed "A" on the channel and waited for everything to load. But... you ended up stumbling across something you didn't expect.
Standing dead center of the checkered plaza, with their back facing towards you, was a bald Mii dressed in black. You gazed at the screen in confusion. Huh? You thought that they were supposed to make sure everything was like, factory-fresh quality back at the pawn shop before they sold stuff? Maybe it was just an oversight. One that didn't bother you much because come on, it's just a Mii. You figured you might as well just leave it be, but you were curious: who was this little guy?
You hovered the cursor over the little caricature and tapped "A", and what you were greeted with almost took you aback. To describe this Mii, it had large eyes with black pupils that seemed to stare into the core of your very being. Its smile was huge too, taking up almost the entire lower half of its face. The only thing that WASN'T big on this guy was its nose. This Mii was downright unnerving. What stuck out the most was the name that popped up in a little bubble above it: Eteled. You had to do some quick mental gymnastics, but it occurred to you that "Eteled" was "Delete" spelled backwards. This Wii's previous owner must've had one hell of a sense of humor.
As you thought earlier, it's just a Mii, it isn't hurting anybody. You still stuck to what you told yourself before, you're keeping him here. Plus, it felt kind of weird getting rid of somebody else's work. Your cursor lingered on the Mii as you contemplated what to do next. Right, you were going to make your own likeness in the Mii Maker! Before you could think of moving your cursor again, a deep spine-chilling voice came at you through your television's speakers.
"What, are you thinking of deleting me?"
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Do You Love Mii? ~ Eteled x Reader
FanfictionYou have been stuck at home with nothing to do but college work lately. Just when life seemed as if it were becoming too much with school and anxiety, one of your best friends bought you something as a late birthday gift- a Wii! It was from a pawn s...
