This story is set in the 2000s, a countryside with barely any recognizable buildings or signs. A desolate and lonely land. It's befitting for a nobody. Our protagonist may not look like it but something very interesting will happen to him.
(A/N: I may use * to indicate something happening occasionally)
Rolling yellow hills, filled with barley and wheat. The occasional rock or tree, a lonely red house with a chimney sat on one such hill, green vines decorating the side.
The protagonist, Norman sitting in his relatively comfortable house, drank yesterday's coffee with a grimace. "This is what I get for not going grocery shopping, I mean what's with the prices out on the countryside anyways?" Norman lamented with a sigh. Living on the countryside meant driving into town, using up precious fuel and buying what you need, for ridiculous prices. Maybe he was complaining too much or there was a certain injustice, or he was just bored and made up whatever thing to complain about. Either way, he stood up from his creaky chair and went to the bathroom. Promptly regretting the coffee.
A sudden brisk knock on the front door, alerted him and he opened up. There was no one there but someone had left a brown package on his porch. It was wrapped in twine rope and had a classical appearance of an old timey package, a red wax stamp had sealed it, it had two triangles crossed together. It looked wayyy classier than anything he'd seen yet. Picking it up and examining it closer, "I hadn't ordered anything and why isn't there a note or anything?" He questioned, mood slightly soured from the coffee but hey a gift is a gift. Taking it with him and yet again sitting down by the table right by the cursed cup of joe.
Opening it up revealed a pink notebook. Why was it pink and a notebook of all things to randomly recieve in the mail. Not to mention the missing package giver. Norman scrunched his eyebrows. He flipped through it lightly, it revealed some pages with text at the beginning of the notebook:
Whomever has recieved this shall know the word of the Great One. Indentured servitude for the reader and reciever shall be granted to The Great One. The soul of the reciever shall forever be granted to -
closing the notebook, Norman sighed "what the hell is this weird shit". But before it could even close properly, a bright light emanated from the inside. Suddenly Norman was thrown back from an explosion.
A constant ringing in his ear as he looked on to the source of the explosion. He could barely see the book as the room had been entirely covered in thick smoke, not from a fire.
A soft laugh could be heard throughout the room. Like an angel, but the source was anything but from such an entity. "Whom has summoned me? I ask thee". A booming voice inquired. Waving away the smoke in an instant, a figure could now be seen. Stunned by this sudden appearance Norman saw a girl with tentacles for hair and shining green eyes stood, waiting for the answer. She had a long black dress, the edges look like they were fading or dancing, like smoke.
Norman stood up, confusion written on his face. His shaky voice seemingly echoed in his small kitchen "I don't know but I opened up this book and it- The girl took the book and flipped through it lightly. She sighed, "You seem to speak in very peasant common so I shall do so as well". Taking one of the chairs and she presumed to sit on it. "You are the one who opened the book, which means you are now my servant".
Norman was stunned, one second went by then a whole lot of seconds went by. "You are weird", he exclaimed. The eldritch deity looked miffed, "am I weirder than the person opening a random package?". Norman looked at her, "who the fuck would do anything weird to a package of all things?" He exclaimed.
She waved away the "weird" accusation. "To the matter at hand servant, by reading the book you are in servitude to me". She looked smug, a little too smug. "Who- who would do this to a random ass person in the middle of fucking nowhere, is this some BDSM shit??". He has had enough, the deity looked confused. "What is BDSM?".
He threw up his arms, too tired for this shit. "I am not explaining that to you, you will have to leave". The deity didn't move an inch, in fact she almost seemed glued to the chair.
"Leave", he stared at her as she once more, made no effort to move or go away. He hadn't even thought about how she suddenly had appeared out of nowhere, you know like a normal person definetly wouldn't do. The smugness on her lips remained, "I shall do no such thing, I'll stay here and you shall deal with it".
His jaw hung open, "why, what, how?" . She smiled, "as my dedicated servant you're obliged to take care of me". He had enough, he started to shove her to the door. Not too rough but definetly with enough force. She sputtered, "you dare touch the great one, pathetic human?".
"Either you leave, or I'll call the cops".
"I shall do no such thing, and if you do not care for human life, then do so".
That, was most certainly a threat, and he had just succeded in pushing her out the door. Her complaining half muffled by the door. Relief washing over him. He had won, but at what cost. She knew where he lived, and-
*poof*
She had teleported on top of him, he heaved as her weight was on him, she had a triumphant smirk plastered onto her face. "See servant I shall always win".
Like before, her actions made no sense. No person should be able to teleport or do any such thing. Of course he should have known just from her having tentacles for hair that she wasn't by any means normal. Of course he had assumed they were just cosplay. Nothing made sense, the man was stunned. He had given up for the time being on understanding this situation.
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