Wyatt Johnson was a smart kid.
He was successful in high-school, using both his high intelligence and strong work ethic to get years ahead of his age group.
Although he managed to get ahead, it came at the cost of his social life, and he lost most of his friends years ago.
He was fine with this though, one can't make an omelette without breaking a few eggs, and if he had to do it again he would've.
This never stopped his curiosity though, as he would daydream about a life where he was popular and well liked among his peers.
Finishing high-school at the age of 16, he was already into his first semester of college. A few months in and he was having the time of his life.
Even with the harder classes and increased responsibility, he enjoyed the feeling of freedom that college offered him.
He would attend lectures in the morning, work on any assignments in the afternoon and spend his evenings on his tablet watching anime, and reading light novels and webnovels.
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Wyatt POV
'Hmmm, today's gonna be a good day. I get the next few days off and tomorrow is Thanksgiving. I almost never get a chance to relax, I might just spend the next few days laying in bed.'
"SWEETIE!" Wyatt hears his mother callling him as he's in his room.
"What?" he asks as he walks to her.
"Can you go get some ingredients from the store, I need to go pick up your brother." His mother says.
"Sure." Wyatt sighs out, a bit sad that he has to do chores on his precious days off.
"Where are the keys." He ask.
"On the counter, and thank you sweetie." His mother replies.
"Of course mom."
And with that he drives over to the local walmart to pick up the ingredients on the list.
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"Damn all these chores, I just wanted to rest. I better have the best meal of my life tomorrow."
Wyatt says while getting out of the car and walking towards the store.
"Aw well, least I can rest once I'm done with this." 'But what is that noise? A truck horn?'
He looks over to see a 5 year old kid standing still like a deer looking at headlights in the middle of the street.
"GET OUT OF THE WAY"
He yells at the top of his lungs while running towards the kid.
The little girl is slow to react and the truck seems to not be stopping for whatever reason.
'A problem with the brakes perhaps.'
But he's left with no time to ponder as he manages to push the girl out of the way, only to be too slow to save himself.
A crashing noise was the last thing he heard.
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'Owww'
Wyatt wakes up to the strangest sight he has ever seen. A beautiful mosaic of threads all moving around him with more and more thread everywhere he looked.
'Wait, I died, didn't I? I got ran over by that truck.'
'But, why am I still here? Where is here to begin with?'
As he looks around, the once mesmerizing tapestry in front of him starts to turn into a cage, sealing him in, getting tighter by the second.
'Oh no, I have to get out, I have to break free.'
He looks down to see himself made up of the same threads.
With his new body he tears a hole in the gorgeous fabric, creating an opening for escape, but the threads are repairing as fast as he can tear through them.
'Then I just have to give more than my all. I need to fight even harder, giving 110%.'
After 5 minutes of desperately breaking the ever regenerating threads, a hole big enough for his now fleshless body to squeeze through is created, and he takes his only chance.
As he leaves the cage he falls through an infinite chasm of the most beautiful colors to have ever had eyes laid upon them, as though just looking at the threads gives memories of a life he never lived.
And finally he crashes into a patch of threads, and loses consciousness for the second time that "day".
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[@%#%&*!@, Your trial is over.]
[Someone once saw a little girl about to die, and gave up his life to save her, only to wake up after death. He clawed his way out of death and fell through the fabric of fate itself to come back.]
[You have recieved Weavers blessing]
[You have achieved the impossible.]
[Final appraisal: glorious. You have broken fate.]
[Dr$@me# Wyatt, recieve your boon.]
[You have been bestowed a true name: Fate Breaker.]
[Obtaining Aspect]
[Mundane Aspect: Human, Obtained.]
[Force Evolving Aspect.]
[Mundane Aspect: Human, is evolving....]
[New Aspect aquired.]
[Aspect Rank: Divine.]
[Aspect Name: Bound]
[Innate Ability: Outside of Fate]
[The First Seal is broken.]
[Awakening Dormant powers....]
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'Owwww, I think I have a migraine.'
The voices of two people talking can be heard in the backround.
'Hmmm, are there people talking to me. Oh well, I need to rest first, I can wake up later.'
"-ooking at?"
"Your Breasts." After hearing that, he got slapped extremely hard.
'OWWW, WHO DID THAT?' Wyatt asks, fully waking up to see a black haired woman sitting in front of him.
'WAS IT YOU, DID YOU -- just --- wait, why can't I hear my own voice.'
End of Chapter 1
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Shadow Bond (A Shadow Slave Fanfiction)
Fanfiction"A Boy Who Fought Against His Fate Was Given A Second Chance, Although The Boy Is Not Yet Sure If This Second Chance Is A Blessing Or A Curse." Just an idea I had for a Shadow Slave fanfiction, hopefully it turns out alright. I own nothing but my OC...
