BOOK 1 | Y/N'S bitchass discovered he is IMMORTAL!! What heinous crimes will he commit with this revolutionary power?!!!
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My mind is so foggy, it clouds my Vision. I forget, forget what? I look down, I see the crevasses of the wrinkles in my fingers and movement brings me out. I look up, in the corners of the furniture, the gaps between the books, the openings of the plug ins. I stare, you think they stare back. I don't want to remember.
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I sat down in the kitchen, silently peeling a orange. Somewhere along the way, I was humming a tune, I didn't realize I was until I heard Toby come in. I look up, he huffed as he took off his face mask and burger king hat.
"I h-hate my FUCKINF job!" He hissed, cracking his neck before whistling. He looked stressed.
"Orange?" I held out, a smile on my lips. He groaned before sitting down and taking the orange, "Thanks..."
I shrugged, crossing my arms. "I applied for a job a subway by they rejected me, sent me a letter and shit—" I suddenly hit the table, "Can you believe it?! Even Subway fucking rejected me? Fuck imma start an onlyfans."
"Shut the fuck up," Toby rolled his eyes, his tics calming. He munched on an orange, "Job hunting's rough. I'm lucky I even g-got hired with my T-Tourette's n all..."
"Yeah, proud of you," I patted his shoulder. "Me too." a new voice appeared. we both froze and turned our heads slowly.
Suddenly, I saw... Hatsune Miku?
"What the—" I was shoved aside by 'Miku'.
"Hi Toby! I'm Francis, Y/n's imaginary friend!" I was gobsmacked.
"FRANCIS?!" I scrambled up, seeing him in Toby's face.
"Your waterline's white, you need iron!" Francis exclaimed. Toby tugged his cheek, "whuh? Really?"
I gripped Francis's shoulder. "Back in my head. Now. or ill shove in there myself..."
"Party pooper," he stuck out his tongue, vanishing.
"Sorry 'bout that," I sighed.
"It's cool," Toby shrugged. I stared at him silently as he ate.
"Do you care about me?" I asked suddenly. Toby choked.
"Seriously?" he coughed.
"Yep."
"Um... I don't really care about anyone... so... no," he said, finishing his orange.
"Yeah. Same. i dont care about you either," I nodded.
Silence.
"Got any cornflakes?" I asked.
Toby chuckled, "Cabinets."
"Y'all bitches ain't helpful," I scoffed, getting déjà vu. I paused, before shaking my head. I grabbed the cornflakes, realizing we had no bowls.
