Writing prompt: You died the way you lived: having no clue what's going on. You are so clueless that you didn't even notice that you died and just got up and went to work like normal the next day.
Original by treehouse-void on Tumblr (thank you @treehousevoid for letting me use your story for this :3 )
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
Henry Morris slams his hand on the alarm, just like every other morning at 6 am. But unlike every other morning at 6 am, the middle-aged British man's hand phased through and the alarm kept going. He was glad though that he had finally gotten around to set it to automatically turn off in 5 minutes, thus letting him finish his morning routine.
Henry checked his work notifications while doing all the things he needed to do to look presentable. He may work in a cubicle, but you never know when your boss or someone else in upper management will decide to pay you a visit and he was already written up once for being unpresentable. Despite some hiccups, like the toothbrush falling on the floor and his hair simply not listening and refusing to look nice, he managed to get it all done in 15 minutes, leaving 30 to get to work. It took a bit of trial and error to get a car that he's only for 5 years he got barely used started, but then it was off to work.
Henry checked his work notifications while doing all the things he needed to do to look presentable. He may work in a cubicle, but you never know when your boss or someone else in upper management will decide to pay you a visit and he was already written up once for being unpresentable. Despite some hiccups, like the toothbrush falling on the floor and his hair simply not listening and refusing to look nice, he managed to get it all done in 15 minutes, leaving 30 to get to work. It took a bit of trial and error to get a car started, but then it was off to work.
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As weird as it was driving to work, what with all the strange looks from passersby, it was nothing compared to the sight at his workplace, Nintendo of America. With the appearance of an average office building, inside was bustling with unusual work.
"How do you delete an email?" One upper management person cluelessly asked an exhausted IT guy next to them, who let out an exasperated sigh before showing the step by step process.
"Can I get help carrying all this?" Another person called out, making a fellow low paid worker have to do something outside of the things they applied to do.
Amongst the chaos, Henry noticed a familiar face: Austin Sanders, his partner in crime. They were hired around the same time and quickly got along. They tried to meet up outside of work once, but because of how long work was all they could think of doing was sleeping together and it just sounded "too gay" for them. As a result, they only did stuff together at work. Henry went over to say hi.
"Do you think we'll get a day off to go to the funeral?" Austin told a fellow coworker by the water dispenser. All three of them laughed loudly at the thought of their higher ups approving of a non-mandated day off. The laughing slowly died down as they looked solemn.
"Seriously though," Austin said, not a hint of the smile that was just there. "I'm going to to miss Henry."
"You were close weren't you?" The coworker asked for clarification. Austin just silently nods as he gets a comforting hug.
Henry just chuckles at the absurdity of this, saying that he's right there and they could stop this horrible prank now because it was scaring him, but it's like no one could hear him. Like he hadn't said anything at all.
He decides to try to get his friend's attention. He waved his hand in front of his face, tapped on his shoulder, even attempted to shake his chair. Henry, in a last ditch effort to get his attention, lunged him... and ended up in the Wii connected to Austin's other monitor.
The good news is that it got John's attention when the Wii turned on. The bad news is that it also got everyone else's attention.
Henry was in the Wii, possessing the Mii he created before he died. The monitor turned on, displaying the Mii Channel. "How the-"
Jonathan was the first to scream, inciting a widespread panic. The only one not running around screaming like a headless chicken was his friend Austin. The guy who's been with him through thick and thin, the ups and downs this place gave him. The person who know him best, and while his best friend was possessing the Wii in front of him, all Henry saw on his face was fear.
"I can explain," the possessed Mii said, not realizing how deep and distorted his voice got until now. "Or I can at least try."
"Ok," Austin said, stepping back and getting a bit concerned. "What did you do?" Henry stood there, explaining his whole day, not missing a detail, while the man standing just nodded.
"I think you should go to wherever you live in the afterlife," Henry was told after some thinking. "I don't what that entails, but I'm sure it's not here."
"But what about you?" Austin was asked back, almost shocked by it. "You won't last long without me, will you?" John assures Henry that he'll do his best to stick around for as long as he can.
Austin stayed after work hours, finishing up some things. He played around in SketchUp, making a tall bald robotic low-poly character. While they played around and chatted, someone snuck behind Austin and killed him. The Mii Henry possessed, Eteled, screamed at the sight of his friend being brutally murdered. It wasn't long before Austin's ghost possessed the 3D modeled character he made.
With some work, Austin found his way into the Wii, using his model as a Mii.
And then they kissed. The End. /j
