Oneshots

Onimikeler project plot idea con.

Note: Names for characters are set. Place names are not set. This is just something for me to spit out ideas. I think I have a plot I like. A summary is below, and then an unfinished sort of opening of some sort. Please let me know what you think so far. Your opinions greatly effect the planning process of the Onimikeler project.

Plot idea: A bubble appears over a city and the area beside it, trapping all of it's citizens and visitors inside, allowing nobody to break through. Strange things start to happen in this bubble and nobody knows why or even how. Nobody, except for Alex. Alex knows that the bubble is meant to protect three individuals. He knows that all he can do is protect those three individuals. He isn't an original like them. He, as well as all the other non-originals whom will eventually get trapped inside the bubble, must make sure nothing happens to the three originals.

What happens if one of the three originals fall?

Unification will never come. Unity will never become of the alternate universes, nor will Unity himself ever get to live the life he deserves.

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Mike worked at the front desk of Hotel Swank. Swank was a small, two story hotel with about sixty-four rooms in total. It wasn't the most well looked after, but it's located a mile from a very popular city known as Gaco City, so it got some nice attention. Swank was the go to hotel for people who didn't want to pay hundreds a night to visit the Gaco City, or maybe family that lived in the neighborhood developments surrounding the city. Swank has never had a problem with revenue, and for a twenty-three year old, it wasn't a bad place to work.

Mike continued to work the front desk of Hotel Swank even after the bubble appeared over half of Gaco City and all of the area beside that half. The bubble trapped everyone inside, and did not let anyone from the outside enter. This severely damaged business for Hotel Swank. At first this was very very bad for the hotel, but then the old woman that owned Hotel Swank found out that the people she owed money to were located on the half of the city that was not in the bubble. As long as the bubble was up, she could make no contact with upper management. So it did not matter whether or not Swank got any customers at all.

Mike still got paid, of course. In fact, he received a small raise. When he asked the old woman why, she just shrugged and told him to not question fate. This was a problem, for Mike questioned everything. Mike questioned why he didn't drink coffee that morning. He questioned why he had a cat. He never remembered the cat anyway. Did he feed the cat? It looked fine this morning. He questioned his sanity and if becoming an adult was really a good idea. He often questioned his boyfriend's decision to wear the same red hoodie for months without ever washing it. He questions his sexuality, his body, his budget control, and really, his whole life. Not that he isn't happy with his life, but there is quite a lot to it that he doesn't understand. Quite a lot he possibly never will understand.

Mike often spends his days sitting around the front desk of Hotel Swank, browsing the internet as it still somehow worked within the bubble. He could watch videos or listen to a podcast, but he was never able to comment or reply or post anything at all. The bubble prevented all of it's prisoners from communicating with the outside world. Mike couldn't email his older brother Gavin anymore, but in turn that meant that he didn't have to worry about his homicidal sister, Andrea. Ever since Mike got into contact again with his brother, who he had not seen since he was nineteen, he was told that Andrea wanted him dead.

One night, probably a Friday night, Tyler got home covered in blood.

Tyler would sometimes come home covered in blood. He was never ever happy about that, and would storm off into their bedroom to change clothes. He'd then come back in a t-shirt with some sort of game logo on it and some pajama bottoms and then cool down on the couch with Mike.