I am MC (Mystic Messanger fanfic) - Dropped

It's Just a Game

"Do you think I could force a boy to act like Saeyoung?" I questioned, smashing my face into my keyboard.

"Kira," my friend complained through the head phones. We were video chating, minus the video. "You finished that game a week ago."

"My heart is empty," I compalined, pushing my hair our of my face.

"Next week you will be opsessing over something entirely different," Maya reminded me.

"Anything you recommend for me to opsess over?" I asked. I had forced her to go into many other fandom's with me, but not every, so it was her turn to bring me into something.

"I'll let you know tomorrow," she sighed, "I needed to go."

"See ya tomorrow," I said before hitting the end call button. I checked my phone to see that it was 12:34 at night. I got ready for bed, making sure I don't wake anyone up. I then stayed awake for another hour on my phone staring at a picture of Saeyoung. "Its just a video game," I told myself before I fell asleep.

I slept terribly. It felt as if the moment I closed my eyes it felt like I was in an entirely different place, and body. I just gave up on trying on sleep and got lost in my thought. She thought it was just a game, it was so much more to me. It gave me light in a dimming existence, it brought me happiness. I was just waiting for my mom to come in and wake me up.

That never happened, what caused me to get up was sunlight, coming from a window on a wall where it wasn't the night before. I sat up in bed, fling the blanket off.

With the light flossing in through the window I could see everything, sorta. I was still in dire need of my glasses, so every thing was blurry, but I could make it out. I was in a queen sized bed with only a few pillows and a comforter in the color of the sea. My bed used to be piled high with blankets and pillows, all Ina variety of colors.

Now the room around me wasn't a room, but a one room apartment. At the foot of the bed was a couch, facing a small TV. To the right wall besides the window was a desk with a laptop on it. Next to the desk was a book self. To the right was a small kitchen with a bar counter for a table. There was one door, leading to the bathroom. To the left of the bed was a dresser and wardrobe.

I got out of bed in search for glasses, in hope there were some. I stood up and felt weird. I was taller than before, and sorta thinner. My hair, that used to be the length where I was mistaken for a guy, was now falling in face. My chest was also larger than it was before. I could still walk though.

I searched the dresser top, and desk for glasses to no avail. I made my way over to the bathroom, getting shocked by the cold wooden floor. I found something familiar in the bathroom, contacts. I hadn't worn any before, but knew those were them. I popped open the case and put them in. It took a couple blinks to get used to them, but I did.

My body was different, but my face was the same. My hair was still its natural blond color, my eyes were still the blue of my mom's. I was still pale as a vampire. My short button nose was splattered with freckles. My lips where still a place pink. My head was still round, with out a jawline, and my cheek bones were nonexistent.

I didn't know what to do at this point, so I did what I always did when something strange was happening. I clamped my teeth down on the thumb. The pain bursted through my hand, cueing one thing was true. It was not a dream.

I heard a plating sound come from the other room. I ran to find the noise was a cellphone sitting on the desk. It was in a language I didnt know, but I knew what it said. It was an alarm set, reminding me I had work. I clicked on the notification, and it gave me all the information I needed, when, where, and what. I was a brewista at a coffee, luckily that was my part time job before.

Under that phone was something I didnt expect. My phone, my old crappy smartphone, with gunk stuck to the screen protector and the paint pealing off the screen case. I turned it on to see most of the memory was deleted. There were no apps installed, but everything else was safe. I needed to investigate more.

Next to the phones was a small wallet purse thing. I unzipped it to luckily find a drivers license in it. The picture was me. My name was the same, Kira Niome. My birthday was the same, just some years earlier, showing I was twenty one, close to twenty two. There was also credit cards, cash, and insurance cards in the wallet. I turned around on my Spinny chair to see  diploma on the wall, it was in Journalism. "Not bad," I commented, and got ready for work.

I went through the day trying to be as normal as I could be. I wasn't really sure how I normally acted, so I was just a good worker. As I was leaving something cought my attention on the TV. "Stocks in C&R International contiue to rise," the news reporter said, "It seems there new line of cat related spa treatments are a better success then expected."

C&R International, the company from Mystic Messenger. Cat related anything, Jumin. I went back to the apartment that could only be mine. I opened up the laptop, and typed in the one thing that would tell me if it was what I thought it was. RFA. What I was used to was a bunch of fandom websites and stuff. Instead I found the website, and a bunch of news articles.

I pulled out my phone, the one from this world, I typed in the name of the app, and let it install. Once I got the notification I opened up the app, and made a new account. "It's just a game," I laughed, as I watched my phone "bug out". I scoffed and closed the app, only to have the glitches contiue and I was forced back into the half loaded chat room. Boy was I wrong.