#7 Final Thoughts?

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Here, I'll give this before my departure. Y'know, I had a dream once I watched a YouTube video of someone reacting to a chapter from this book. Weird. Would be interesting to watch though. If anyone did that, I would comment on dat and give a sub.

I'm gonna throw in some interesting facts for this one fo you guys :3 maybe learn bout me!
You hid in the bathtub. The least expected place. Nobody was coming after you. But then the thought came to your head.

'Dafuq do I do when day comes?' you thought to yourself, blanking out. Maybe you could leave the house- no wait, they blocked the exits. Just then, the bathroom door opens, Asia walking in. "Maybe we were too hard on (Y)..." she says quietly, her eyes slowly moving around the room awkwardly. "Never! Search harder!" Rias stormed past the door as a smoke alarm went off above her. "Shut the fuck up!" she yelled, destroying it with a fireball, her hair still alight. You closed your eyes and thought to yourself before coming up with an advanced plan. Book it past Asia, simulate the sound of someone trying to escape near a window of the house A.K.A smashing the window, then ninja your way to your room. As they run out the house searching for you, you can just chill. Perfect.... maybe you shouldn't do your plans as you think them though as you stare at the window you just smashed with a chair. You quickly stumble to the side, holding your breath as the four girls assess the situation. "Well shit" Rias growls as Akeno sighs. "Maybe we need some advanced help" Koneko says, a red magic circle appearing near her ear. You sneak to your room, shutting the door as god damn quietly as humanly possible as you lock the door and flop back onto your bed in defeat. "What could their advanced help be?" you mutter to yourself, rolling your eyes.

Meanwhile...

"Koneko, where are you going?" Akeno asks, Koneko standing on a small red circle. "An old friend I gotta meet. He can help" she says. "Well hurry up! We don't have forever!" Rias growls as Koneko teleports away.

Koneko fades into existence in the dimly lit room. "Watchu' want?" a male voice asks in a rather chipper, flirty tone. "Gen, I need some assistance with a problem" Koneko asks as the skinny green haired individual in a green and black tracksuit with a blue robotic looking eye. "Was da password?" he asks, smirking. Koneko sighs, looking down at the floor. "I'll have two number 9's, a number 9 large, a number 6 with extra dip, a number 7, two number 45's, one with cheese, and a large soda" she says with the most dreaded voice. "You're so annoying with these things" she glares at him as he smirks. "It gets attention, does it not?" Gen smirks as he walks up to her, booping her on the nose. "This is called class" he smiled as he stepped on a newly appeared red glowing magic circle with Koneko. "That's called ass" she muttered as they teleported.

Random fun fact: Gen was a character I designed for a comic strip about two years ago! Except, his name was Era. The two names Era and Gen are time based, as Gen/Era was ment to be a futuristic character. The name change from Era to Gen was made because Era sounded more feminine. Gen used to be a gender swapping character who liked teasing people and in truth was the human equivalent of "lying".

Rias, Akeno and Asia were waiting on the outside of the house, by the smashed window. The red circle appeared as Koneko and Gen appeared. "Who's this dorky looking guy?" Akeno asked, laughing to herself a little. Rias sighed as she glared at Gen. "Are you gonna help us find this invisible guy or not?" she asked as Gen chuckled. "I can't. He's not here" Gen smirked as Rias death glared him. "Don't joke with me, I will fucking murder you" as Gen lost his smile. "So? What do you expect me to do if I don't know where this dude is?" he rolled his eyes. Arguing continued onwards as Asia looked up at the stars and murmured "(Y), where've you gone?".

Back in the crib...

You netflix and chilled for a while before getting bored and turning on your (Gaming console here). After playing for a while... and a while more... and telling Dark Souls to go fuck itself, you turned it off and sighed, burying your face into the pillow on your bed. What was there to do?

Another fun fact: When stuck in conversations where I don't want to talk to the person talking to me, I normally just say "commit suicide you worthless peasant, you mean nothing to me". I do not recommend it unless you've done that continually from the age of 9 or less.

Like me.

You look out your bedroom window and sigh. "Why did my life get like this?" you mutter as you look out the window. Maybe it was time to move away from all this in secrecy. You sneak out of your room, and go to the smashed window, looking at the fighting girls and the strange new person. They seem too distracted. You sigh quietly as you grab your wallet, phone... passport. The necessary things. Maybe it was time to move on. You grab your hastily made suitcase and stealth out of the house (by unlocking the front door, way to go girls) and start walking down the street. You know where the airport is.

Maybe you should've went home a long time ago.

After a while, you approach the giant white building known as an 'airport'. Planes fly in and out with lights flashing in the night sky. You approach the building, accidentally not seeing where you're going and bumping into a woman, who doesn't see you due to the fact you're invisible. She stands up. She has blue hair with a green streak as she looks at the lone suitcase. Yours. Which is not invisible.

I wonder how a lone rolling suitcase for people looked as invisible you travelled to the airport....

Aha! Random facto: I've never been to any sort of convention, expo, or anything. I'm actually wanting to go to PAX or something to try cosplay!

She looks at the lone suitcase before shaking her head, murmuring something and walking away. You sigh as you take the necklace off, becoming visible again and head for the airport.

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