January 21st, 2018 11:55 pm
As I finally finish editing a chapter that TSMG_Inc wrote, the worst thing possible happens. Seriously, my deadline is in five minutes and at this moment, there could be nothing worse than what happens.
My computer shuts off. For the first time since I bought it. My fifth computer has died.
"Gah! Hours of work, gone!" I groan, running my fingers through my black hair. "Fudge nuggets!" I bang my head on the table like they do in the movies before sitting right back up, rubbing my forehead painfully. "Ow. That hurts more than it looks on television."
"Kwai!" A small voice yells, seemingly to be a... girl's voice? Why would a girl be calling my name? Where is it coming from?
"Kwwwwaaaaaaiiiiiii!" The voice yells again, slightly louder. Nope, that's a guy's voice. Definitely a dude. It seems to be coming from my computer, a small white dot appearing in the middle of my computer screen.
A hand then appears from my computer, and somehow, even in this craziness, I'm able to say "Number Five alive! Number Five alive!" Sadly, as if the hand doesn't understand the movie reference, the appendage grabs me and sucks me into the computer where everything goes black. Why couldn't I have saved my editing beforehand?
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November 19th, 2041 9:30 am
"Kwai..." I ignore the voice and try to go back to sleep, annoyed.
"Kwai." The voice now louder, I groan and roll over.
"Five more minutes..." I mumble, feeling for my blanket blindly.
In response, what feels like a bucket of water is dumped on me and I wake up immediately, now wet and cold. "Ah, you're awake."
"Ah, you're the jack-butt who dumped water on me," I mock, taking note of the empty bucket, then the black clothing the man garbed onto himself. Although this is my first time meeting him, I recognise the voice as the sound that called out to me when my computer died. How does he know my name? "I'm assuming this is where you scare me into doing whatever you want me to do?"
"So you still have the gift." The guy murmurs, sitting down and looking at me through his mask.
I stare at the cloaked figure for a second, trying to decide if he's serious. "Yes, I am rather special, aren't I?" I ask dumbly, raising an eyebrow at him. Maybe this question will get him to elaborate on what he means by "special."
He just laughs before speaking again. "Oh, more than you know. You are an Alter."
"Altar? No, I don't hold stuff up. They would be holding me up." I move a little bit, now realizing I am tied down.
"No, an Alter. You can alter reality." The man grabs my face and brings it closer to him, forcing me to be able to smell his nasty breath and allowing him to look at me closely.
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I bust up laughing, pulling back from his hold, throwing my head back and shaking my shoulders, doing the works until I notice that the cloaked guy is silent. "Wait... you were serious about that?" I ask, quite surprised.
"Yes." The man becomes stiff, obviously not used to being laughed at. Serves him right, he's a psycho kidnapper. How did he kidnap me anyway? The last thing I remember is my computer going all 3D on me. Could he have thrown some kind of invisible gas grenade to make me hallucinate?
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