The Wrong Future

Episode 1: Troubles

-Living Room-

Mom: How many times have I told you not to time travel just before dinner?!

Y/N: Sorry mom but it was important. We're doing World War 2 in history so I decided to go check Hitler out for myself.

I sigh as I put away the gem into the safe where we keep them.

Y/N: The guy was a total idiot. He lost the First World War and still decided to start another one just because he had to make everything about him.

Mom: I already know that! How old do you think I am?

Y/N: I don't know, you said you were born in 1745 so...

I do the math mentally in my head and answer.

Y/N: 274?

Mom: Shh! I wasn't serious. Geez, now you make me feel old.

Y/N: *mumbles* You're not exactly young either.

She hits me on my shoulder and I wince in pain as I rub the area.

Mom: It's the looks which count okay? People think I'm your sister anyway.

Y/N: That's because you stopped aging when you turned 18 and I'm only turning 18 this year!!

Mom: Which means you'll stop aging soon too.

Y/N: Don't remind me *rolls eyes*

-Y/N's Bedroom-

I huff as I go back upstairs into my room. Throwing myself onto my bed I stare up at the ceiling. I'll be turning 18 this year...

It's a mixed feeling, I see all my human friends and realise that they don't have forever and yet here I am who might just live till the world comes to an end.

I was never enthusiastic about being able to live forever but somewhere along the lines I just came to terms with the fact that that's just how it is.

My eyes slowly drift off into a comfortable sleep. Hitler had chewed my head off with his screaming and boy am I glad to be back home.

~Next Day~

Mom: Y/N!! You better wake up before I force you to.

I groan, why do I have to go through this?

Y/N: I'm coming! Stop screaming!

I shout just as loud which wasn't really helping the situation but it felt like the right thing to do.

I quickly get ready and in about half an hour I'm downstairs eating breakfast.

-Kitchen-

Dad: Morning sweetie.

Y/N: Morning dad.

Dad: I heard you went back to Hitler's time yesterday.

Y/N: Yup.

I grab a toast that mom had just finished making and smear some jam onto it before taking a seat on the dining table with dad.

Dad: And? What'd you think of him?

Y/N: The guy is a complete idiot.

Dad extends his hand for a high five which I happily return.

Dad: This is why you're my daughter.

Mom: Don't encourage her! She was supposed to be doing her homework, not seeing her homework.

Y/N: The latter is a lot more solid and fun.