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Yesterday seemed to be an ordinary day. You went to school and hung out with your friends. You never expected your world to change the next day. Getting home from a long day you realize you receive an email from an unknown user. While it’s most likely junk, you curiously open the email just to see the contents with curiosity. What could they be try to scam you into this time;

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0̗̉͛ͭ̂ͩ̓͆ͧ̚͢1̥̥̞̼̤̟̰̰̹͌̐̂̀̂́0̶̪͚͎͈̲̫̊̅̌ͦ̏ͩ͗͂̋͡͡1̢̧͎̘̗͒ͭ͠1̥̻̠͓ͩ͐ͭͯ̈́͂͝0̲̫̥̱̅ͅ0͓̼̻̜̖̺̟̣̔1̵̠̘̰̥̪̫ͥ͆́͝ ̡̥͔͔͕͚̘̪͋̓̓ͅ0͔̳͍̜̈́ͨ̊͑͂̓ͭ͟1̢̮͉̰̱̼̭̬͎̱͌͆ͤ͊̐͞1̀ͥͣ͘҉͈̥͎͍̰̙̜0̤̩̖̙̱ͮͪͫ̏͝0͕̼̎ͭ͑ͬ1̳̰̠̼̻̌̏̒̇͜͠ͅ1̷̮͓̤̺̓1̺̦͇̥̞͍͓͇ͩ̏̽́͝ͅ ̧̧̫̣̫̍̓͒͌̈́ͩ̿͗0̢͉̖͓̖̜̅̆̓ͯ̏͑1̞̔͗̽͐̇ͅ1͉̫͕͎͓̯͎̙́̅͗̋̊̽́0̶̯͕̏͌͛0ͪ͏̸͖͝1̘̻̤̼͐̽̈́̾͊͐̌̾͟͡1͍͓̜̳͓̜͔̐͊̈́ͪ̃̆̉̊ͫ͞͝1̴̘̙̗̿̌͌͆̈́͗̃͠ ̙͎̩͓̗̜̹̓ͦ̽0̧͍̖͇͍͒ͩͨ̀1̡̰̺̠̺̺̫ͥ1̦͎̄͂̿ͪͬ̎ͯ0̪͈̱͈̗͇͔̭̤̅ͤ͛̀0̗̙̫ͭ̑͝ͅ1̧̥͓̒ͪͣͥ͊ͩ̔0̶̙̼͈̥̳͌̃ͬ̇̐͘ͅ0̥̤͈͎ͯͤ̓̕ ̦͈ͣ͂͗̅̍̌͊ͨͯ͡͞0̶̹͙̮̝͉͔̰͈ͩ͆̀1̢̛̲̥̭̞̥͖͚̗͒ͯͤ̽ͪ̌͂1̛̓ͪ̒ͨ̐ͯͧͪ҉̮̙̲̠͉̱1̢͚̭̭͙͈͕̻̱͊ͥͦ̐͌̈́͝0̗̰̲͕̅͊̄̊̀̐̚̚͟͜0͆͋҉̘͍̻̪͔̕1̷̓̽̽͋̾̔҉̠̬̥̞̱̥0̶̧͎̰̯͚̭̱̙̙̔ͤ͗̈̎̚ ̢̯̼̙ͣ0̴̸̻͉͈̰̫̳̠̓̊̑̐͋̍ͥ͠1̛̦̠͚͊ͦ̌͗̇1̷͈̺̖ͬ̎0̌̅̔̏͐̎ͧ̀̚҉̱̥̙̙̺̻͕͎0̷̜̝̣͕̩ͪͮ̀̃0̧̭͍̺͕̳̜̟̩̍͛ͬ̂ͩ̆̅̍̀0̧̤͍̔̾͑̂́̀1̮͍̤̺̦̈̓̀͠ ̙͖͈̎͋̽͒̀͞0̻̘̞̞̻̼̯͔͒1̵͇̤̘̯̙̪̳̪̒͗̉̈ͦ1͆̒̏̓̎͒̇҉̩̝͚͚̜̗͇̝͟1̢̹̺͔͔͇̦͉̏ͩ0̬͇̝͍̳͇̞̺̑͗͂͛̈́ͨ̅0̣͕͓̠͑ͥ̏̽̒̚1͉̲͉̺̹̬̪̹͋̉ͮ͜͠1̫̝̫̝͎̯̬̱̗̈́̊͗ͮ̈́̚͘ ̝͓̼̭͉͕̋̀̕0̦͉̳̿ͧ͊͒̌1̧͖͖̟̻̐̆̐̔̅͛ͦͯ̀͢1̸͇̖͔͊͆ͫ́̄̑ͮ͋̒0̗̞̮͇̌ͪ͐̄̓͆ͮͥ̌1͙̹͍ͪ̊ͩ0̡̖̫͎̰̻̹̆̃̏́̚0̢̹͌͋̀ͯ͒͋̐̀̀1͓̺̺͖̰ͣ́́̽ͨ́ͧͯ͘ͅ ͭ͌́ͨ҉̝͕͈̬̤̲͝0̛̣̪̗͆ͫ̀͟͠1̭̺͉͉͍͖̻͎̞͒͘͟͠1̨̻̖̻̯̩̱͖̩̯̄̂̍0̵̧̱͍̗͇̭ͨ̓͒1̯̠̠̗͓̃͐ͮ̐̑̉̈́͗ͫ1̧̙͚͖̤̟͎͌̏̓̆̓ͦ͐0̟̲̺͍̆̔ͦ0̨̨̟͉͓͇̹̿ͨͮ̑͠ͅ ̞ͥͧͥ̇ͧ̒̃̐͜0̨͔̳̖̠̈͒ͪͮ̂̈͒̚0̢̞̹̒̐̆ͨ̐1̹̜̯̟̖͙͌ͭ́ͤ̃͟ͅ0̵͔̰̺̲̤̎̃͊́ͭ̿̃̿̕͞ͅ0̵͔̼̤̣̥̭̲ͨ̄̚0̨̦͇̗ͣ̄̾0̶̠̤̠͓̩̮͍̅͑̒ͩ͘0̴̱͙̭͉̱̒ͥ ̷̢͎͔̺̩͓̐̓̈̈̍ͭͬ̏͂̀0̫̦ͬ̋̊ͣ͋1ͮͣͬ̔ͥͦ̚҉̦͠ͅ1̮̘͉͈̩̖̐͊̈́ͯ̎̎̒0̸̘̤ͫ͒ͭ̎ͭ̀͞1̀̑ͫ̂҉̟͉̩̕ͅ0̨̛͉͎͚̃̐͗̆ͤ̊0̝͚͖̺ͨͦ̅̎̃̏1̵̷̖͓͚̯̪̦͛ ̠͓̫̪͕ͯ͜͢ͅ0͈̙͍̯̒͊̄1̣̗̰͊ͨͪ̈́͢1͚͖̼͙͍͖̓͌̽̽̊1̵̴͚̱̏0̢͇̒̾0̥̪̫̮̮̤̣͐̅͗ͩͥͧ̿̀1͕̍͊͆ͤ̇ͤͫͦ̽1̸͙͖̰̲͐͐ͪ̄ ̧̝̼͓̹͇̝̙̼͛̓͗͒ͯ͡0̷̮̻̮̫̣͎̾̒̄̒0̵͍̘̦̞͖̹̌͊̊͑́͘͝1̠͕̠̩̠̖̂͛̄͒̎ͧ̋͗͝0̞̟̫̥̹̞̱̣͓ͬ0͔̪̺̼̬̝̩͋͑ͥ̏̿0͈̞͚̩̹͈̉́̓̓ͩͬ̽̅́0̼ͯ̆̌̌̋ͭͨ̿́̀0ͨ͏̙̟͇̹͜͢ͅ ̫ͪ̂ͮͩͦ̾͊̆͢0̫̖̬̼̱̞͉̤ͣͥ̿̿̚͢1̧̧͔̺̰̬̟̦͇̠̜̒̉̋̊ͭ̈̊̆1̣͎̙̙͇͆̇̃́͝0̫̒̄̓ͧͦ͑ͮ̈̀0̷̴̰̼̺̤̭̪̌́̔ͣ̿͠1̥͆ͣ0̗̟̠̑̀ͯͬ̃̽̽̓ͬ̀͟0̸̖͍̪̦̭̾̽̄̚͜ ̝͖̺̮̝̻̄͋̊̔ͯ0̜̓ͬ̐̚̕͠1̛̻͔̺͓ͧͤ̒̑ͭͧ͟ͅ1̷̘̟̱̹̘̳̐ͥͣͮͪ̂ͮ̚͡0̨̞̼̭͕ͨ͑̉̌̾ͪ0͉̲̬̞͍͛͊͐ͪ̏ͧ͊ͥ̀͢ͅ1͉͇̹̼̗̾ͮ̓͆͂ͫ͂͞0̶̦̞͇͓̥̺͋̀ͬ̓̍̍̚͠͝ͅ1͛̎̾̈́҉̫͉̠̩ ̥̞͙̽̀̓̋̂̐͟0̶̥̻̹̲̰̬͎͖̟̿̏́1̪̟̓̊ͤ͋͢1̵̟̭̜̼͉͕͕̳̠̏͑̿̓̂̊ͪͣ͞0̢̜̹̖͕̙͛ͦͪͭ͋ͭ̓0́ͮ͏̢̙͓͕͔0̷̩̭͍͓̻͍̍ͦͥͦ0͇͉̙̼͚̠̙͈͈ͮͫ̃̀̚1̡̨͈̠̻̄̾̃ ̡͔̻͌̇̄ͪ͐ͫ̎̄ͥ͢0̵̾ͦ͑̐̒ͣ̚҉̺̗̲̙̟͡1̵̧̠̲̦̖̭̖̤͎͌͊̽̍͜ͅ1̹̼͕͖͈̱̱͎̒ͨ̍̃0̎͂̀҉̗̦̙̦̻̘0̳̼̦̬̱͐̽1̪̯̻̭̞͖ͣ̀ͅ0͍̻̥̠̤̹͉̑̇͂́0̀ͮ҉̩̦͇̬̠̳͉͞ ̸̰̣̹̞͇͂͒ͧ̓͞0̰͎̝̣̞̊ͭ͗ͣͤ̓̑̓͘0̶̷͉̺͚̭̳͍̘̃ͧ̑ͨ̿1̷̬͖̰̤͎̱͍͂ͭ̊͋̌0̇̔̔̌͝͏̞͓͖̟͈̳1̢̛̬͍͓̲̤̞͗͗1̖̅1̧̧̰̭͒0͇̙ͫ̂̊̊́͂͛ ̧͙̟͍͖͈͎̦̱̦̈́̐̚͟0̸̖ͥͯ͆͆̂̾͑̏͜0̵̩̳͚ͥͣ̇̊́͊̽͒͘1̸̭̬̇̚0ͬ͗̉̀̅́͏̰͓̹̬̻̜͔0̨̦̇̑̊̐͌ͫ̌̀͜0̨͔̼͎̋̽̅̈́̄̅ͣ̀0͚͓̬̞̗͔̯̾́͆̋͠0̮̘̳͍̲̱̮̟̖̌́͐ͥ͆̌ ͕̮̻̹̭̖̬̱̒͗͌͊0̸̗͕̣̊ͦ̅ͤ̔͌ͮ͛͜ͅ1̶̥̺̬̝̭̹͖͔̠ͬ̈̐̿̂̑͐͝0̨̼͍͉̠͚̞̝̻͚ͣ̊͆ͪ͛̒ͦ̅̚͢͠0̵̬͎̹͓̗͈̖̇̓́1̡̨̰̼ͨͥͭ͊ͨ1̠̹̼͈͈̣̫̉ͮͯͬ͐ͯ1̺̱̙̊̿̀͟1̴͕̲͚̲͚͓͛͌͢͞ ̷̶̯̠̠̮̱̲̓̉̇̋ͨ0̝̰̖̞̜̿̆ͨ͝ͅ1̯̰̒̑ͣͥͯ̌͐͝1̪̟̘͈̓̈́̿ͣ̈̔̆̚1̡̨̨̫̹͙̘ͥ̊ͣ0̳̬͙̭̠̞͇ͪ̎͛̾ͪ̑ͬ̌ͤ0͎͉͑̌̊͆͐̌̓0ͦͩ͊͊҉̠̯͉0̶̼̰̥ͣͩͤͬͫ ̸̞̗ͮ͛ͪ͗̕0̴̛̛̙̪̰͕̩͓ͦ̎ͮ͊̿̂ͣͬ1̌̅ͨ̀̒ͧͩ̐͏̱̹͍̦͙͓̭̙1̵ͯ͋͒͟͏͇͎͍͈͕͖͖̻0̧̯̣͓̦̪͇͒ͬ̂̔̽ͯ̎ͧ͡0͎̗̪̼͖͙̂ͮ̎̅1̷͈̗̼̳̘͊0̡͚͍̯̝̋ͫ͑1̸̭̣͖̟̉̋ͣͫ̉ ̭͕̪͚̽͛̽ͦͤͫ͘0̫͓̞͖ͬ̀ͨ1̨̘͖̥̿̊̔̏ͥ̚͞1̬̼̿͗̽͊̌ͧ͋̂̔͘̕

Laughing it off and closing out of the email you think nothing of it. It was an entertaining attempt at least for a practical joke.

Within the code of data an individual stood staring at a screen.

“I called them,”

“You called the Destined Ones?”

“They should be here soon,”

“What have you planned for them?”

“One final test,”

“Do we have time for that?”

“We have to be certain,”

“We cannot delay the inevitable for too long,”

“Trust me,”

“I don’t know if I can trust your plans, but I suppose I have no choice,”


Yggdrasil had been slain. Now it was only a matter of time, to know if those destined to save this world were apt for that job or not. Either they failed the last test and wandered lost in the Digital World until the chaos was slain. Or they succeeded and accomplished what they were foretold.



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It’s so hot. Staring at the fan spinning from the ceiling, going around and around in dizzying circles. Even at night his clothes clung to his skin and a bath did little to relieve the sweat from rolling down his forehead again afterward. Mistah Furafu sat on the edge of the bed watching as he completed his summer homework.

“That’s a great idea,” Kei replied to Mistah Furafu, “We should make dinner for grandma and grandpa. Cold noodle soup.” he sighs lifting up his math book to block the fan’s nonexistent gust. Sometimes he felt like he didn’t do enough for his grandparents. Ever since then, he’s been in their house and burdens them with worry about his well being. If he picked up more chores maybe they wouldn’t feel like he was just taking up space.

Mistah Furafu hung over the edge slightly as if the bear were alive. Though he knew it was because the tatami mats rumbled with grandpa’s heavy footsteps. He stomped on his heels and shook the floors. It was something he was getting use to being in this house. A lone car would drive through the road, and then there would be the sound of the cicadas afterward. Disturbed by the vehicle, perhaps.

“Kei!” his grandmother called.

Maybe he got up with too much eagerness. A flutter of anxiety washed over him for a second. Maybe he should delay his arrival more? Would they think he’s too eager to come to their beck and call? Face goes hot for a second as he realizes he’s at his grandmother’s side in the family room within seconds of her calling him over.

“Yes obachan,” Kei mumbles.

“Can you help me with this email?” she ask nicely enough.

He fidgeted with his fingers, trying to stop himself from doing so by quickly putting them stiffly at his side only to dig into the fabric of his shorts. It’s just his grandmother, he shouldn’t be this nervous around here. Over an email. You’re overreacting. Why?

“What’s wrong?” he replies.

She looks over him a bit concerned, grabbing his hand, “Come sit down. The screen is messed up. Or something.”

Again? Maybe it was time for a new computer then. Grandfather have a cow about money again. He giggled. Have a cow. Everytime he used that expression he could only think of his grandfather, wrinkly skinned man, with wispy graying hair, opening his mouth wide like the cartoon shows they play on the television and swallowing a whole cow. His grandmother stares at him.

“Oh, nothing,” he says nervously, his voice shakes in an uncomfortable manner he wished it didn’t. Looking at the computer that his grandmother slides over for him to have a better look, he’s not sure what he’s looking at. The more he stares at the message, the less sense it makes. Till he swears the code began to form a shape, a cross with four pointed triangles crawls onto the screen. He’s cracking right now?

“Well,” his grandmother is impatient for an answer.
“It’s...just a virus,” Kei replies, “....I think.” his head feels weird right now.

“A virus?” his grandmother ask, “How did I get one of those?”

Kei shrugs. Could he be excused?

“Maybe…..did you order….something online?” Kei ask.

“You should ask your ojichan that question!” she shouts so his grandfather can hear from the room he’s watching TV.

“I….’ll just fix it,” Kei replies.

“How do you do that?” his grandmother ask.

“I’ll restore from a previous update,” Kei replies.

Then he’d go to bed. Maybe it was the heat that was making his head suddenly feel fuzzy. He didn’t want to burden his grandparents with any more concerning behavior, so he wouldn’t say anything. It was just his imagination coupled with this heat. Finishing the restore, he smiled.

“There,” he tells her.

“How do I login again?” she ask staring at the computer asking for a password.

“Use the password,” he points to the password stickied on the screen.

“Oh yes,” his grandmother replies and begins to type it in.

Can he be excused? He’s so sorry he’s so selfish. He should want to help her with the computer more.

“I’m….going to bed early,” he mumbles. His grandmother merely nods and nods.

“Sweet dreams sweet boy,” she tells him.

He’s practically fleeing the situation now. He cannot get his heart to settle down. Why does his own grandmother make him feel this way? He should love them unconditionally and he shouldn’t be this boy. Mistah Furafu hangs off the edge of his bed. Grabbing Mistah Furafu and hugging him tightly, “I want to be a better grandson.” he whispers in Mistah Furafu tiny ears.

August 1st, 2011 - The Next Day

There’s no relief from the heat. He couldn’t sleep much due to it. Holding tightly on Mistah Furafu his first greeting is the cicadas. Loud, but he always found them quite easy to listen to. Staring at his clock it was frozen at 10:00 pm last night. A new computer and a new digital clock. Getting out of bed slowly and groggily, it’s hard to get his brain moving in upon waking. Sitting Mistah Furafu on the bed straight up, he begins to dig through his drawers.
“What kind of ribbon should you wear today?” Kei asked Mistah Furafu.

Digging out a bright green one with yellow polka dots Kei smiles at it. It’s the first ribbon he bought with his own allowance for Mistah Furafu. Today felt like a special day, so he’d have him wear that one. Humming and tying it around Furafu’s neck, today was going to be a better day. He’d make his grandmother's breakfast and go to the fields to draw for a little bit. A pit in his stomach began to develop. What if other kids were playing in the fields today? He’d have to go back home. Or find somewhere more secluded.

The morning routine was relaxing as it was routine. Taking a shower before putting on fresh clothes, his favorite shirt with the hood and a pair of shorts. Heading down the stairs with a fresh new outlook. Despite having little sleep he felt a bit of zeal today. Slightly energetic he enters the kitchen and pauses. They are never up this early.

Staring at his grandparents sitting at the dining table. Breakfast has been set, but they haven’t taken a single bite. Three plates lay neatly on the table, piping hot, but he didn’t hear anyone up.

“Good morning Kei,” his grandmother smiles at him.

“We’re having breakfast,” his grandfather announces, “Please sit down.”

He wants to be a better grandson. A better son in general. He feels his chest beginning to tighten because he knows what he wants to do versus what he should do. He should sit down and eat with them. He should converse with them. He wants to go to the creek now. Maybe pack a lunch for later. Maybe come back for lunch later.

“I’m….going to go to the fields,” Kei tells them.

“Okay,” his grandmother is still smiling.

“We’re having breakfast,” his grandfather says again.

Does that mean he wants him to have breakfast with him? Something feels weird about all of this. He’s not sure quite what. Maybe he’s just being nervous, again. Maybe he’s being selfish, again. Holding Mistah Furafu in one hand and his art book in another, “Okay bye.” he says. Heading quickly to the genkan and putting on his black loafers, he’s a terrible grandson. He should have sat down when his grandfather prompted him again.

“Good morning Kei,” his grandmother says in the dining room.

Now he’s just having a weird dream right? He’s not even in the room. Heading out of the house he is greeted by the street he’s use to walking to the station to head to school. The roads are silent. Where are the people? His neighbor is watering a single bush. Seemingly frozen in time. He can hear his own heart beat beginning to rise. This is just a really weird dream, right?
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7.00pm UTC+8/Monday; August 1, 2011 - NanaZuika Sugbu Beach Resort - Hamada Residence (NanaZuika Big Cabana), Seven's Room
Mactan Island, Cebu, Philippines

Walking out of the covered dining area, Seven bit the bottom of his lip. Scratching the back of his head and ignoring the paintings his father had chosen to decorate their big cabana, he grumbled to himself. Was this a joke? Was he fixated too much on this?

"Seven-sama, do you want the rest of the staff to clean up the dining area?”

"Yes, Chiaki-kun, I'm leaving you in charge, I just happen to...check out this e-mail I received recently. Please tell Mom and Dad too that I'll be up all night with my homework, so...you know the drill."

"Very good, I'll put up the 'Do Not Disturb' sign on your door. You need coffee, tea or something else to drink?"

"I'm good, thanks. Good night, Chiaki-kun, sunny and green is the morrow."

"Good night, Seven-sama. Tomorrow's another day!"

Inside his room, Seven’s sitting in front of the desk filled with lots of stuff all over the place, and then the e-mail shows one unread at the Inbox folder on his device ‘Switch’.

Seven can't see through these glitch texts at all and what's worse for him is that it's in binary. The young techie may know a thing or two about codes himself, but this was the first time Seven was stumped.

"Oh, to heck with this one, I’ll get back here once I have my homework done. Heh.", Seven chuckled, as he unwittingly made a rhyme.

About two and a half hours later...

"All done! Now, to work on the...", he frowns, "Oh darn, look at the mess I have made."

Where was that notepad? Looking at the desk scattered with miscellaneous objects he couldn't describe. He needed better organization. Sorting through the junk, there you are. He picks up the notepad and loads up the converter site on his device.

CLANG!

"What was that?!”, he said as he jumped from his seat.

Great. He either was in a horror film about to die or it was just the wind banging against some metal sidings again. Getting up and putting on a jacket, he headed outside...


An empty metal oil drum reused as a makeshift griller broke off. Probably due to overuse from last night’s Sunday Luau party...

Without hesitation, Seven puts down the broken griller in the sand and away from the lounge chairs by the beachfront.

"Heat fatigue. And a substandard metal oil drum. Oh boy, this goes in the inventory."

He saw Lando in the distance fixing and tuning up his guitar? And a lone fire dancer?

"Lando-san, didn’t you just leave for home?", Seven asked, scrunching up his face.

This was getting weird, or maybe he was stuck in a time loop. Or maybe you’re getting too ahead of yourself, you probably just fell asleep while trying to decode, Seven...


"Where's Kazu, Lando-san? Is he hunting?", Seven asked while his gaze draws on a fire that should not be going. Didn't he put that a while ago? Watching as glowing flames of orange and yellow flickered. Embers crackling, spitting sparks in still time...
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Carver Edwards

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'BEEP!!!BEEP!!!BEEP!!!' is the sound heard in the home of one Carver Walker coming from his alarm clock. Carver still in bed he lifts his arm out of bed and smacks hits alarm clock but missing the button and it keeps beeping. Eventually he sits up and grabs and unplugged the alarm clock and sits there in bed. Yawning himself awake he stands up and starts rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

Quickly getting dressed, he makes his way to the living room and he was alone. Sighing to himself he was alone at home and yet he wasnt surprised. His mother wasnt home she must have already gone to work. The same can be said about his father, his brother normally woke up earlier then Carver anyway and was most likely long gone.

Carver walks to the cupboards in his family's kitchen and pulls out a bowl and a box of cereal. Pours it into the bowl and goes to the fridge and sighs because there is no milk. He grabs the bowl and carries to the couch and sits there and grabs the remote to turn on the TV he clicks it and starts eats a bite of the cereal. It was stale, that was odd it was new it shouldnt be stale. Carver sighed as it might as well been a old box just now freshly opened. He stops and looks at the TV screen it was at first just him on the screen. He nearly dropped his bowl when it cut back to some random program, Carver grabbed the remote and rapidly start changing channels to try and explain what he just saw. Did his parents have some spy cameras? What is wrong with the TV. As he kept changing channels the TV turned off but he never hit the off button. Carver goes to turn the TV back on and it stays off, he smacks the remote a few times and the back comes of the remove and there were no batteries.

Shaking his head quickly putting the cereal down thinking something was wrong with what he ate. He walks to the washroom and starts to splash water in his face, he looks in the mirror and it was blacked out completely. He shook his head again deciding he needed some fresh air. Quickly going outside Carver noticed something was off outside as well, he didnt hear any cars. Something was wrong like seriously Carver calls out, "Hello! Where is everybody!? Hello?!" Carver starts to walk down the street trying to find someone anyone. Feeling like he just woke up in a horror movie or a movie where he was the only left in the world. He was looking for anyone that was in the area that could help him or at least find someone else that wasnt so bizarre right now.
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“Hey, I’m sorry for being late.”

Rachel looked over to see her sister walking through the door, closing it. She was sitting on the brown leather couch. Her emerald eyes glanced from the comic book she was reading over to Lilly.

“It’s alright, did you have a good time at your friend’s?” She asked curiously, going back to the book, flipping a few pages.

“Yeah, Delia was pretty happy that everyone showed up to her party. Wished you would’ve come though.” Lilly knew Rachel had some stuff to do. She was still taking self defense classes a few blocks away at the same time.

“The timing would’ve been great if it wasn’t at that time. Sorry, sis.” Rachel sighed, deciding to mark the page in her book, setting it on the desk. She quickly grabbed her laptop to listen to some music that she hadn’t illegally download. Well, at least not yet.

“Don’t worry about it.” Lilly walked over to the the rocking chair across from her, sitting down. The blonde haired girl crossed her pale arms across her chest, “They wanted to tell you hi. You should hang out with them some time with me.” She grinned, “It’ll be fun.”

Rachel sighed, grabbing a small bag of chips by the comic book she put down, grabbing one out of it. She munched on it, ignoring the fact it was almost midnight and she really shouldn’t be eating anything this late, but you live only once, “Not too sure if I’m fond of Sierra and her clique though. Rose had a pretty bad falling out with them. They literally called those bastards over there to harass them the night I saved her.” She started typing out her password on the computer while she was talking to her sister.

“Eh, I tolerate them.” Lilly shrugged before plopping onto the couch, nudging her older sister on the shoulder, “You could see Jack though. It would be great to see you two interact again…”

“Are you implying I should date him?” Rachel rolled her eyes, “He’s just a kid who sits behind me in study hall, you know?” This was irritating. Just because she made one male friend does not mean he’s boyfriend material, “He just talks to me.”

Lilly chuckled, “Eh, he’s a nice kid. Gets bullied by a couple of people you kicked around when you were a sophomore.” She remembered that pretty well. She walked into it too.

“Yeah, I remember getting suspended for that. Mom was pretty pissed.” Rachel shivered at her mom’s anger. She was one scary woman. At least she was on a work trip right now. She clicked to view her emails only to find a odd one.

The hell was that? It was from an unknown person.
What a joke.

“Jeez,” Rachel laughed, closing out the email before shutting her laptop, “That’s some high class email scam.” She said sarcastically, rolling her eyes, putting her laptop by the comic book and chips, yawning.

“What? Did you get one of those ‘wait now and you’ll win such and such’ emails?” Lilly asked, tilting her head to the side playfully.

“Eh, it’s worse, it’s like they never tried to make it obvious.” She sat up, yawning once again, “Damn, I’m getting sleepy all of a sudden. You shouldn’t stay up too late, you have a Volleyball tournament tomorrow morning.” She stretched out, walking into her room to go to sleep.

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Beep beep BANG!

A punch to the alarm clock next to Rachel’s bed was knocked to the wooden tile floor. Rachel groaned, rolling over in her bed, wanting more sleep, but the alarm kept screaming and it was unfortunately out of her reach now.

“God damnit.” She groaned, sitting herself upright, removing the covers to shut the alarm off, only to realize it was near 9am.

Was her sister up yet? She had to check…

She rushed out of the room into her sister’s room, opening the door, “Lilly?!” She yelled only to noticed that she wasn’t in the room.

Well, she probably got up to go then, but wait, her Volleyball stuff was in her room.

That’s odd. It seemed like she did leave, but just to make sure...

Rachel immediately looked in the bathroom to see that Lilly wasn’t there. She raced into the kitchen, noticing there was no sight of her sister. She looked around in the living room as well. It was like her sister forgot her stuff or something.

Rachel rushed into her room, grabbing a few clothes and throwing them on before running out of her house, running to see if her sister had been around either.

Everything, was pretty damn bare for Chicago. On a Saturday morning nonetheless. In fact, it had be the first time in her life that she hadn’t seen anyone around the streets.

What the hell is happening?

Anxiety came crashing around, feeling her heart sank. Did some purge happen while she was asleep or something? What the fuck? Or was she blocking people out so much at this point she couldn’t see them anymore?

Ha, if only she was that lucky. Something else was going on. She decided to speed up her running. Now, she decided she needed to find at least someone.

“This is crazy.” She muttered. It was like straight out of a comic book or something. Did aliens abduct people or something? I mean, she would probably piss them off pretty badly.

She stopped, scratching the back of her head, “Oh hell no, this better not be a real thing. I hope I’m dreaming.” She sighed, deciding to look around for people.
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Tristan


Click. Click.

Bump...Bump...Bump…

His drumbeat heart pounded on. Stomach convulsing in uncertainty. Fearing his chest would become a chasm, with his intestines spilling out onto the library. His mouse hovered over his email’s inbox, like one holds a gun’s trigger. Receiving his first email from anyone. Anticipation coursed through the curious teenager's veins, opening Pandora’s Box. Face growing pale as the computer screen. Previously sitting alone, faced with an army of thousands. Binary code covered the canvas, but clicking continuously caused crashing. A message that appeared encrypted, flashed across the screen long enough to be read before his surroundings were shrouded in darkness. A computer melody twisted with static screeching pierced his ears. Did the place have one of those things described as a 'power outage'?

Sweat dripped from the tip of nose, tasting the salt when licked off. White light blasted from the monitor. Mirroring his perplexed expression, pinned to his seat like nails had been hammered through his soles. He couldn’t get up from the office chair, or look away as the reflected face began glitching. Contorting into a grotesque smile with rows of sharp teeth…

“Oww...” Tristan groaned. Groggy eyes staring up at the bed his upper half fell out of. His pillow, now the carpet his head conked down on. Tangled in his bed sheets, not dissimilar from a fish in a net. His MP3 player lying his bare chest. Music playing from the headphones, beginning to loosen the cord wrapped around his neck like a serpent. Just as a worm writhed about in the dirt. He squirmed backward on the ground, until his whole body touched the ground. Managing to thrust himself up on two feet. Turning his MP3 player off, and quickly setting his electronics on the cleared bedside table. Scratching at his bed head, wiping his warmly drenched forehead. Glancing at the mirror hanging from his room’s wall, beaming a pearly white grin.

“Another good morning today.”




Exhaling through the clouds amassed behind the curtains, fogging the bathroom window. The hot pressurized water rained down on his back, cleansing soapy skin. Feeling like a god was massaging his shoulders. Still blessed everyday that electricity had been allowed in his previous Quasi-Amish farmer lifestyle. Happily singing a tune, while bending over and reaching for the shampoo. He stopped and held his breath. Hearing subtle noises creeping from the inside the bathroom. He knew it wasn’t coming from natural causes. Low growling breaths that weren’t his own. Noticing a black creature’s hands reaching inside the bathtub, opposite side to the showerhead. Grabbing ahold of the curtains and pulling them with a sudden burst!

“Rawr!” The black puppet popped out, his younger brother’s voice growled out with a laugh. Tristan glanced from behind he curtains, exchanging smiles with his sibling. Noticing multiple pairs of pajamas on the lying crumpled on the floor. His clean clothes all hanging from the towel rack.

“Don’t get Luci wet. You know he’ll get upset and melt like The Wicked Witch.” Tristan playfully remarked, mimicking the high and squeaky voice. “What a world. What a wooorld.” His younger brother smiled and gave a firm nod, stepping away from the shower.

“Dad wanted you to do laundry today, and wash both our dumb sisters bed sheets. Sable spilled paint all over her bed! And Alexa, wet the bed again!” The brother exclaimed in a disparaging tone.

“Alright. But don’t call them dumb, that’s not nice. Could you please put your P.J’s and mine in the laundry hamper?” Tristan’s polite tone sending his brother away, picking up the dirty clothes and heading off, closing the door behind him. Not long after, resuming his shower until he finished the rest of his typical morning routine…




Fully dressed, finished dealing with his sister’s sheets. Letting them play outside while waiting for his father to return home with the neighbors freshly baked raisin bread and jelly donuts for breakfast. Ascending the staircase to the second floor and heading into his room, approaching the bedside table. Noting his bedsheets were already made, with the black puppet resting atop his pillow. Picking up his music player in his right hand and putting his headphones on, off his ears. Inserting his hand into the puppet with the left, and turned around to look into the mirror. Beginning to move the puppet’s hands and mouth.

“Did we scare you?” Tristan chided playfully in Luci’s voice, a deeper tone. It danced about in triumph. Tristan shook his head.

“Nope, you’ll have to try harder than that to scare me.” Tristan answered back in his own voice. Luci tapped its chin a few times, as it pondered its response.

“Hmm. Maybe the next time your brother takes me out of the dresser. I’ll grab him by neck. Lead him into the bathroom and shove his head into a tub of water. Holding him underneath while he thrashes about helplessly, screaming as water fills his lungs. Until the last bubble-” The voice stopped with a gasp. Tristan’s felt shivers down the back of his spine and felt frozen in place. Luci danced again seemingly pleased with such a reaction. “Did I scare you now?”

Before responding, interrupted by the sound of his brother stampeding through the hallway toward his doorway. Tristan turned his attention to his brother with hands behind his back, stopping just beyond entering the room.

“I made your bed to apologize for playing with Luci without your permission.” The brother explained, extending his hands out with Luci within his grasp. “I’m here to give him back. Dad’s home.”

Tristan blinked and glanced in the mirror, seeing the white puppet he wore. After rubbing his eyes didn’t change reality, he simply smiled politely and took the puppet back. Carefully laying them both in his top dresser drawer, and shutting it without another word.

“Go downstairs and save me some jelly donuts. I might go for a walk...I just want to check the weather-” Tristan replied turning to look at the sunlight peeking through his window. But his young brother had already ran before finishing the sentence. Stepping up to his window and unlatching it. It was too fast to make out. A child sized shadow of a figure, plummeted outside from the rooftop. There was no conscious decision in that moment. Tristan immediately bolted out his room, leaping past half the staircase and rushed outside...
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