Dust filled my lungs. I looked around in the room I was in. Tables were lined up hastily around the area as well as scattered beakers and books. However, the most impressive part of the room was the expansive bookshelves that lined the walls all the way to the ceiling. I wasn't surprised at these things, of course, I made them, but it was a surreal experience to see them like that. Although something was off about everything in the room, they didn't seem to be the way I remember them. I examined the area some more before I realized a door with a faint light creeping from it.
I slowly opened the door, cautiously preparing for something dangerous on the other side. Instead, I saw a warm fireplace with a beautiful carpet on the floor. The room was very cozy. Paintings along the walls, faint music in the background, the wood floors, and a cup of tea enhanced the ambiance of the room. Close to the fire was 2 plump velvet chairs that were welcoming. On one of those chairs was an old man. Someone I had never added to the world. I was enraged. 'They took control of my work and tampered with it?'
I slowly walked over to him, thousands of questions racing in my mind. I was about to ask one before I was cut off.
Stranger (Str): "I see you're awake my friend, it must have been at least 5 days since you arrived. I was afraid the Transport didn't work."
MC: "Who are you? Why are you talking to me like you know me? I never added you. Who added you? Why was my world tampered with?"
Str: "It seems you don't remember me after all those years, how could you forget your old school friend? It might be the beard and wrinkles but if you look closely I can assure you that this figure is just an older version of me."
He was right. The bastard added himself into my afterlife.
MC: "How did you get here? Is this the real you?"
Str: "No, this is just a projection of me from the world of the living. I am about to attend your funeral. I'll be giving a speech to the other 4 people who showed up."
His face may have been that of a benevolent old man, but the sneer on his face was that of a snobby 25-year-old brat. He hasn't changed at all over the years.
MC: "So why are you here? In my simulation?"
Str: "I'm supposed to be here to guide each person in here before they start their afterlife, although I'm sure you know about this world already, I thought it would have been fun to pay you a visit. Oh and technically, I'm not 'me', but rather, I'm a wise old wizard by the name of Hoshi."
Str (Hoshi): "It may be smart for you to come up with your own name."
MC: "I'll stick with Sora."
I loved my name from real life. I had a fascination with the sky and my name followed suit.
Hoshi: "You're just as boring as you were back then. That's why we all left you to die alone. You were a nobody that none of us wanted anything to do with."
I had enough of him. I jumped at Hoshi, my fist in trajectory to his face. However, I stopped, a force that burned my insides grabbed my body and threw me against the wall. 'Who the hell was that?' There was no one else in the room except for us. I looked at my old friend, who only had his finger raised in the air. He seemed incredibly bored.
Hoshi: "Ah, how could I forget, I never explained the main thing that I added to your program. Sit down, this will take a while to explain."