Ding!
Integration is complete. Welcome master!
Words sounds off in my brain, grabbing my attention from my phone. I drop it in surprise, but after the initial scare, I calm down.
'What are you?'
Master, I am a system, the Advance system.
I'm here to help fulfill any wish that you have, given that you have the requirements for it.
Before I can speak, my phone goes off, signaling a text message.
~I don't think we can be friends anymore Atlas. You'll bring my social down ~
My face grows dark. Another friend lost, all because I didn't get my Hounds at the ceremony today. In front of all of Highschool, I failed and became the laughing stock. Although I'm a hardworking and smart student that didn't matter to the teachers it doesn't matter to the principal, or anyone for the fact of the matter.
The only person I can count on is myself…and Alex, my sister. Walking back home from a close by grocery, that voice in my head sounds again.
'Master, The count down for the TurnOver starts in 5 months.'
'What the hell? Am I actually losing it?'
Making back to my house, I take stone sleeping aids and hope for a fruitful sleep.
The morning comes and the same voice sounds again.
'What Turnover?'
I question trying to figure out how to stop this sounds.
'Turnover is when the power of this work begins its shift, to turn over. But the entries that are turning over will cause mayhem to the fellow people. That's being said. People of this world will mutate to gore creatures. '
Fuck this sounds like an actual shit show.
Doing my normal routine, I prepare for the day. My sister comes out her room, yawning,"Brother hurry up in the bathroom."
I roll my eyes but come out sooner after.
As I sit in my room and begin to contemplate what I should do:
A) go to a shrink and check myself in
Or
B) make an actual plan from this turnover
Well in each situation I have nothing to lose other than my sister. I mean although my parents wasn't even close to being a ok parent, they left us with a house and their money that they made. That money being 5 billion dollars and that's not to add from the money I saved from doing jobs.
I decide to go with plan B and grab my card, yelling ,"Get dressed we're going shopping."