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{With that outta the way on with the chapter!}
"talking"
(Thoughts)
*Sound effects*
{system or author}
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(POV Unknown)
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*...-ep*
*...beep*
*Beep...*
"...hmm."
*Beep*
*BEEP*
*BEEP!*
I groggily cracked open one eye. The soft morning sunlight filtered through the blinds, painting thin lines across the slightly cluttered floor of my room—laundry, books, and cables.
*BEEP!*
"Ughh..."
I flailed an arm toward the alarm clock on my nightstand. Right? Left? I wasn't sure anymore. My hand groped blindly in the air, desperate to find the source of the infernal noise.
My hand brushed against something cold and metallic. Nope, just a beer can I forgot to throw out.
Yeet~ I playfully thought chucking it into a far away trash can which I easily made-
*Clank!*
The can hit the rim of trash can, somehow balancing itself as it tilted back and forth as if it were a scale. But it ultimately fell outside the thing, gosh darn gravity meddling with my shot.
(It's Saturday, right? No classes. No shifts. Just a day to finally sleep in. Please, just let me sleep...)
*BEE-*
(Got you!)
My fingers latched onto the plastic edge. I slammed it down on the table, silencing it with a triumphant grin. Victory. I tossed the clock across the room for good measure, its clatter echoing satisfyingly.
"Five o'clock..." I mumbled, glancing at the time.
(Way too early. After last night's overtime, I deserve at least another two hours...hmm maybe threeee~)
I sank back into the comfort of my bed, pulling the quilt tighter around me. My body melted into the mattress as sleep began to reclaim me.
And then—
*BEEEPPPP!*
"ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!"
I bolted upright, heart pounding. My hand darted to the clock, slamming every button I could find. Nothing worked. I yanked out the batteries. Still, the beeping persisted like some immortal tormentor.
"What is this, a cursed relic?!" I hissed, hurling it to the floor in frustration.
The room was silent for a moment, save for my labored breaths. Then:
*BEEP.*
"Un-bloody-believable"
"Sighhh, no way I can sleep now..." Slouching onto my revolving chair, I spun around, trying to turn the gears in my noggin to come up with some answers.
*BEEP*
"It's too early in the morning for this bullshit..." I sprang up, deciding to just go about my day.
I shuffled to the bathroom, muttering curses under my breath. Maybe splashing some water on my face would sort me out
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*Splash!*
The cold water was a slap to the senses, but it did little to shake off the grogginess. My reflection stared back at me, unimpressed. Dark hair tousled like a bird's nest, brown eyes ringed with faint shadows from too many late nights and early mornings. Not a model, but not half bad. On a good day paired with a suit perhaps a 7 outta 10.
*BEEP*
The sound followed me into the bathroom like an unwelcome guest.
*Fizzzzzzz...*
"Ahh~..."
I took my morning leak and freshened up brushing my teeth before enduring a nice cold shower.
*BEEP*
"Man, that thing's loud, innit?" I muttered to no one in particular, hearing the stupid beep every few seconds throughout my shower.
*BEEP*
My shoulder twinged as I reached for the towel.
(Right... slipped last night. Should've watched where I was going.)
*BEEP.*
I dried off, changed into a plain T-shirt and sweatpants, and tried to ignore the insistent noise.
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In the kitchen, the rich aroma of black coffee filled the air—a small comfort amidst the chaos. I nursed the mug like it was a lifeline, savoring the bitterness as it jolted me awake. Breakfast was simple: toast, an omelet, and some potato wedges.
*BEEP.*
Plating the food, I sat at the dining table, trying to repair this chaotic morning.
*BEEP*
I winced at the sound, my veins popping as I irritably pulled out the chair and sat down.
*BEEP*
(I swear, I'm gonna slam a hammer into that thing... Actually, how's it so loud? I'm two rooms away)
"How the hell is it so loud…" I muttered, stabbing a piece of omelet with unnecessary force.
I released my anger chewing on the egg vigorously, the first bite made me forget about my irritation for a moment.
"Hmm!" I hummed in delight, the texture of the egg was soft and creamy, the diced vegetables giving it a small crunchiness that gave it a pop of flavor whenever you bit into it.
*BEEP*
But the that small moment of serenity collapsed like a Jenga tower once you're two hours in.
*Cough!*
The sudden beep startled me enough to prematurely swallow the omelet, I was choking.
I took a sip of my coffee, trying to ease my nerves and dislodging the egg.
"Hahhh..." I exhaled a relaxed sigh, the warm, bitter liquid bringing me solace.
*BEEP*
"I outta get rid of ye quick…"
I started my breakfast, buttering the toast, cutting the omelet into bite-sized pieces, taking short breaks to drink my coffee.
By the time I finished eating, I was stuffed and my irritation had simmered down.
(Hmm... wonder what came first, the chicken or the egg?) Cleaning up felt oddly therapeutic—scrubbing plates, grinding eggshells and veggie scraps into fertilizer.
(Taking evolution to account probably the egg. An ancestor to chickens laid an egg that hatched into the first actual chicken, so definitely the egg) For a moment, the world seemed almost normal.
*BEEP*
Well, nothing else to do. Might as well deal with it.
I marched back into my room, rejuvenated with a nice hearty breakfast, ready to trade blows with the dumb clock.
(Google should have the answers to deal with this…huh?)
But then I checked my phone.
No signal. No Wi-Fi. Every app froze on a strange loading screen, the bar crawling forward at a snail's pace.
(Am I hacked? Did someone steal my info? My accounts? My... search history?!)
I tried to breathe through the rising panic.
(Calm down, Will. Just a glitch. Turn it off and on again.)
I held the power button. Nothing.
And then it happened.
A surge of electricity shot through me, sending me sprawling into my desk. Pain erupted across my back as the wood splintered under me. My phone hovered midair, encased in a shimmering cocoon of light.
*bbbzzzzzzzzzzzzz*
I scrambled to my feet, recovering far quicker than I should have, considering I'd just been zapped.
"WHAT IS GOING ON?!" I shouted, my eyes darting around the room, searching for some logical explanation.
My gaze dropped to the broken alarm clock on the floor—shattered beyond recognition, just gears, glass, and twisted metal.
(Well, at least I don't have to deal with the stupid—)
*BEEP*
(EVEN NOW, YOU WON'T STOP BE—...eping?)
*BEEP*
And then it hit me...
*BEEP*
The sound wasn't coming from the clock.
It never was...
*BEEP*
It was coming from...everywhere?
Now that I paid attention with each beep a very subtle vibration followed.
"Is…is this an earthquake?!"
I stumbled to the window, flinging the blinds open, expecting to see the familiar cityscape. Instead, I was met with blinding white light.
*BEEP.*
But it wasn't really blinding, I could still see everything in my room just fine-…
My room remained intact, yet the outside world was gone. I stumbled back, my heart hammering in my chest.
"Don't tell me I'm on one of em prank shows?" I muttered hopefully.
I picked up the beer can from earlier and chucked it at the window expecting it to tear through a poorly made wall of paper.
But reality had different plans, the can went through the window and a few meters forward before it just…disintegrated…
"..." I was slack jawed at what just happened...a fucking beer can defied the laws of physics and got reduced to nothing...
"Yep, this is just a dream—a real fucked up lucid dream... no, nightmare..." I muttered, finally giving up on trying to make sense of it all.
I crawled back into bed and pulled the quilt over my head.
*BEEP*
(Nothing makes any sense! I didn't feel any pain when I got shocked, my phone is floating in some kind of electric bubble, there's nothing but a void of white outside my window... AND THIS FUCKING BEEPING WON'T STOP!)
I buried my face in the pillow, shut my eyes as tightly as I could, and let myself sink deeper into the mattress, refusing to deal with this reality any longer.
*BEEP*
(This is just a dream, nothing more. I'll wake up and go back to my exhausting but predictable college life, with my boring job at the docks...)
"Yeah, it's all a—yawn... just in my head..." I whispered, feeling my body grow heavier every second...
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*Ting!*
Unbeknownst to me, as I surrendered to unconsciousness, the relentless beeping finally ceased.
My phone began to undergo a surreal transformation, its pale gray casing dissolving into a viscous, shimmering goo that oozed and writhed unnaturally. The device contorted, stretching and collapsing in bizarre, almost organic movements, as though alive and trying to decide on a final form.
The metamorphosis seemed endless, each moment more alien than the last, until it finally reassembled itself into a sleek, glass-like device, its surface segmented with glowing, futuristic buttons.
The object hovered in midair for a breathless instant, humming faintly with an unearthly energy, before zipping over to my bedside in a blur of light and sound.
*BIBIBIBI!*
{System integration 100%. Integration to a compatible device complete.}
Words began to scroll across the screen like a futuristic display as a beam of blue light shot out, engulfing me through the layer of my quilt.
{Host identified.}
{Will Wynn. Age: 19. Height: 6'2". Weight: 84 kg...} It continued listing my physical stats until the blue light abruptly shifted to a glaring red.
{Bodily damage and abnormalities identified. Minor fractures to left shoulder bone... dry eyes... non-cancerous bone tumor in the pelvis... scarring on the back... sore muscles throughout body... calluses on hands and feet...}
{Initiating restoration and modification to peak performance and functionality.}
An eerie red and green glow resonated from the panel as my body…began to undergo some VERY drastic changes.
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