Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-34369352-20190114062529/@comment-34369352-20190114062605

It’s a beautiful day outside. An average person would definitely be going out for a nice walk, or going to the park for a picnic, or something like that. But me, being the lazy garbage I am, is instead sitting inside, laying on the sofa, and eating Instant Noodle.

A typical Monday, if you ask me.

Just eating my noodles, thinking about Undertale, and listening to Megalova-

-BOOM-

…What the heck was that?!!!

I walked downstairs into my basement to check on my lab equipment. The teleportation machine is malfunctioning.

I processed the information by repeating it in my head.

The teleportation machine, which is connected to the spacetime continuum, therefore making it one of the most dangerous machines in the lab, is malfunctioning.

Oh no

I rushed forward quickly to unplug it (how did I forget to do so yesterday?), but the damage was done.

The machine is smoking, a sign that it was working on overdrive. Luckily, it didn't seem to be opening any blackhole, destroying the universe or anything similar, and it only seems like I won’t be able to use the machine for a very long time. Unfortunate, but one of the better outcomes out of what could’ve happened.

Sighing, I walked back up to the living room. Sitting back down on the couch, I plugged my earphones into my ears, picked up my chopsticks and continued eating.

As the earphones blared Megalovania into my eardrums, my thoughts wandered to how I even got myself into this position in the first place.

A few years ago, my parents died in a car crash, which caused me to inherit this establishment for myself. Of course, it took a little bit of persuading for me to get my property, as I am “only” 6 years old (More like my other greedy relatives wanted to steal my property from me), but I did manage to get my property in the end. Now I’m 12. It’s been a few years since that accident.

The main reason I wanted this huge mansion all to myself is because it comes with one hundred acres of land filled with forests surrounding the house, which makes it infinitely times easier to continue my illegal experiments and just be a hermit in general.

In all honesty? I haven’t seen the sun in months. Taking a look at my reflection on the screen of my TV, I analyzed my looks. My skin has become very white, and quite frankly, I look a bit like a vampire or a zombie which the heavy bags under my eyes and my messy hair.

I just really don't care about taking care of myself, I guess.

I took my phone out of my pocket, and checked on my bank account. There is only a few hundred bucks left. Huh. I guess I’ll have to hack the bank again very soon.

As I snapped out of my musings, a movement on the ceiling caught my eye.

A portal is opening up on my ceiling.

I glanced up at it tiredly, not bothering to get up. Did my foolishness of forgetting to unplug a piece of machinery somehow lead me to my imminent doom? Although, to be fair, I couldn't care less if I really did die. Apathy is one of the only things I can feel nowadays.

Something fell through the portal onto the floor of the living room.

It’s a…skeleton?

It’s a very familiar glitching skeleton with black, red, and yellow bones, and black, red, yellow, and blue clothes that I know because I recently got into the fandom. To be honest, I was expecting void beasts, fire-breathing dragons, zombies, vampires, or that sort of thing fall from the portal.

But certainly...not this.

“…how did you manage to break the fourth wall? Is this another one of my hallucinations?” I stared at him as he’s getting up from the floor, muttering under my breath.

I took a bite of my noodles to calm my nerves. That seemed to gain his attention.

I stared at him. He stared back.

What a meaningful conversation!

Just as I was about to speak, a few more skeletons fell down and landed on the ground.

I closed my mouth, and raised my eyebrows as my face shifted into an amused expression.

“…why is it raining skeletons in my living room?”