After staring in pure shock at the rapidly dissolving system panel, an expression of pure incredulity graces my face.
"Ha! Haha! I guess the tattoo was the straw that broke the camel's back. Seeing a floating system panel informing you of your 'High Human Bloodline,' 'Eternal Youth,' and the ability to create anything isn't exactly a reassurance of your sanity. Even a hard-core Otaku shut-in wouldn't easily believe this..."
I say to my reflection in the mirror, wincing as I realize the lack of sanity associated with those who talk to their reflections. Examples? Comic book villain Green Goblin, Michael Jackson, Disney villain Maleficent... All people who had unfortunate ends due to mental health problems in addition to talking to mirrors...
Taking deep, shaky breaths, I attempt to think rationally despite my elevated blood pressure and still rising panic.
Apparently, I'm able to create anything and everything from nothing. Let's just... focus on that. Yeah. Take it one step at a time...
After calming myself with the deep breathing techniques I learned from my middle-school counselor, Mr. Harold, I felt that I was calm enough to proceed.
Before I even finished the thought, a box of pizza appeared in my hands. It was warm, and upon opening it, I smelled the most delicious scent ever.
On the perfectly cooked, flawless pizza was sausage, bacon, and pepperoni, exactly the way I love it.
Actually, it was better. Way better.
Ten minutes later, I had polished off half of the oversized Chicago-style pizza before creating a can of Cherry Pepsi to wash it all down.
Then I put the rest of the pizza in my mini-fridge. As I laid down on my spring-filled mattress, I unnecessarily deduced that having this [Ex Nihilo] power is beyond awesome.
And apparently, [Eternal Youth] is among my repertoire of superhuman abilities. No death or aging for me.
Soon, my eyes started to droop, and a few yawns escaped my lips.
My last conscious thought was to create a new bed, and my bed immediately took on the form of a luxurious memory foam mattress supported by an expensive-looking wood framework and surrounded by drapes on all four sides.
Falling down onto what felt like heaven, I immediately fell asleep. After a dream that was quickly fading, I woke up to someone pounding on the door to my shed.
As I groggily woke up, the person who was so rudely knocking intensified their efforts.
I shuffled to the door and opened it, only to look down at the only person in my life who actually possessed a shred of kindness: my youngest half-sister, Alicia.
"Wow! Killian! You got a cool room!" she exclaims, causing my still-sleeping brain to get confused.
"Right, right. Yeah. Anyways, do you, uh, need something?" I say, hoping she would get the hint.
"Mommy and Daddy said that you have to watch me for the weekend. The rest of the family is going to see Grandma and Grandpa in New York."
And with that bomb of a sentence, she pushes past my stunned form into my room, only to yell excitedly once more, but this time, it was a loud shriek.
"Wow! This is your personal room, Killian? Awesome! Big sis Amber was always saying you lived in a dumpster. This is awesome!"
I turn in even more confusion.
"What're you talking abou- what the fuck!" I exclaim. At that moment, I remembered the elusive dream I'd had before waking up.
It was a dream where I turned this place into a gamer's dream gaming den.
And staring me in the face was my room that was exactly that.
All the windows are gone, and light-absorbing, ink-black paint covers every surface, walls and ceiling included.
At the points where the ceiling and walls meet are bright blue neon LED rope lights.
The whole floor is covered in a highly comfortable, shaggy black rug.
By my bed, a small but awesome-looking sleek black desk with a high-performance PC sits on it, with an LED gaming mouse and matching LED keyboard connected.
In front of it is a high-performance luxury gaming chair.
Opposite of that part of the room is an entertainment center with multiple gaming consoles and controllers neatly arranged within it: a Nintendo Switch 2, a PS5, an Xbox Series X, an Oculus, a Meta Quest 3, and about 20 hard-copy games for the Switch, PS5, and Xbox, respectively.
Above the entertainment center is a huge and sleek 75" Samsung plasma smart TV, with a top-notch JBL surround sound speaker system to match.
On a little shelf on the wall is a sleek black box labeled Infinite 100 Terabyte WiFi. Network name: Brekkfist4Dinna. Password: Choose via mental command.
In the space on the ground in front of the TV and entertainment system are four plush beanbags with a table in the middle.
In the only open space left on the large shed/7th Heaven that is my room is an unnecessarily huge Smart Fridge colored black and exuding a blue light when opened.
It's stocked full of snacks, drinks, and even frozen boxed meals, all of which could be found at a gas station.
On the side of the fridge is a huge hanging basket overflowing with bags of chips, candy, and other miscellaneous snacks.
In front of the fridge is a long rectangular table with USB ports and regular outlets scattered on it, accompanied by six chairs around it.
"Y-yeah. It is, isn't it?" I manage to croak out, despite my own shock.
"Can we play Mario Kart, Kill Kill?" she asks, smiling sweetly, her big, doe-like eyes shining brightly as she looks at me. How can I say no to my sweet sister when she looks so excited?
"You're on! The loser has to chug a Pepsi!" I say with a grin, choosing to ignore the nickname she had bestowed upon me.
Two hours and nine Pepsis later, I decide to change things up.
After letting her win every time by starting strong, then "accidentally" messing up, I need a breather.
Not to mention, just hearing the name Pepsi makes my face wrinkle in disgust.
"Hey, Alicia?" I ask.
"Hmmm?" she asks, slightly tilting her head and pausing from devouring the gummy worm she was biting.
She looks so cute that I can't help but pinch her cheeks.
"Oh no! Baby sis! Something's wrong! I can't control my hands! They're possessed! Nooo!"
I grab her cheeks and pinch lightly.
"Kill Kill! Stop! I'm already grown up! Stop treating me like a kid!" she says with a cute pout while warding off my 'possessed' hands.
I chuckle at her statement.
"Sure, sure. Well... since you're already grown, I guess going to Coaster Cliff World wouldn't be fun for you. I guess we'll have to start knitting instead..."
At the mention of her favorite amusement park, her eyes lit up.
"No, no! We can go!" she says frantically.
I smirk inside, but feign concern. "But Alicia! You're already grown! There's no way you'd want to go, unless... you're not grown?"
She hesitates a little then says, "Yeah! Right now I'm not grown!"
I grin. "Really? In that case... Sneak attack!"
I suddenly pinch her chubby cheeks again.
"Killian!" she yells while giggling.
Ending my cheek-pinching attack, I stand up.
"Okay, okay. Go use the bathroom inside the house and bring some sunscreen. I'll get my car," I say.
"Yay!! Wait... Kill Kill?" she says confused.
"Hmmm?" I say.
Is it bad that my nickname of 'Kill Kill' sounds cute when she says it?
"You have a car?"
After you leave I'll create one, so... sort of?
"Of course! Your big bro has everything!"
"Awesome! I'll be right back. Don't leave without me!"
I chuckle. "No promises!" I joke as she stampers into the house like a soldier with a mission.
So cute! I grin inwardly.
"Alright. Time to go work," I say while cracking my neck in an imitation of a certain not well known MCU character.