January 18th, 2005.
In the western hemisphere of the planet, inside the North American continent, in a small town, lived a boy.
This town was called Forks. It was a small town with not a big population, a town where everyone knew everyone, and even their own parents knew each other, it was a sort of closed community where everyone grew up together.
That didn't mean that everyone had a good life inside this small town in the united states of America however.
Living on 5th Ave, close to the St. Anne Church. Alan Walker, an 18-year-old boy, was in his bed, inside what could only be called an apartment that was one step above homelessness, or maybe half a step.
He was sprawled all over the bed, his left leg dangling over one side as drool dripped down the side of his mouth, whilst heavy snoring sounds came out at the same time.
It was at this moment, as he was deep in sleep, that an electric current appeared out of thin air. It looked like something straight out of a fantasy, as lightning appeared right on top of Alan's body, sizzling and crackling before seeming to move like a snake, slowly slithering towards his open mouth.
Arriving at the open, drooling mouth of the teenager, the lighting flickered for a moment before rushing forward and entering his body.
For a moment, silence reigned inside the small room before it broke.
Alan's body started shaking immensely, convulsing on the bed as the tremors going through him took complete and utter control.
Alan's mouth opened wider, his eyes simultaneously doing the same as a piercing scream of pure pain shot out of him.
After a brief moment, the tremors started to subside, together with the pain that had coursed through his entire body.
Alan, still confused, his mind barely there, heard another sound, a sound that didn't seem to come from him or anything in his room, and yet it was as if it had rang out directly inside his brain.
[ Ding! ]
[ User and System have fully completed fusion. ]
[ Start System. ]
[ Yes. ] [no]
At that same moment, as the bell-like sound had rung inside his mind, Alan saw a holographic panel with a red coloring scheme appear before him.
Looking at the words that seemed almost to be inscribed instead of written on the panel, Alan felt his already major headache grow somehow even more.
'This… this piece of fucking shit, what is this?' Alan thought, completely and utterly confused as he tried to gather his breath and gather his bearings at the same time, though it was proving to be quite the challenge.
He had been woken up to an insane amount of pain, and now he was seeing things in front of him.
'Have I finally gone insane? Is this the next level? Schizophrenia? Nah, is this shit even worse? Did I become a full-on fucking emo…. God fucking damn it all.' Alan muttered with a sigh as he lifted his hand and ran it through his dense, black, wavy hair as he slowly moved his feet from the center of the bed to the side and got up.
The holographic red screen seemed to follow him no matter if he walked away or turned around to face away from it, it would still appear right before him.
'God… I can't believe that I'm actually going to try doing this… and I need to stop mentioning god… but this… I feel like for once in my life, im justified to act however the hell I want.' Alan thought to himself as the headache slowly but surely healed.
Looking at the screen once more, he saw two options, Yes or no… or at least it seemed like two options at first.
'The no, it's fucking grayed out. This fucking trash, fucking FUCK.' Alan thought as he shook his head, his hands shaking in anger as he slammed his finger on the yes button, simply to get it over with.
[ Yes ] [ Selected. ]
[ Gather User Information. ]
[ Analyzing…. Analysis complete. ]
[ Status Menu ]
[ Name: Alan Walker ]
[ Race: Human ]
[ Age: 18 ]
[ Gender: Male ]
[ Level: 0 ]
[ S.P.E.C.I.A.L ]
[ S: 2 ] [ Strength ]
[ P: 3 ] [ Perception ]
[ E: 2 ] [ Endurance ]
[ C: 2 ] [ Charisma ]
[ I: 3 ] [ Intelligence ]
[ A: 2 ] [ Agility ]
[ L: 1 ] [ Luck ]
[ Special Points: 5 ]
[ Points: 0 ]
'What… are those my stats? Are those high or low for a level zero? What… do they even mean exactly, I mean… I can guess most of them, I guess, but it would be nice… to at least know exactly.' Alan thought silently as he gazed at the new panel before him.
[ Ding! ]
[ System has heard User Request. ]
[ Generating S.P.E.C.I.A.L Stat Descriptions based on User intelligence. ]
[ Strength: Hulk Smash the bed. ]
[ Perception: How much can you see with those eyes of yours... ]
[ Intelligence: Actually! This formula goes like…. ]
[ Endurance: Can you go another round, darling?... ]
[ Charisma: Looksmax. ]
[ Agility: Is it in? It's already over, babe… ]
[ Luck: Let's go Gambling. ]
For a moment, Alan's eyes simply widened as his mouth opened slightly in shock, before at the top of his forehead a bulging vein appeared, twitching rapidly as his entire face instantly started to change color from a pale milky color to a deep red.
'Is this trashy ass shit system telling me that I'm a dumbass? What does Looksmax even mean? I can guess, but that's not even a word….' Alan thought as his hands shook slightly.
He wanted to hit something so badly, however, he had already tried discreetly, and his hands would simply go through the panels instead of shattering them when he tried to hit them.
*Sigh*
"Deep breaths… slow deep breaths," Alan muttered with a sigh as he took a slow deep breath before releasing it slowly, calming himself in the process as he once more turned his gaze towards his stats.
'Alright then… time to invest some points.' Alan thought.
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