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Hot warm blood trickled from his abdomen,leaving from his flesh together with it warmth.A wry grin on his face as a numbing pain muddled his thoughts.His eyes feel heavy as it struggled to stay awake—to stay conscious and not falling asleep.There's a buzzing sounds on his ears with his brain slowly turning into a heap of mush.Thoughts raced and leaping into many things it can latched itself into
How he definitely going to die from bloodloss.And the reason of his bloodloss is because he bravely—if not stupid tried to play a hero in a hostage situation while his fucking ass wasted from alcohol he downed earlier in time.
He can't help the image of his parents that cross his mind.His dad who is a tan skinned man with a tattoo on his arms,face always smiling dorkly at his wife and son.His mom with her calm face that can be mistaken as stoic and gentle touch from her calloused rough hands that most often than not combing through his hair.
Aww man look at him playing a hero!His ma and pa sure will be proud that he go down in honorable way like that!But they probably be sad that their dumbass son is gonna die—
Speaking of hero his dwindling consciousness thought about a webnovel that catch his interest lately.A shame that he didn't get to see the end of the story.
It was a story with many plotholes and imperfect worldbuilding but Tom didn't mind it much.After all he didn't start reading it with the intent to see epic adventures and amazing world.No—He read it because the characters.
He remember how the image of character that displayed in the online forum have an uncanny resemblance to one of his friends.The only difference he can spot from the not so realistic style of art are the tuft of brown hair that a shade lighter from his friend and the unrealistic bright neon green eyes.
He remembers how as he click on the novel title the paragraph of summary instantly met his eyes and the single word that immediately catch his attention as he read it over.To be more exact—a name.His friend name,Edd.
It was funny how not long after he read a few chapters into the novel he quickly found out that there's a counterpart of his other best friends,Matt and Tord in it.Just like that he fully immersed himself in the story.
His path of thoughts can't help be shifted to Tord.The only one from their friend group that still alive now it seems.He feel guilts at the thought of leaving him in this way because today is Tord important day,the man was winning an awards for his invention.And how awful for said man to live the rest of his life knowing that his drunk friend died on the way to meet him never arrived to his destination.What should have been a joyous occasion was the day his friend died.To be reminded that it was the day you gained and loss something.
Tom knows that for as many as the two of them like to bicker,fighting and insult one another they still care for each other.But maybe because of it that their bond is stronger.After all with each fight and arguments that comes between them they can see each other flaws and learn to accept them.
He thought about Edd,from his wide smiling face to the melody of his laugh.Tom misses him.Not just Edd but Matt too.Matt with his flair for dramatics and his lectures about health.
He can't fend off the temptation as the black dots that dancing around his eyes finally consumed him and his trailing thoughts fade into the sweet abyss.
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He gasp as he did a full on body shivering,skin prickling without permission.Sweat gliding down and coating his body as the unexplainable discomforting sensations riddling every cranny and nook of his body.
As if something or someone take a peek at him when he is in vulnerable state.Poking him with it invasive and intrusive touch.His heartbeat slowed down not much but enough for it to no longer feels like it run on a mile like the way a prey animal hunted by a predator would.
A second pass as the unwanted sensations died down to be replaced with an off putting feeling.Like wearing ill-fitted clothes that don't match him.Still the sensations manageable than the first one.
Calming down,he is able to focus on his surrounding.From the cold metal table that lick his bare skin to the quiet hum in the suffocating stillness of the room he found himself in.
There's a thin white sheet draped over him,it forms are wrinkled from his abrupt wake up.The smell of chemicals surrounded his nose and dim fluorescent light shined down like a man made moon.
But it's enough for Tom to realize where he is at.
He's at a morgue.
A fucking morgue—
Why in the holy hell that he's still alive?!
Instinctively he looked down at his stomach,snapping his eyes where's he sure there will be a stab wound marred his skin.Instead his eyes meet with the sight of warm colored skin with rosy undertones,different from his ochre brown skin.
He is—was death.There's a hostage situation,a scared child and then there's blood.His blood to be exact.He remember the moment the warmth escaping him and the cold replace it.The struggle to breath and drain of energy.How the world blur and fade out until there's nothing but black.
Bringing up his hands,confusion and disbelief start to swell more in him.The last times he check he didn't do any skin bleach,so he instantly knew that the hands that he looks are not his.His palms and fingers are on the longer side of shape than this pair.While this one have a long fingers,the palm are shorter than Tom's.
It's not his hand,but it may as well be with the fact that he have controls on it and very aware that it's the limb that attached to his body—that definitely not his body.
Tom may not be the smartest cookie in the jar but he's not awfully dumb that he can't connect the dot to come up with some theories to relieve him from his confusion of this situation.
Body possession.
It was unknown to most people if it's a situation that can really happen or it's just pure fiction.There's an extended possiblity that comes from this situations usually if he go by the logic of fiction.
And honestly he's too sober to deal with this.
Like the devil himself listening to his thoughts and intent to make his suffering of the day worse because he get off from it,a futuristic panel appear in the air.Right in front of him.
Shaded deep lazuli blue the contents in it is a profile information of a person.Though he can't make out much of it thanks to many glitched parts in it.
N̷̛͙̮͆̈́̆̈́̀ȃ̸̩̟m̶̪̎̓̇͌̏͐͊͒̔͝e̷̬̬̩̪͈͍̪̒̓̿͌̉̊̋̑̋̚ : Treas Jeger (T̴͈̻̑̀͆͊̿o̶̼̗͙̤̜͚̤͌̐̒̕m̶̨̺̫̥͕̝̰̩͖̤͊̆̓͒̀̐̉̀̕͝ ̷̨̺̼͒̍̃̽́̂R̶̲̔̀í̶̡̪̝̇͗̒͘͝m̶̍͜e̶̛͍̫̞̬̦͙̣̣͑̐͌͋̈̆̈͠͝f̵̡̢͚̤̦̬̤̱̖̱̅̏̐́̿ą̶̺͘l̶̨̧̯̠̻̱̇͗̾́ĺ̵̜͋̒?̶̩̟̜͓̝͈̍¿̴̮͎͔͔̌̓̈͆̔͒̍͠ )
Age : 📄︎⌛︎ ⱧɄ₥₳₦ ꙅɿɒɘY
Class : Mage
Title :
Ȑ̵̝͓̘̝̤̣̹̫͎̹̋̔̈́̍̄̓̆͝á̵̛͍͎̳̬͉͓̗̤̓̈́̃n̸̟̭̰͖̼͆̈͛̒͊̾͌̎͌k̶̞͇̪̝͇̏̔̕̕ ̵̢̨̨͎̫̳͈͍̦̤̂͆̋̿̐͂̂͠:̶̠̠̹̠͇̤͍̭͚̽̀̀͊̚͜ ̸͈̏͐̃̅͌̓̌̕̚͠C
Race : Human???
Skill : C̶ₒ̶ₚ̶y̶c̶ₐ̶ₜ̶,̶̡̣̯͕̱͇̩̆̓̅̈́̈́̀̅B̵̠̄̽̓̎̈͂̃ḙ̴̯̹̪̮͓̠͕̯͊͋̇̀̓̏͠r̴̬̣̀̀̍̉͝ş̸̗̣͖͛̂͐̒̂̓̔̍͝è̵̪̪͇̜̻́̊̀̒͌̌̿̾͐r̷̡͕̱̖͚͒̏̎̔̇̏͝͝k̷̛̤̯̭̩̹̬̑͂͐͂̕,̶̟͍̙̯̱͙͖̬͇͊̀́̄͌͛̅́̕S̶̨̧̼̭̤͉͙̲̔̇̔͋̓̏̑̏̀͘͜e̶̻̳̤̲̒̅̿̾ͅl̴̡̧͈̹͔̮̰̠̋͑̓̔̕f̴͚̞̥̦̳̈́-̵̹͉͍̉̅̏͆H̴̡̖̹̙̰͙͔̹̮͋̓̆͐͜e̷̤̪̜̪̲̼̯͆̓̐a̵̢̲͈̣̱̼̟̽̌̐͌̂͝͠ͅĺ̸̢͎̠̈́̒̇͒̀͜i̵̤͊̀̏͐̍n̴͉̾̃̓̈́͋̏͛̾̂͝ģ̷̲͉̀͑̈̏̑̌̑̍͝ [̵̟͔̥̆́̏̄͆̎́̍̌.̴̛̮͍̀̿̾̽̚.̸͖̙̓̃͌͌̃.̵̇̂̈̎̍̍̈́͋̕͜]̵̰̟́̈́̐́̍̔
-̷͙̖̥͖̪̺̉͐͑͊̍͒̽͊̅̾Status : ???
HP : 50/150
MP : 40/150
Strength : 30/150
Charisma : 20/100
Luck : 5/20
[Close] [Home]
Yeah,Tom really could drink a bottle of Smirnoff or Vodka for the bullshit that thrown at his way right now.He really need that— ASAP.
Another blue window appear,shorter than the first one.It hangs on the air beside the glitched profile information.
Scenario #1 — Survival In New Society
Secure a temporary or permanent residence as a place to rest and find a way to make money and not to starve!
Time Limits : 30 Days
Rewards : 500 Points
Penalty For Failure : Death
As he read it over,it content successfully make him curse out and muttering under his breath.
"What the fuck—" Wiping out his face in an act of exhaustion he look around again.It is as he said,this place is a morgue.But taking a closer look it looks like a multipurpose room,half a morgue half an autopsy room and half a lab.Maybe that's why the room is quite a big one,with clinic sterileness,a few metal slabs serving as a bed for corpses and variations of tools that he didn't know the use for.Thankfully he didn't see a dead body on the few empty besides the one he use.
Then he look at himself again.
Yep,he is undoubtedly naked save for the thin white sheet dwarfing over his bottom half.And he just notice the cold air of the room creeping it way inside him.
With that he push himself to his feet and land on the pristine floor to search for a proper clothes instead of a flimsy cloth.Still covering his bottom half with it,fashioning the cloth the way a towel would be put after taking a bath.He look back at the blue panels,reluctantly willing it to close down and it disappear instantly from his sight.
Well time to find something decent to wear and a way out.
Half an hour or so,his plan of a decent clothes and an exit looking to bleak in it success and he feel a little bit restless remembering the death penalty of not fulfilling the scenario.
See no matter how much he ransacked and rummaged this place he didn't find any shirt or pants or dress to wear.Not even the one used to belong to one of the corpse in this damn morgue.As for the exit?Well it's a metal door with high tech security.Messing with technology is more of Tord alley than Tom.
Well there's the ventilation route but he still sceptical about it.Just as he mussing over if he really did want to take the risk or wait it out until someone find him—A corpse back from the dead not just until a few minutes ago—
A mechanical beep and an ai like voice announcing a person coming inside the room make him scurry over to hide in what this room could offer as a hidden spot.Which is not much.
But he make do with what he got.
-5 Points of your Mana in exchange of 1 minute of Invisibility
Trying to keep his breath and footsteps soundless,he keep himself to a corner of the room.The one where it let him see the person walk into the room the moment the metal door to slide off and separate into two to turn into one metal wall of door again as soon as the person let themselves fully into the room.
The person that step inside is fairly young.A six or five years behind Tom ages.With a mop of hair that curl slightly at the end.Dyed blond with visible reddish brown at the root hair.A square glasses sitting neatly on the bridge of his nose.Pink eyes look in surprise at the absence of one body.Lips making a noise of surprise and bafflement.
"W—what happened here?!Where is the body?!?" The male looking fresh out of highschool began to sound panicked and scared.Poor him probably confused so much like what Tom felt at the start of this shit and handling it less better than him.
It almost make him stop to do about what he would do as he see the boy inches away from the metal slabs where Tom lay earlier.Unguarded at his back and the perfect opportunity to knock him out cold.
"Sorry kid.No hard feelings involved"