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It's been a few days since you got dumped into this body without your consent . You were pretty pissed at first because what the heck . You just died after being hit by a goddamn truck and then got reincarnated into a game you were playing the night before ? What kind of third rate isekai scenario was this ??? It was overwhelming, you just wanted to go home .
After you determined that this is definitely not a dream - i.e. , pinching your cheeks hard and falling ass first onto the floor after tripping on the damn carpet , god did that hurt , you admitted defeat and did calm down abit .
Although , if you were to be isekaied into a game you suppose this wasn't the worse one to have been sent too . God forbid you were reincarnated into Dark Souls or any other soulslike game out there .You shiver just thinking about it .It was thankfully peaceful here . Granted , you ignored the fact that AI was taking over basically all available jobs but hey that was happening in your own world too .
After some deductions, it seems like you got sent to before the game started , before the player character got the dateviators , before they even got hired by Valdivian and put into job limbo .
The past few days have been a whirlwind of exploring the world outside the house , looking around the suburban neighbourhood and of course stopping to pet the dogs you saw along the way . You even got to met this adorable greyhound named biscuit , She was so friendly !
Taking to exploring outside of the neighbourhood you discovered a quaint little cafe you've been visiting the past few days on your morning walk . Not that you don't have an amazing coffee machine at “home” but your new favourite drink isn't exactly something you can make yourself right now .Although , you did already order the ingredients needed after the wonderful barista gave you the recipe but they won't be arriving for another few weeks . You definetly want to enjoy this as much as possible before you get put in what is basically house arrest .
This “sudden” behaviour of going out has likely sparked some suspicion from the dateables seeing as the player character was described to be introverted and a true homebody but you really couldn't care less . Staying “home” all day would have gotten you worked up and stir crazy . Especially since you are of course jobless at the moment and already know this house like the back of your hand from the multitude of hours you spent trying to 100% the game .
You had even taken the time yesterday out of boredom to go through the self-insert fanfiction the player character had written . They are a surprisingly good writer .Although , you aren't sure what exactly you expected with how little description was given ,other than it being embarrassing to them . Even if some of the fics were not in a fandom you were part of or are parodies of shows that exist in your world .You aren't sure you will ever truly finish the absolutely absurd amount that is 100 terabytes of fanfiction stored . How is it even feasible to write that much ???
It occurred to you that characters like The Sassy Chap , Textbox-chan and The Narrator might not exist considering the world looked and felt lifelike and they aren't exactly objects that could be manifested from even with the magical powers of the suspension of disbelief. Especially without the game interface that you definitely haven't seen so far or maybe it will just poof into reality once the “story” starts. Well no point deliberating it right now .
After a while you start pacing back and forth in the bedroom .What are you even supposed to do ? You have decisions to make and no idea how to make them . Seriously , the whole idea of being sent to another world after death was freaking insane to you .You never thought it could actually happen outside of fiction or that you would end up experiencing it.
There is only two paths , accepting the job at Valdivian , starting the story of the game and getting the dateviators or the arguably safer option of finding another job and rebuilding your life from scratch .
Honestly , the thought of abandoning befriending / dating your objects was hard. A part of you really wanted to distance yourself from it all together and avoid the mental toll that would come with it but can you really do that ? Would you really take the easy way out ? Abandon the characters you have grown to love and have them never able to experience life as humans . Amazingly wonderful human beings capable of changing the world . You don't think you could do that to them .
They would never know of course that they could have been more than just objects bound to the house but you have always been too much of a self sacrificing idiot for your own good , if it meant being able to make the people you care about happy .You have to help them . Seriously tho , What would you even do with the BFA in Customer service you supposedly have now ?
Are you sure they would come at all ? For all you know you might not even be in the game. Even if the house looks exactly like the game , being furnished the same down to the smallest of details , even the neighbourhood you were in was very similar to the game just more detailed , more lifelike and with actually people in them but the what ifs keep running through your mind like a , you can't stop yourself from spiralling . what if this all a big social experiment by the government ????
Why would they even spend money on something like this ?
You keep telling yourself that you're being silly and to stop going down this rabbit hole of conspiracy theories but it feels like your mind is running a mile a minute , your hands are trembling and your heart feels like it's pounding in your ears as the world starts bluring before you .You can't fucking breath , it feels like no matter how hard you try ,no air is getting in . Everything is too much , you need to run , you need to get away but you can't ,the walls are closing in ,trapping you and you just fucking can't . It's too much , Everything feels wrong . You feel like you're dying , you need to breathe goddamnit , you aren't going to die again ,you know what this is , it's just a panic attack. YOU NEED TO CALM THE FUCK DOWN .You are safe and this will pass ,it's just a panic attack , you need to remind yourself of that . It will be alright . Deep breaths ,come on , you can get through this , inhale for 4 , hold for 7 , exhale for 8 and repeat .
After a while you feel like you can finally breathe again . The exhaustion sink deep into your bones . You need to relax , you need some sort of outlet for your emotions and then you remembered that you had some art supplies downstairs in the office
You've never really been much of a writer but art was different , it was a way for you to express yourself and your thoughts visually .
So you make your way down to the office slowly, your legs still shaking from the event you just went through but you force yourself down anyway .
It's a good thing you had purchased some art supplies during your walks . A cheap sketchbook , watercolour set and colour pencils , it wasn't the fancy stuff you are used to using back home but it will work .
The scratch of pencil against paper lulls you into a trance .Slow filling of the pages with lines of chroma as you lose yourself in the world of colours blooming across the surface as pigments scatter and mix with each brush stroke . Transforming the once empty pages into a cacophony of colours , your thoughts expressed on paper .You feel much better .
When you finally stop , you notice it's dark outside . The moonlight spilling through the window illuminating the otherwise dark space.
Catching a glimpse of yourself in the mirror hung on the wall of your bedroom .You are taken aback once again , you look stunning , absolutely breathtakingly gorgeous. You thought maybe the characters were exaggerating when you played based on how self-deprecating the player can be at times but you really can't look away .They were beautiful. You think you might just fall in love with yourself .
You decide it's definitely time to go to sleep .