You were walking home after picking up some things for your mother at the local department store. The plastic bag swung back and forth in your hand. You looked at your watch and sighed. The day was still young, but there was nothing to do. You had no money to rent a movie and your video game system was at the repair shop after your brother wrecked it. With nothing to do, you had been forced to pick up tonight's dinner ingredients for your mom.
"Man, I'm so bored. I wish there was something to do." you groaned as you scratched the back of your head.
"Maybe I can help with that." spoke a sudden voice out of nowhere. It was so surprising that you dropped the bag you were holding. As the contents spilled over the sidewalk, you kneeled down to pick it all up while also taking a look at your surroundings.
"Who said that? Where are you?" The voice chuckled, but did not speak again. You were about to walk away when suddenly your stomach started to hurt. As you reached down to hold it, your head started to ache as well. "Ugh. What's going on? I feel sick!" You started to get dizzy before collapsing on the ground; knocked out cold.
When you awoken an unknown amount of time later, you felt something was wrong. The bag of groceries was gone and the ground didn't feel like a sidewalk. Thinking you had been picked up and placed on a bed or something, you looked around to notice you were still outside. If that wasn't bad enough, your frontal view was blocked by a giant torso! You looked up the white shirt to spot a boyish, smirking face topped with grayish hair. You recognized the giant as Joshua, a character from a video game you played a few weeks back. But why was he so big and why were you in his hand?!
"I can tell by the look on your face you're pretty confused. They always are." he stated, scratching his chin as he reminisced
"Huh? What are you talking about? Why the hell are you so big?!"
Joshua's smirk returned to his face as he peered down at you. "I'm not big, you're small. You said you were bored so I shrunk you and brought you over to my world.â"
"What?! Why on earth would you do that?!"
"Cause I felt like it." He replied, curling a strand of his gray hair around his finger. His smug attitude was kind of annoying. He didn't even seem to care about what he just did. "Anyway, here's deal. You were bored so I'm offering you the chance to become my own personal slave. How does that sound?
"That sounds like a horrible idea!â" you shouted up at him. His expression didn't seem to change at all by your remark.
"Well, that's your opinion and all. I'm not forcing you to be my slave; it's totally your choice, dude." He explained, continuing to stare at you with those piercing eyes of his.
"Okay, in that case" you began to say.
"You also get to choose whether you live or die. Your first choice determines your second, so it's two answers in one. Isn't that convenient?" the white haired teenager smiled down at you, an expression not going with his threat a second before. He continued to smile as he awaited your answer.
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