Empty, White, Void.

Well, this is convenient, I never thought my life would end this way... my life has always been freakish, even from the start. Yet, this is how it ends... my body sinking deeper into the ocean, my life slowly being taken away by Death. Yet, the only question remains in my head and that question got me thinking for all this time on my stupid actions. The question that got me into this predicament.

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How stupid was I to even have this Life?

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Was it all just an obstacle?

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An achievement?

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Conveniently planned?

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No one knows the answer.

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Thus, why I'm slowly dying into the ocean. How did I get here? Funny thing really, let's start from the beginning. The very beginning...

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Welcome readers, to my void. I am Narrow Gray, gladly to be at service as the narrator for this young man at the center of this space, a safe space, completely unreachable to any living thing. The protagonist, Preacher.

“What?” The said protagonist, -known for being the main character of this story, looked about in confusion with the voice he had heard, yet couldn't find the source of it. However, it does sound familiar, but he couldn't lay a finger on it, he shrugged it off for now.

He is a young man, born with multiple defects in his life. Such as… Uh- hmm...

The voice sounded unsure and the sound of shuffling paper can be heard as well as soft mumbling. Preacher still looked confused. Despite the fact, his eyes are replaced with a visor as the screen represent his eyes as two digital lines that switch to arrows every time he blinked. A question mark appeared on his visor as he observed the blank white area.

Thus, the only problem is that there is nothing to observe except himself for injuries or any abomination, aside his robotic hands, though that's an explanation for another time.

I know there has to be the information here… Oh no, it can't be shredded, can it? Have I shredded the wrong- oh heavens no- I did-!!

Preacher then began to get tired of wondering and decided on asking. “Hey,” He called out, thinking the voice can hear him.

What? I'm very busy at the moment-

“Yeah, sounds wonderful, I guess-” the sarcasm was paused as the man made an eye roll motion with his visor, he looked up, “-can you tell me where I am? Is there a door or a window I can jump out of?” Preacher asked, his volume increased, so he can state clearly on what he needed to hear.

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“What?” The question being the main one apparently.

Can you... hear me?

The protagonist sighed, “yeah, I've been hearing your whiny voice since I got here, and what's that about my defects-?” He crossed his arms with a calm yet offended glare. “Gray?” He added to confirm who he's talking to, and he is not very happy.

Uh, my apologies-! Eheheh-! The information is shredded and unseen! Therefore, I am going to get fired for shredding it…

“Really?” He does not believe a word Narrow says.

... I can tell you don't believe me, but really, I'm being honest here. Em- How about a deal? I'll continue to narrate you without that part of the script and you say nothing about it, agreed?

He scoffed, “dude, you seriously think I'd put up for that? I'd rather get out of here, go back to my apartment and drink until I hopefully pass out and never wake up.” He walked off with a wave, leaving his spot to the right and then find himself returning to the same exact spot from the left. Or was it the front? He can hardly tell where he's going.

He kept at it for about 5 minutes, and he began to get tired of it already, “...****.”

Language.

With a frustrated groan, he glanced up with a look of annoyance. “Alright, I'll put up with that bullshit.”

Perfect, and also language, Preacher-

“But-” He raised his robotic finger up, “before I get in to this deal, tell me what I'm in for before I regret it...” The pale skinned man pointed out, he does not completely trust Narrow yet. The narrator have yet to achieve his trust before doing anything else crazy.

-sigh- Alright, you would be going through many scenes and adventures with this device I have in my hand-

“You have a hand?” Preacher asked, along with a snort.

TSK, excuse me, Mr. Protagonist. I'm trying to tell you, 'what you're in for' otherwise you'd wouldn't know and I'd be fired. Then they'd hire a new narrator, and I-

The protagonist mocked the narrator by snoring loudly, “... Oh? I'm sorry, I just fell asleep through your whiny tantrum.” He rolled his digital eyes, as well with his hands in his pockets. He doesn't really care about people that much which gave him an attitude.

-offended gasp- Ah, Excuse me-! I'm trying to do my job and if I don't do it properly, I would be fired-!

“And what does that matter to me?” He asked bluntly.

Well, Wise man, I'll regretfully tell you that when I'm gone, a new narrator will replace me and you'd be out of this world in an instant, and by that meaning. I meant, erased out of existence!

Preacher's visor went from digital eyes, to a loading animation and finally a 'meh' face. “So? Life is all crap for me,” He checked his metallic fingers without a care in the world.

'So' You're going to start over, an absolute reset button if you don't cooperate.

His visor did the same thing, except this time instead of a 'meh' face, it's an exclamation mark. He blabbered out, “THERE'S NO WAY IN HELL I'M GOING BACK THROUGH ALL THAT, ESPECIALLY PUBERTY-!!!”

Now do you want to cooperate? -hummed mockingly-

“Fine- fine-! Whatever, just say what you're going to say.” He groaned, getting very irritated with the narrator's tone in his voice.

Alright, as I was saying, with this device, I'll take you to different places based of the other scripts that are filled with many adventures. Each one different, however my part of the deal would be walking you through on what you're supposed to do and follow the directions stated on the scripts.

With a hum, he thought deeply about the last part. After a moment of silence, he asked, “Sounds easy enough... nothing too crazy, right?” Preacher glanced up for a response except all he got was a nervous chuckle from the voice. “Gray...” He called out more sternly this time.

Aha... well... you're going to be meeting up with a few people and the places you would be in can be dangerous and... you know, odd...

The visor on Preacher's face turned his stern look to an annoyed look, “you say that like I don't know what the **** is the meaning of odd.” He crossed his arms once again. He literally has a visor and robot hands, he is the definition of odd. Or so he thought.

No, no, no-! What I mean is that the world won't be ordinary. You know what, let's ignore about the worlds and talk about the people. Most of them are quite fine ladies.

This caught the man's attention, “ladies huh? They hot?” He pulled a Lenny face at the narrator.

Preacher, be mature about this. You're a 23-year-old man.

“And I act like a fucking teenager so deal with it man,” he shook his fist at the air to indicate that he is expressing it as much as he can. He never gets along with girls and maybe with this opportunity, he'll be able to pick up a girlfriend as weird as him. Won't that be something?

Just... -inhale- Don't dawdle with them too much and you're going to keep your end of the deal right?

Preacher scratched the back of his head with a hum, he could mess with the voice by doing the exact opposite of what he's suppose to do just like in one of those games he played. He snickered sneakily at the thought, however he rather not like the man fired and himself possibly having a total reset where every awkward moment as a teenager is infuriating. The man shale the thought away with a grimace. He hated his phases. “One catch... If I don't want to do some actions, you can't call me out. That way, I'll keep my end of the deal. Deal?” He gestured a hand out for the man to shake, it was meant to be a joke until-

-hummed- alright then, deal.

Preacher jolted when he felt a hand shaking his own. He pulled his hand away out of shock to feel that the voice actually shake his hand. “Whoa-! That's freaky-” He laughed a little. Although he was still shocked about a hand that he can't see, shook his own.

Certainly, I'm a narrator, I have my ways.

“Plus, that also proves, you do have a hand,” Preacher laughed more.

-annoyed sigh- Alright, I do have hands, be glad that I'm not allowed to interfere with you too much and not slap you about for irritating me like a tick.

With one singular clap of his hands, he rubbed them together as a meaning he's ready to get this started, “okay, Mr. Voice Guy, where we're heading first?” He asked, prepared on where to go.

Our first destination would be... Ah! A city, your coordinates would be in a dark alley. Sounds safe, doesn't it? It's a shortcut to some places and it's dark so no one would notice you come in or come out.

Once again, Preacher pulls a look of annoyance, “you never go out a lot do you?” He asked, tapping his arm while it is still crossed.

Er... No, not really... but it's better you than me!

“You little-” Preacher was soon snapped out of the void and was transported to another world.

This would be fascinating, yep. Oh yes, indeed. -chuckles-

The narrator had the scripts prepared as well as going to enjoy the man screaming in terror because this scene, Preacher is going to encounter an assassin.

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One snap out of the void had taken the protagonist to a different location. It sounded simple but to the protagonist's point of view, it is merely:

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!”

Loud screaming when he was sent from the void to his destination, he had spawned to that said area. Preacher took a moment and lean against the wall, he felt nauseous from that transportation sensation.

Preacher was tempted to chunk his insides into a garbage can, he took a moment to get rid of this feeling before he decided to walk forward. He groaned softly as he glanced up at the dark cloudy sky. “You're enjoying this, are you?” He questioned, with a grunt.

I certainly am, thank you for asking. -clears throat- After the few moments of nausea, the protagonist decided to look around for any signs of life, other than rats and stray cats. His mind was filled with questions on what he's doing here instead of going about somewhere else, such as out of the alleyway.

“You know what? Actually, maybe I should get out of the alley, cause this isn't really worth it, man. If I have to go through puberty, I'll go through it a million times if I have to.” The pale skinned man hissed as he got away from the wall and stumble over to the alleyway to get out of there.

I wouldn't do that, Preacher sir. -sing song tone-

Preacher glanced up at the sky again, then stopped walking. He squinted his digital eyes out of suspicion. “You know something would happen, do you...? Our deal is that you'd guide me, Gray.” He pointed out, when he was looking up, he saw a figure on top of the building which turn his focus to the figure than the annoying voice in the plains of nothingness.

-chuckles- Maybe... As Preacher glance up at the sky, he can see a figure on the building, watching over him, he knows-

“B-but- it's a good kind of 'watching over me' right?” The man stuttered out of fear, backing up a tad bit to try to see the figure better.

Let me finish will you-?

The moment the narrator said that, the figure jumped off the building. Which startled the protagonist, making him jump out of his skin, as the figure landed a few feet in front of him. The ground cracked where the figure landed, their head was down before looking up to make eye to eye contact with Preacher, who backed up even more.

“Gray-” He called out for the narrator on what to do in this situation, each step he took going backwards is another step forward for the assassin.

Uh-! A-As I was saying, he knows he must run the moment the assassin spotted him-! Run-! Preacher-! RUN-!!!

He doesn't need to be told twice as he turned and ran like a cheetah is chasing him. Apparently, he's being chased by a human by the looks of it, but a human, who can survive a 4-story building.

Um... well, this is a start of the story, will our protagonist survive in the next chapter? I sure hope he will, I wish to not get fired when he doesn't survive this... that assassin was written to be ruthless and strong.

“YOU THINK-?! JUST TELL ME WHAT TO I DO DAMN IT-!” The protagonist exclaimed loudly, but tough luck earned him a brick wall, meaning a dead end. He's cornered by an assassin. The dagger in their hand proves this is not a joke.

Preacher is frozen in place as a hand grabbed his collar shirt and pushed him against the wall with a knife near his neck. His digital eyes turned to arrows, indicating that he's closing them tightly, so to speak. He rather not witnessed his bloody death.

“You're... dead...”

The voice uttered, close to a whisper. The dagger was raised and-!

To be continued

Oh lord, pray that I'm not fired...

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