Notes for story: Something's in this chapter are explained in the next. But nothing really happens until chapter 3.

Notes for story 2: The logs are not pointless. They'll make sense throughout the story.

...LOG #57…

56TH redo of the first log :)

"Fuck you Mecha! Oh crap, we're recording… *clear's throat*. There are...many stories out there. Some are good...some are bad. Some have a positive ending...some have negative. However most end up with the same conflict. Good VS Evil. Heroes VS Villains. And yes, I can't say this story is any different. This is true. However, this story has...multiple endings. Multiple routes...and multiple spikes of depression…but I took care of my potty mouth a bit."

"Honey, are you sure you can finish this one?"

"Y-yeah...yeah this is the 57th tape. *Sigh*...anyway. What I'm about to tell you is...well it's a really fucking retarded tale that had made me want to go 110% Kermit and jump a roof. This is a story...of a link. This is a story...of how my life got flipped upside down. But before we start...we have to go to the prologue. Where it all began."

"Don't think you told me that one."

"I know sweetie...I know. And what can I say...the story is really a backstabber...well it's actually a throat slicer but...you'll see...okay that's enough mecha, you can end the tape. Honey next one please!"

"Uh, sorry...that was the last one."

"Fudge Nuggets…*sigh* hey, Mr.s Histoire! You wouldn't happen to still have the-"

End log.

1st pov

I opened my eyes. Immediately as I gained consciousness the sounds of glass moving, rain hitting the ground and roof, and the bird's outside started singing their morning song. I twitched my hand, already my energy was going through me. I got up, scratching my messy brown hair, and yawned.

"Well today is...well it's life so it's going to be as shitty as ever," I said to myself, jumping out of my bed. Back then I had a bit of a potty mouth. I grabbed my clothes. A black long-sleeved shirt, with blue jeans. On top, I had a dark red jacket with black grey sleeves over my shirt, zipped only about half-way. I scratched my messy brown hair and walked into the bathroom, where I stopped to look at my blue eyes. "I am a beautiful bastard for a white," I took in a breath, "Boiiiiii!"

I swiped the three bangs over my forehead, one in the middle down to my nose and two next to them that go to my eyes, and sighed. I was over-hyping myself. My cousin wanted me to meet a girl. I'm not much for dating, but at the same time, it's a girl! You only have one shot, and ya can't miss your chance to blow...that sounds really goddamn wrong when a female is involved in the sentence. As I felt a blush appear on my face, I quickly went to the kitchen. No one was home. No one was here...like usual. I sighed again, preparing to say my signature catchphrase.

"I HATE MY LIFE!" I yelled to no-one. I don't actually hate my life, but eventually, it just...sticked to me. I 'permanently borrowed' some money from my mother's piggy bank, and took my bike outside from our garage. I jumped on and started riding down a hill, up another hill, turned on a road, and eventually across a highway so I can get to school. On the way, I stopped at a manga cafe. It was recently built in my town, and it had donuts and tea so…kinda a cool place to hang out. I went in, go myself a biscuit with my tea, and looked around. I was already late for school, so might as well look around.

"Hmm...no I already have the whole Z series...clockwork was good, so maybe I should get the final book? What about yu-gi-oh...I wonder if that manga is any good." I asked myself. I heard people talking from the other side of the desk.

"What are you thinking of buying?" Someone asked.

"Well now that they have a movie section, i'm going to buy the Neptunia anime." Person B said.

"The what?" Person A asked.

"Oh you'd love it, it's about a bunch of goddesses of sorts in a console war. Or something like that, lots of cute and funny characters. And most importantly, it has boobs and loli's!" Person B said. I sighed and facepalmed. This is what gives us anime fans a bad name...but a cringey and funny one. Although that sounds somewhat interesting knowing my...past.

"*sigh*...Now I really miss being in the other universes...being in Spartan armor was fun as hell." I mumbled to myself as I looked around.

Explained in chapter 2

"Your right. It was," Someone said to me. I turned around seeing another guy, similar to me. "Nice to see you, friend."

"David?" I asked. Just imagine me, but with less hair and taller. He also had a black jacket with white stripes, as well as sweatpants of the same color. "Well if it isn't mister anti-racist himself. Wearing white and black. Nice."

"Well you know me...but we need to talk," David said. He looked over. "Oh hey, I don't have this volume of Sword Art Online! Oh wait, can't get distracted this is important!"

"Well, it can't be that important. I'm no longer some overpowered golden-haired monkey, a super soldier and life is boring aro-"

"Carl's dead." He interrupted me. I stopped reaching the book I was reaching for. Carl was...a buddy of mine. He wasn't a good friend, but he was a good ally. "But that's not all. Caleb, our friend Alex, and our friend Tyler, and that clingy little girl you babysit were killed as well."

My body stiffened. I could handle Carl but...all of them. Oh shit. They were all...close to me.

"The weird part is, I told your cousins and they said they've been seeing a shady person following them around, and everyone else was involved in our dimensional travels as well. This guy is either a d-bag from our trips or-"

"Shut up," I told him with a death glare. "That never happened. It's a coincidence that our friends died, and that dimensional trips are a bunch of bull."

"But you were just-"

"No! I was talking about games...yeah that's it!" I yelled at him. Some people were staring. I put on my hood and grabbed a manga. As I walked up to the cashier I threw it down. "This one-"

I noticed it was a game called 'Hyperdimension Neptunia: Rebirth;1' was on the desk. I didn't grab a manga, it was a book. I paid for it and walked out, but David stopped me.

"I know you don't want to acknowledge it...but at least be careful," he told me, putting a hand on my shoulder, "Ok Michael?"

I nodded to show that I was paying attention before I started walking away. I could feel a grin coming up to my face.

"Marko!" I yelled.

"Polo!" He yelled back instantaneously. "Dang it!"

Later

I was almost to school. Now ready to beat up someone who tried jumping me, I was on guard and paranoid. I looked to my left and right, not seeing anyone who was suspicious, or in a condition to fight in general. Most of the people in my town were old hags or chicks who were buff as all hell. I mean for fuck's sake, why is every damn woman around here so god damn buff!?

"Excuse-"

"OH SHIT!" I yelled, turning a front flip into a roll and quickly turning around. "God damn it, man! Have your parents taught you a damn thing!? Christ…"

"You have quite the reflexes...but a potty mouth. NO matter, language is not a factor," the man said. This douche bag looked like a rare hunter or some gay ass evil wizard cosplay. Yeah, I swear a lot, not like that'll change for some chick or anything though, so don't get your hopes up!

Foreshadowing much?

"Shut up voice in my head-" I was about to say before I saw something. Instead of doing a flip, I jumped back, and good thing, as it ripped right through my clothes and cut my skin albeit barely. However I could feel how sharp the object was, and it will quite easily go through any bone on my body. I saw what looked like...a seven-foot scythe. The fuck? HOW IN THE HELL IS HE ABLE TO LEFT THAT PIECE OF SHIT!? Not to mention how fast! Even if I were to move in and try to catch it, with his speed would either cut me in half or change trajectory before hitting me.

"Oh well, not much of a choice now do I? Fuck it, imma whoop yo ass!" I yelled. I ran forward, throwing two punches and went to kick him in the neck. All of these were a direct hit may I mind you, but during the whole time he reached for a knife and swung. However unlike before it hit my neck, causing severe pain, and causing me to black out almost immediately...only a few words were left.

"Son of a bitch," I thought, "David wasn't bullshitting me after all..douche bag."

Chapter swear counter: 19 (His mouth will eventually be fixed...errr...potty trained.)

Wordcount: 1618

Michael's thoughts: "Why the hell is this section even here? I mean seriously...what the heck?"