Day 1: Bored of your everyday life? How about you get off your high horse and write yourself a cheesy self-insert fanfiction of you and your best friend(s) in your favorite piece of media (book, movie, tv show, etc.)? Give it a happy ending because everyone deserves one of those!

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I looked down at the package in my hands, nearly shaking in anticipation. It was my last birthday present from my mom. It arrived about two weeks late for whatever reason, but I'm simply glad it just finally showed up. I didn't even know what was inside- I knew it was a video game. My mom refused to tell me anything else about it.

I hauled ass to get back inside, kick off my shoes, and scramble up the stairs to my room. I closed the door behind me, locating my laptop underneath a pile of clothes I had yet to put away. I yanked it free of the pile, which only toppled over from the force of movement underneath it, and set the device on my desk. It didn't take very long to boot up.

I began to inspect the cold package I previously tossed onto the desk. It was a habit of mine to always look at the address and such on packages before opening them.

There was no sending address on the package. I flipped it over and over, continuously inspecting it, yet it was nowhere to be found.

I shrugged and ripped through the plastic along the top regardless.

I was met with another package that resembled a folded-over paper lunch bag. I ripped that open along the top as well and pulled out the disk cover. There were still no indication of what game this was. The case was plain with a plastic black backing, which I found odd. Games always have a special cover with the hero or villain on the front- what kind of game did my mom get for me?

I popped the case open and carefully grabbed the disk from it. I inspected it even further. It was blank as well, which didn't surprise me too much, but a chain of numbers were scrawled onto it with blank ink:

19. 2. 21. 18. 2.

What does that even mean?

Whatever. It probably wasn't even that important. I opened the disk holder on the side of my computer and prepared to pop in the game when I felt a sudden cold breeze on my shoulder. I shuddered hard enough to effectively drop the disk onto the floor. Ah, great.

I bent down to retrieve the disk when I swore I heard someone- or something -make the slightest noise near the window. I yelped in surprise as my gaze met somebody's shoes.

"Don't you dare even think about playing that game," my eyes traveled upwards. I noted all of the red they were wearing, "that game is gonna' fuck you up in ways you wouldn't believe," the symbol on their shirt was quite intriguing and I swear I've seen it somewhere before, "and me sayin' that is certainly something."

I finally found my gaze resting on eyes hidden behind a pair of shades.

"Wh-" I began to speak, sitting upright and straightening out my back. This wasn't real. Am I asleep? Is this a dream? The boy in front of me smirked, leaning one shoulder against the wall. "I know, you're surprised. Dave fucking Strider just appeared in your bedroom warning you about some game you received out of nowhere." He spoke with a thick Southern accent. Huh. This was definitely a dream.

Apparently I didn't say anything, because the next thing I knew I was being yanked out of my seat by my shirt collar. I made an awkward "eep" noise as I felt my lower back press against the edge of my desk. Without letting go of my collar, Dave spoke again. "This is real. And I'm telling you not to play that game."

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