Authors note: Anyways, before this story starts i would like to ask that you drop some constructive criticism in the comments, this is my first story and i want to improve.

On to the story:

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svanoa re wux zyak jaunus wer ripples shilta pok jacioniv?

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Norway, small town in the countryside 2017

Fir o tjue kråkaa, sitt på en madrass, ennå en villl sitja men de e ikke plass!

The radio sang, filling the otherwise boring environment of the small office with a catchy melody that got promptly interrupted by a shout coming from outside the door.

"Turn that off, we aren't supposed to listen to music in working hours!" A cry came from outside the office. Jens was roused by the cry from his thoughts and hurried to the end of his desk to turn off the radio.

"Stop breaking the rules." The voice continued and its source entered the room. Anders was his name, he strutted in showing himself off. " Why can't you understand that rules are there for a reason? I have no idea why they let you be a manager but clearly that was a bad decision." He explained, situating himself on top of Jens desk, crossing his feet. " Look, i'll give you one more chance to follow the rules, but one more slip and I'm taking this straight to the higher ups, got that?"

" crystal." Jens replied, failing to hide his aversion towards Anders by busying himself with work.

"Well then, I leave you to your duties."

"God, what an asshole!" Jens let out when he was sure Anders had left the area. Jens hated him and wanted to punch the ever living crap out of him, and he would have, if he wasn't afraid. 'If Anders ever takes his complaints higher up then I might loose my job!' he thought. "But If I ever get fired then the first thing i'd like to do is punch him in the face" and with that, and went back to work.

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After Anders had gone he turned the music back on, but now plugging in his earphones so no one would hear it. With Anders gone he had taken notice that the time was rapidly approaching the end of his shift, in fact only fifteen minutes were left of his shift this day. Wanting to forget about the meeting with Anders and try to enjoy the rest of his birthday in peace he turned on the radio again and let time do its thing.

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The road home felt longer than it was, it could be blamed on his mood being down in the pits what with Anders gripes earlier that day and it stretching the road into infinity. But more likely the reason was the knee deep snow and not his mood. Fortunately for him his apartment complex was coming up in the distance and so was his solution for the problems of today.

He, together with five other people lived in the only complete apartment complex in town. The mayor had wanted to build more, and had a construction team lay the foundation for the other complexes due to the city board predicting a rise in population. That rise never came and that coupled with the fact that the first building never filled up left the city's edge littered with dozens of flat areas and unfilled building frames since the 1980's. Although as a silver lining the unfilled building frames served as a prime playing ground for children in the summer.

But when winter came the empty floors of the buildings became too slippery and the parents didn't allow their kids to go there after the first accident had happened on them. And so, when Jens was walking through the abandoned building lots, straight to his home he had no one to witness his moodiness.

His neighbours had also seemed to retreat into their homes for the evening and no one could be seen on the stairs either. Despite this, he felt way better when he stepped within the confines of the complex, the familiar smell rushing into his nose like a mild breeze.

'I remember when I used to play hide and seek with the other children here on christmas, every family would host a shared celebration and let the children run wild in the building.' He thought. No matter how bad his mood was after work, his home never failed to cheer him up.

Snapping back to present time he took five minutes to shake off the snow from his clothes and then sprinted up the stairs with a renewed vigor and entered his home.

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sia svihelen tepohaic seilor udoka, driak-ihi ekess nomeno nadot, coi geou ti loreat. wer nadot shilta ti loreat.

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Before his mind could fully register the four figures standing in the hallway his ears were assaulted by a giant:

"SURPRISE!"

The sound scared him straight down to the floor. " Look i told you mommy, Jens would get scared." the daughter of Enya, the widow the floor under shouted while pointing at Jens and laughing. Soon the son of the fisherman, Fredrik, joined the other kid and sang with her;

"scaredycat, scaredycat, Jens is a scaredycat."

"Now now children, you should apologize to Jens, that wasn't very nice of you." The widow said to the kids, scolding them and causing the kids to put their heads down in shame.

"There's no need Enya, they are just children having fun, it's harmless". Jens picked himself up from the floor, coming back to his senses and noticing that the entrance to his apartment had been decorated by balloons and a banner saying: "Happy birthday Jens!".

Despite his hallway usually being bland with only a picture of a lemon, hung up by his parents when they were over to spice things up, the decorations put up by his neighbours really turned the place on it's feet.

"Matters not, I will not have my child grow up to be a bully, now little miss, will you apologize?" After the kids apologized Jens let his neighbours kids go and went with the others to celebrate his unexpected birthday party.

On their way through the apartment a question popped into Jens' mind 'Wait, how did they manage to get into my home?' He didn't want to ask the question at first, 'my neighbours have thrown me a party and now I am going to complain?' He thought. He tried to drop it but the thought didn't leave him. Right as they were about to go into the living room he strained his voice and asked the question.

The second the words left his mouth the others froze. For a second they looked at each other, both unwilling to answer the question.

Finally, the silence was broken by Enya:" Go on, tell him how you did it." Shifting the weight on Fredrik she stared at him, along with jens who had now regretted asking the question and was starting to cringe internally from the awkwardness hoping Fredrik would simply apologize so they could be on their way.

After trying and failing to form a sentence Fredrik answered: "Well, you know how you lent me your car some days ago?" Jens nodded, remembering the event taking place a couple of days back. " Well, I didn't actually need the car, but I thought that you had some spare keys to your house in the car. Look, Jens, if you are going to be mad at me, that's fine but don't be mad at Enya I just wanted to throw a surprise party for you and dragged her into it." He confessed.

"Look, i'm not mad at you, but i am still a little disappointed that you would do this without telling me. If you ever want to throw me a party again, please let me know in advance and i will just give you the keys." They looked significantly relieved at Jens forgiving them.

"Thank you Jens, now I assure you the surprise waiting for you in the living room will not come with any strings attached, after all, I was the one responsible for it." Enya clapped her hands together and led him into the living room.

And when Jens entered the room surprised he was. For the table had a huge cake on it. Two hands were laid on his shoulder, "Happy birthday" His neighbours said.

"You are the best neighbours a guy could wish for, thank you!" Jens rushed to the table, all but forgetting the prior conversation.

The party was over in an hour, and consisted of nothing but him and his neighbours eating cake and talking. Despite that, it was the best hour he had this day. His neighbours kind act towards him alleviated all the weight he had on his mind from his day at work. Unfortunately the party couldn't last forever and his Neighbours excused themselves and went home, leaving Jens to himself.

After he had cleaned the table he decided to continue to celebrate his birthday in private by playing some of his favourite games from his childhood. Putting the last dish into the old dishwasher his parents had gifted him 10 years ago he went into his bedroom where he had his pc.

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shar svabol sjek coi tiric?

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"Die, you piece of shit cliffracer, yea how do you like them fireballs!?" He fired off yet another spell, right now he was deeply engaged into that what brought him no shortage of joy, killing cliffracers by the hundreds with overpowered magic spells.

Seven hours had passed since he started playing and midnight was fastly approaching. Jens took video games more seriously than he took life, which was easily seen by the sheer vigor with which he massacred, in his own words "Smug little sanctuary hoarding assholes." or cliff racers as they are known to the casual elder scrolls player.

"Abracadabr.." before the full word and the mouse click that followed were complete his stomach cried out with a high rumble. Jens tried to ignore the rumble for a minute but then it came back, but this time too, Jens ignored it. After the eleventh time the stomach managed to persuade Jens and with a defeated look he paused the game and went back to the kitchen to take a slice of the cake.

Returning with the cake, barely eating it, he rushed towards the table and continued his battle with the hordes of hell. The annoying sound came again and to satisfy it Jens took a big piece of cake in order to shut it up.

Only for it to lodge itself stuck in his neck. It took about five seconds before Jens realised that he was suffocating and by then the cake had already fully covered his windpipe. Falling down from his chair in panic all he could do was trash about his floor as he tried to choke the cake up from his neck. But all that did was use up what little air he had left.

One last thing flashed by in Jens mind as he fell down into darkness "I.. died?" The laugh of the cliff racers accompanied his soul into the depths of oblivion.

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Two streams, endlessly circling each other, One of death and one of light extending into infinity. As they were about to meet for yet another time a light entered them.

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Being shaken awake from the darkness I wasn't given a single second before my nerves were assaulted by pain.' Oh god why is there flesh all around me, why can't I breathe? Why am I alive? Oh god what happened to my arms, my head, my house?'.

I tried to open my eyes and see what was around me but when I tried it was as if they were glued shut and even when I managed to squint open an eye for a second it was invaded by foreign flesh and burned. Trying to breathe in air didn't do anything as both my nostrils were clogged. 'Oh god, get me out of here!' I tried to scream but instead all that came out was a muffled grunt and a strange liquid poured into my open mouth.

Lucky for me my prayers were answered and I could feel something pushing me out.

Unfortunately it seems that whatever stuck me in here wants to get some extra enjoyment from me being tormented as I see no other reason as to why I was being pushed out so slowly. After what felt like an hour, I was no closer to being pushed out, hope deflated, I resigned myself to my fate and cried on the inside, as crying with my eyes would burn them.

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Waking myself up from the pain I noticed something that gave me back my hope, a bit of wind landed on the top of my head. With a newfound hope I started to fight towards the opening.

'My body feels really weird, like it had been shrunk.' My body was beginning to cool down from the air coming from the opening but it still felt unbelievably damp. 'Wait a second, the flesh, the small body the dampness… OH GOD' I realized what was happening right now and lay paralyzed by the discovery. My mind wasn't left to ponder it for long though as in that moment I was fully pushed out and a pair of giant arms took me.

'Who turned the cooler on?' the drop in temperature was as abrupt as a cliff, but still a welcoming change from the tight and damp hell that I had just been in. The instant I was in the air and had coughed out the liquid I could feel metal brush against my stomach, after a jolt of pain something fell down from my stomach.

Words hit my ear, bringing me slowly back to my senses. Focusing back on the world around me I could feel someone hold me, with my senses fully back to me I heard my first words in this place.

"Congratulations lady Isabelle, It's a girl!"

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Legends say you can still hear the wail echoing in the halls of the nursery.

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hak mobi ui thric charis!