Alright, so this is my first story in a long time. Attempting a self insert.
Depending on feedback, possibly a lot more to come. Without feedback? Probably a lot more to come.
Either way I hope you fuckin' love it, read, review, and stay sharp my butterknives.
"Alright, see you later then!" The boy shouted back up the stairs as he walked outside. He closed the door behind him and decided to start jogging home - he only lived around ten minutes away. He'd just been round at David's playing FIFA, but it was almost ten and he wanted to get home, he had school in the morning. When he was almost halfway home, it began to rain.
Just what I need, he thought, even God is pissing on me today. He picked up his pace wanting to get home quicker, splashing through puddles, disturbing their peace. The rain dripped down his face, rolling off his eyelashes and joining its companions upon the damp floor. As he turned a corner, he ran through a pile of wet leaves, almost slipping, barely regaining his balance.
"That's about the only thing that's gone my way today…" The boy muttered as he continued running. He finally reached his house, drenched in a mixture of salty rainwater and even saltier sweat. He pulled the keys to the house out of his pocket, slipping them into the keyhole and twisting. He opened the door to an empty house, closing and locking it behind him.
Slipping off his wet shoes, and since he was alone, completely undressing himself, he tossed his clothes into the wash basket at the bottom of the stairs. Shower, he thought. By Odin's fuzzy black beard I need a shower.
He felt the warm, soothing water soak his body, taking away his aches and pains. The boy's name was Conor. Conor was sixteen years of age. He had short black hair, almost shaven, and hazel eyes. He stood at around five foot ten, and was of a medium build. He wasn't your typical nerd- more of a closet one. On the surface, he loved messing around, telling jokes, watching and playing sport… But at home, he'd rather read a good book, or play some Xbox. He turned the water off and stepped out of the shower, water dripping onto the floor as he did so.
He walked into his room drying himself off with a towel and checked the time. 10:15. That gave him some time to play some video games before bed. He quickly slipped on some boxers and decided on what he was going to play. As he browsed through his games, one particular title caught his eye.
Final Fantasy 7. He hadn't played it in almost a year. He plugged out his Xbox, replacing it with his old play station, and inserted the first disk. He sat in his computer chair when all of the sudden, he heard his ring tone. The rain outside began to get heavier, pattering away on Conor's window.
"At this rate we'll probably end up with a fuckin' flood or something…" He thought aloud.
He answered his phone, and whilst selecting new game with one hand, raised it to his ear.
A voice spoke faintly.
"Are you ready?" Conor heard a loud thunderclap, and jumped, startled. His TV screen went black. He raised the phone to his ear once again.
"Great," he groaned, "My TV just broke." The caller was just David, most likely trying to get him to come on Call of Duty.
"Well there's no point in me keeping you then! Good luck!" David laughed as he hung up.
Conor stood up and began inspecting the television. As he touched the screen, he felt a shock, and recoiled almost instantly
I should turn the plugs off and on, Conor thought. Easy one, works every time. He leant over to the plug socket and turned the plugs off. Before he could turn them back on, the screen turned as white as snow. He stared, confused.
"What kind of sorcery is this..?" He joked aloud. Before he could answer his own rhetorical question, he was hit with a sudden wave of pain. It felt like all of his nerves were on fire - and then, darkness.