I had no idea how I got here. The moment I opened my eyes I found myself sitting on a desk with stacks of paper strewn on the wooden floors. A soft groan came from a fallen chair. I gasped, hopping off the desk and rushed to the man lying on the floor.
"Oh my are you hurt?" I asked with concern, helping the man up by the hand. That was when I noticed that my hands looked fairer than his and smaller too.
Still rubbing the side of his head the man managed to open his eyes. I sighed, relieved that he wasn't severely injured. However I would like to know where I am.
"Hey mister how I got here or where am I?" I requested whilst looking around then I noticed a single bed by the wall. I turned back to him and found that he was still staring at me wide-eyed. I blinked.
"Hey are you-" Without warning a pair of hands held my waist and head as I was pulled into an embrace. Stiffened in shock I pushed him away.
"Mister w-what are you doing?" I cried with my cheeks flushed red. However he didn't say a word. He was just staring at me in awe which was starting to creep me out. Also the silence was starting to make me extremely uncomfortable.
I looked down at the floor and found a piece of paper under my foot. I picked it up. On it was a story of group of people in an alternate technologically advance world. Oddly enough my name was in it. Neecho.
"You're.. You're Neecho aren't you?" The man asked. I nodded.
"Is your favourite food waffles with whip cream and chocolate syrup?" He asked. How does he know that?
"Yes why?" I asked with my head cocked to the side.
"One sec." He ran out of the room and slammed the door behind him. But that didn't stop the yelling of joy from reaching my ears. I had no idea what he was celebrating about or maybe my appearance had made him crazy.
While he was still out of the room, I decided to help him clean up a little. His bedroom was a mess despite its small and easily maintainable size. There were empty sweet wrappers lying around amongst the paper. Picking them up, I threw them into a paper bin under his desk. At the corner of my eye I spotted a wrapper under his bed, I reached under it and found out there were other things down there.
Curious of what it could be, I pulled out what looked like a magazine with a women in a bikini. There were no dust on it either so it must be recent. Perhaps he has a girlfriend and was trying to find what girls like to wear. Maybe I could help out with that. I began to flip the pages and my blood froze.
"I can't believe you're real and in my bedroom!" I jumped at the voice of the devil standing by the door. I spun around and flashed a cheerful smile as I hid the magazine behind my back. As he continued to ramble in excitement, I slid the magazine down my back and onto the floor where I kicked it back under the bed.
"It's getting late," the man said with stifled a yawn. "You can have my bed for tonight."
No thanks I rather sleep on the floor!
So what did you think of the story? Ever had an OC that you created that you really like? Do share how it would be like for you if your OC actually appeared in front of you. I look forward to reading your comments.