Hyperdimension Neptunia

The Rising Darkness

*PS: I do not own anything in here except for my OCs*

Prologue

Brian lay on his bed, sighing as he stared at his ceiling; the whiteness of the ceiling was still there, despite the cobwebs that were beginning to spread across the place. His light-brown cowlick had started to grow thicker and longer as he could see it starting to creep nearer to his eyes. He looked over at his digital clock; it read 12:07 AM.

So much for getting to bed earlier, if that damn dragon hadn't appeared near Dawnstar then I would've at least gone to bed at around 11:55 PM.

Brian was referencing the Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim, one of his favourite RPGs of all time, he would usually spend hours at it before he realised that it was getting late. This wasn't the first time Brian had stayed up late; in fact his parents had silently accepted that fact and kept quiet about it.

Brian's relationship with his parents wasn't the best; he and his dad never saw eye to eye and thus would not hold a conversation with each other and apparently, according to Brian himself, they hadn't had a decent conversation for over eight years. His mother was a different matter, they managed to get along well enough but they also didn't see eye-to-eye much of the time as well. These issues seemed to come from the unsociable side of Brian. He lacked some social abilities, he wasn't quite fit, he hated human contact and his friends from high school would constantly annoy him to breaking point as his patience had waned over the last decade, causing him to have outbursts of anger attacks.

Games, books, animals, anime and manga is what kept him sane from the moment he was born to his current age. It wasn't the best background a 17 year old could have, but many others had worse.

Dressed in his black pyjamas with blue buttons he got off the bed and stood up straight, he measured around 6 feet (which was just a small reason why he was teased at school), he also had brown eyes and an expression that seemed to be a mix of frowning and glaring, as if he never smiled in his life. He walked across his room and arrived at what he called his 'Sword Podium'. There was just one sword there only, strapped to a wooden board that housed it, the sword was handmade and was a copy of a Roman Gladius. The gladius was around 2 feet tall but it wasn't sharp, which was something that Brian was quite relieved about.

While holding the sword he also found a book nearby, he picked it off the ground and looked at the title, it read 'A History of Rome'. Yes, he was a fanatic about Roman culture, architecture, military tactics and history. Grinning, he held onto the book and opened it, "Well, I suppose I can read a chapter or three."

As he turned around back to his bed he heard a strange sound coming from behind him, when he turned around he looked at his door and saw what astrologers would kill for; some type of tear in the fabric of space and time.

"A worm-hole?" Brian asked himself. "How's that possible? And why is it in my room? It should be in space, and why am I not panicking like a normal human?"

He didn't have much time to consider any answers though, the worm-hole began to get larger and swirl around even faster than before. "Um, why am I moving towards it?"

Indeed he was correct, he was moving towards the tear in space, much to his shock. "Damn this, I don't want to get in there, even if it is for science!"

Brian didn't have much choice in the matter as he felt his body being lifted up from the ground, and suddenly he was being sucked into the worm-hole. Realising that he couldn't do anything to stop it he said the only sane thing he could, "Oh come oooooooo…"