A/N: Thank you all so much for even considering to read this. I mean seriously ! 36 of you have seen this lackluster attempt at a vaguely interesting story and gave it the time of day. Some of you even followed and favourited it. I am terribly sorry for the time it takes to make these chapters, and I'm also sorry for how short the chapters are. The chapters are short because there isn't much to put at the start, also the spacing makes sense to me. Unfortunately school and what little I have left of a social life takes away free time to write this. Please review and give advice, since this is the first story I'm posting. Now enough of my incoherent babbling, you came here for a story, not an essay!
Everything is owned by Rooster Teeth.
Yet again he was falling. Although, this time only for a moment. The orientation of his fall was corrected after a second, due to gravity being perpendicular to his fall. This caused him to fall flat on his face onto a bleak white floor. After taking a moment to recover he started to take note of his surroundings. He was in a simple white room no smaller than an average school classroom. There was nothing in the room and because of that it felt cold and dead. As he started to get up he heard a voice.
"Hello, welcome to New life: the game that will take you anywhere. To start, please enter a fictional universe." It said in a flat, vaguely female voice.
"What?" He said, confused as to what was happening.
"Please enter a fictional universe to begin." They repeated.
"Wait, you can hear me?" He questioned, wondering if the message was automatic or not.
"Yes, I can hear you. Now please enter a fictional universe." She responded, almost sounding annoyed.
'Well this is getting interesting.' he thought as he finally finished getting his bearings. He noticed something that wasn't in the room previously: a small, floating text box with 'universe:' preceding it.
"So what's actually happening?" He asked, trying to work out what was going on.
"You have been chosen to be apart of an experiment to do with flinging people through time and space to see what happens when normal people go into different universes." She replied flatly.
"But we haven't invented the technology capable of doing that yet!" He stated.
"The people doing these experiments are not from your universe, but rather another." She said.
"Oh." He said, feeling unsettled by this. "Wait, you said any fictional universe, right?"
"Yes."
"Does RWBY count?"
"Yes, and by that I assume you want that one, do you want me to enter that for you?"
"Ok, if you could I'd appreciate it."
"I don't need your appreciation, but I will anyway."
"Thanks!", he said that as the text box disappeared, only to be replaced by an all too familiar figure standing in front of him. Text boxes and sliders materialised next to it soon after. He was rather unsettled, seeing himself in full 3D in front of him. But something was off, something wasn't right, his eyes had no life in them. However, he didn't give those thoughts the time of day, because what he saw before him was possibly the most advanced and detailed character editor he'd ever seen. He immediately started messing with the controls, moving sliders and checking boxes. He soon found out that you could type into a text box and get a drop down list of anything related to your search, which was especially helpful for clothes. He also found that you could alter the things you pick from the drop downs after picking them, changing material, style, and colour.
Eventually, after close to an hour, he finished his avatar. He was of small, almost frail build, only just reaching 5'1". His face was narrow and androgynous, his eyebrows being the only thing to suggest his gender since they were slightly bushy. His hair was long, going down to the bottom of his shoulder blades. Said hair was a shiny dark grey, almost black in some places, with a deep purple streak in the right side. His eyes were a lighter, royal purple. He wore a dull dark purple hoodie with a graphite zip and trim which he wore with the hood down. Underneath he has a simple gray T-shirt. He also had a pair of black fingerless leather gloves that didn't go past his wrists. On his lower half he had black tracksuit trousers with royal purple parallel stripes on both legs. These were accompanied by black steel cap trainers with purple soles and laces.
"Are you done?" Asked the woman.
"I think so, yes." He replied.
"In that case, you need to enter a name." She stated.
"Can it be my original?" He enquired.
"No." She said simply.
"Oh, ok, then let me think."
"Fine."
He thought for a good 15 minutes before coming up with something, but once hi did, he just rolled with it.
"Amaranthus Graphite." He proclaimed.
"Really, you sound like a Roman gladiator." She said, sounding like she was trying to roll her eyes with her voice.
"Well it has to be colour related."
"Whatever, just walk through the gateway."
Again, the room altered its contents, but this time it was a lot more dramatic. Amaranthus' statue cracked and split into shards of glass that started to swirl and hover in a circle. The fractured portrait started to glow a familiar blue, but also started sending jolts of lightning been each other, and all of this happened while the fractures split and fractured to dust, becoming a never-ending, spinning fractal of electrical bullshit.
"Well that's both beautiful and fucking terrifying!" He shouted over the noise this satanic Bayblade of murder-fuck was generating.
"It's not dangerous, it just looks it." The woman calmly reassured.
"It looks like Thor just took an interdimensional shit through an angry Satan vortex."
"What an … interesting way with words." She said, almost laughing at his flat, crude sense of humour.
"Anyway, is this the way to my 'New life'." he said, slowly tiring of this bland white room he was in, now wishing he didn't spend almost an hour making himself look cool.
"Yes, it is. Please step through the portal of fractaling narcissism to arrive at your desired location." She said with a metaphorical smirk on her face.
"I'm not a narcissist." he mumbled under his breath, pouting slightly at the remark. "I guess this is goodbye. It was nice knowing you." He said, raising his voice back up to normal speaking level.
"To be honest, i enjoyed this as well, goodbye." She said with a nonexistent smile. And with that, he stepped through the portal.
