The wind roared overhead as the boy could feel himself entering terminal velocity towards the ground. At this height he would be dead within seconds, amidst all of this, the brunette could feel his legs going limp in terror. His voice locked up, too scared to output any sound as he just fell. His mind ran miles as his body began to clock out, the brunette felt his insides churning. The ground invited him flatly, mere feet now as he said his last prayers in his mind.

THUD

His voice squeaked, his body still limp, eyes wide open in abject horror only to go into shock. He was alive, the ground just inches from his nose. Chisaku was floating just above the dirt as if some force had been holding him there, only to let him go softly and fall two inches to the ground. "I... I'm alive?" His body responded, jolting him back up again. Taking in the surroundings, the boy pulled on his hoodie, the cloth making him feel safe and secure. "Gh..." His body seized up again, finally noticing that he was outside. The sun battered him heavily in the midst of a dirt plain, few trees coated the area sparingly. The information he had from the first glance pushed his mind again. 'Outside? This isn't Japan, doesn't look like it anyways. Uh...Doesn't look like the American lands from Google Earth...Where am I?' Chisaku reassessed his bearings, assuming that this wasn't anywhere familiar. 'DS, iPhone, chargers for both, charging case, portable battery, and... My clothes, I guess.' He sighed, it wasn't much but beggars couldn't be choosers. He finally stood, turning around to find-

"Hello."

"WAUGH!" Chisaku jumped back, distancing himself from the voice. Instinctively his flight mechanism was triggering but he didn't know where to flee to. "Wh-who are...you?" The boy sized up the figure before him. It was a woman, one taller than him by quite a bit while still maintaining a sort of hourglass figure. He noted the robes that looked like they came from a Final Fantasy game. They were some sort white Archmage robes, complete with a witch hat for her.

"It should not concern you who I am." The woman spoke, her voice thundered in Chisaku's head. But her mouth hadn't opened at all, she was communicating directly to his mind.

Chisaku was at a loss for words, his mind flustered from a lack of communication. 'Think, how would you talk to uh... Corda maybe?' The brunette boy took a deep breath, imagining the phone screen in front of him.

"Corda, she is one of your online friends, no?"

The train of thought once again departed, dropping into an endless chasm. Chisaku stared in almost horror at the woman, she could read his mind and even knew who his online friends were. "H-How..." His voice squeaked embarrassingly.

The stoic smile became a wide smirk, an all-knowing and teasing smirk as the voice began to thunder once again. "Tsuchiya Chisaku, highschool dropout due to societal pressures. After losing his parents he has been living with his aunt and cousin under the pretense as a family that loved him dearly, but they could never break his shell once he moved in." The woman drew slightly closer, sadistically enjoying the fear in the eyes of the boy. "After transferring to a new school half way through the school year, Chisaku was isolated, becoming the target of bullying for being the odd one out. Soon he was harassed inside and outside of school, and shut himself into the one place he could hide and not feel any pain."

"Stop it..." Chisaku gripped his hoodie, pulling at the somewhat stretchable fabric. He swallowed his fears, trying not to think about the pressures that pushed down on him. "I'm not... That weak..."

"The boy that society could not accept for being weak. The society that the boy could not accept for being too sporadic." The Archmage outstretched her hand, a small cube materializing itself before Chisaku. "I have brought you into this world. This world of data. Where anything, and everything, can be overwritten."

"Any...thing?"

"Do I have your interest now, boy?" The voice began to soften, no longer the menacing explosion that resonated within. It was now a more elegant, an almost motherly tone. The Archmage now opened her mouth, no longer using telepathy to communicate with Chisaku. "This Cube is a magical Mcguffin, you don't need to know what it does for now." She smiled softly, handing it to the boy. "If you truly do not care for your world, crush it in your hand." The Archmage waved her hand.

"Wha-?" The world began to spin, the colors distorted to white as if the ending of a dream. "Wait, you still never told me your name! Or where this is, or anything!" Chisaku reached out, his vision beginning to blur as if he were waking up.

"My name is %$#*&^_. We will meet again."

Chisaku reached his hand out as his vision cleared again, the light from his monitor greeting him with a jammed finger and pain. His mind clocked back into reality, he fell asleep playing video games and saw a dream that was just escapism. 'It's not real. It's not real... I'm back in my room.' His heartbeat began to slow, his breathing was noticeably calm despite the situation. The boy felt a lump in his jacket's pocket. "What the...?" There it was, it was not a dream, the cube was there.

The golden not-Rubix cube Mcguffin of whatever that would begin this story's self-aware adventure.