== Be Yuugi
You glare forcefully at the ceiling, directing all of your negative feelings towards it. You swear that maybe, just maybe, the ceiling shrinks away from you in fear. It's the middle of the week, and the only reason you aren't at school is because you're a little behind on your packing. It's barely October, and so you don't feel particularly pressured over missing a few days since it's still pretty close to the beginning of the year. Your room is cramped with boxes, many of them half filled or just barely containing an item or two. Moving sucks, and so does leaving behind all your friends and all senses of familiarity. As a way to get your mind off of such depressing thoughts, you click open a new tab (even though you already have enough open) and type in the URL that leads to what may possibly be the worst site ever. Procrastination is uncharacteristic of you, and you only ever really indulge such behavior on rare occasion. Normally you are as efficient in managing how to spend your time as every other average high school student. However, you simply want to distract yourself from your current situation. You're moving states, schools, houses. So much fun, you think sarcastically. You aren't even that sarcastic, but the occasion seems to call for it. You seem to be out of character, but you feel justified.
Anyway, your name is Yuugi Mutou. You are a sophomore at a stereotypical high school, and soon, you'll be a sophomore at an even more stereotypical high school. Your best friend is Anzu Mazaki, a friendly girl with short brown hair and beautiful cerulean eyes. She actually introduced you to this website, and you can't help but be thankful that she's given you something to waste your time on. You are vertically challenged, only reaching about five foot two. Your hair is a little bit different, but that's more genetics than anything else. There's a significant lack of anything that really gives away anything about your interests currently in sight. Your name is Yuugi Mutou, and today, you are going to meet someone whose chances of meeting you in real life are one in six billion.
Br/k
Having gotten onto Omegle, you choose to ask a question- what? What do you mean you never decided that? Of course you did; I just told you to do so. Don't sass me, girl. For a second you aren't sure what to ask and settle on something Pokemon based, just for the hell of it. And, because Pokemon is the shit. You raise your brows in surprised amusement, though, realistically you should have been expecting vulgarities to be exchanged, even if the topic was Pokemon. It isn't really amusing, just shocking that people can be so awful to each other based off of one little thing. Like, how can someone call a completely faceless stranger a fatass, pulling the insult from a discussion over a children's game franchise? The ridiculous nature of human kind should have deterred you from continuing your quest for distraction, but you decide to converse with a total stranger anyway. You anticipate horrible endings to this encounter. Possible endings include, and are not limited to: weird people with fetishes; creepy old men trying for nudes; insult wars like the one you just witnessed; and horny Australians. You briefly wonder which outcome is more likely when you connect with your conversational partner.
You: Hello
Stranger: Hi there stranger from my nightmare
You: Oh god how did you know it was me
Well, that's a fairly promising beginning to the conversation. As it continues, you briefly touch on the subject of peanut butter, multicolored hair (which the stranger found amazing), and rainbow fish. A barrage of silliness later, you've all but exhausted all facets of conversation topics, and you feel like you could keep talking to Yami (you exchanged basic information like first names a while ago; you both decided that having grandparents name you was a terrible idea) for hours more. You decide to keep that to yourself though as your internet buddy informs you of the fact that his laptop is about to die, and he needs to exit the conversation. You say your goodbyes, exchanging contact information (he said he wanted to keep talking to you-you didn't almost have a heart attack from genuine shock), and close the screen. A sigh ghosts your lips as you close your laptop and flop onto your bed.
Without anything to distract you, your previous thoughts about your move push their way to the surface of your mind, like the most bothersome weeds in the history of bothersome weeds. You feel extremely worried, and wonder what kinds of people will be at your new school; if you will keep in touch with Anzu; if you'll somehow make a terrible first impression. There was a period of your adolescence that you regret, and, years later, it still haunts you as you remember how you must have come off at first. At least you always have Grandpa and Anzu. They'll always accept your choices. It's a comforting thought that constantly pops up when you feel self conscious or anxious about things. You aren't quite ready to sleep, but your eyelids grow heavy. Your final thoughts as you drift off are of your new faceless acquaintance, and the possibilities of potential social disaster at a new school.
You fall asleep, trying your hardest to imagine what Yami looks like.
