Sometimes things don't quite work out the way you expect, some times the lord works in mysterious ways and we can find beauty in the most inconspicuous of places. Even when the depths are all around us and we are swallowed into the murky abyss, aid will come to those who ask.
The thing is Chris wasn't cast into the depths. Chris was in a bunker right now. A bunker well supplied with any thing one might need to survive the apocalypse. It had food, ammunition, and piles and piles of loli rape doujinshi.
Chris had never seen anything like it before. This place must have had enough supplies to last a hundred years, and yet it only had one bunk bed.
Sitting cross-legged victoriously on top of said bunk bed was the only reason Chris was still alive. As well as the reason why he might not see his family for a long, long time.
She gave a little half smile and beckoned him forward. He stayed right were he bloody well was.
"You can ask me any thing you like", she offered.
"Oh, that's good. Because I was really wondering about all of the-"
"Anything but that", she amended.
"Okay . . . could you tell me about the Holy Grail war then"
"Seven servant's, seven masters, one winner. The winner gets one wish. The servant's are historical figures and the masters are supposed to be mages. But this is not that grail war. Something has gone terribly, terribly wrong"
"Wrong how?"
"First off we're not mages. Second off, all the recent major Holy Grail wars have taken place in Japan. The exception is a botched attempt that took place in California, which is probably how the idiots who are throwing this one got their idea"
"Wait a second, if we're masters then where are our servants?"
"Avenger, show yourself", she screamed.
A large man wearing a nineteenth centaury suit appeared, His beard was pretty nice.
She then crossed her arms and said, "I've shown you mine, now you show me yours"
Chris twiddled his thumbs nervously.
"You don't have one, do you?"
He nodded.
"Well, this is gonna suck.", she mumbled.
"Any ways, you should get some sleep. If you'd like I could snuggle with you to keep you warm"
He didn't like where this was going.
"My snuggles are simply to die for", she informed him with a wolfish grin on her face.
He really didn't like where this is going.
"I'm fine thanks", he blurted out.
"Oh, okay. Good night then.", she said dejectedly.
She then laid her head upon her pillow fell asleep. Shortly after Chris went to bed as well. It was pretty hard falling asleep with a big dude staring out you and a slasher in the bunk above you, but he some how managed it.
Chris woke up in the middle of the night. Some one was in his bunk. With her arms wrapped around him in a death grip, this was not good.
Chris woke up again several hours later. She was gone. Before Chris could thank his good fortune he noticed something rather odd. The servant who was staring at him all night was gone as well. What could this mean? Then a tentacle came out from underneath Chris's bed. History was about to repeat itself.
For the second time this week, Chris woke up covered in . . . something.
Yet some how it was different this time. Something about it was, special. As of this morning he was now thirteen years old.