BANG! You woke up, startled and with your head hitting the table. You groan, rubbing the sore spot and thank yourself for not wearing your glasses. You can feel the intense heat generating from your laptop, a sure sign that you should turn it off soon.
Staring at the bright screen, you can't help feeling that something was… off. You never slept in front of your computer (well, except that one time you got sucked into another dimension, but that's another story). You don't feel tired but rather energetic, you could a hundred jumping jacks and not break a sweat. Did you manage to hypnotize yourself to take a power nap? That seemed like a reasonable explanation.
You prop a hand under your chin. Your elbow slides and looking down, you find a newspaper clipping. Huh? What was this doing here? You don't read the news! Maybe it's for a school project that had somehow slipped from your mind? You proceed to examine it:
"Absolutely Nothing is Happening!
Today is a spectacularly uneventful day. "
…What the hell? How are you suppose to work on this?! Just what exactly came to your mind to pick up this piece of garbage? How does this even qualify as news? There could be something amazing happening, like some crazy video company creating a game that could destroy the Earth using meteors!
Pff, yeah, like that will ever happen. But seriously, this is some shitty news.
Something flashes in your computer screen, grabbing your attention away from the piece of paper. Seemed that your Pesterchum program was open. A seed of hope was planted in your heart. For the very first time, someone was contacting you! Maybe your bug doesn't exist anymore?
You open the window and read the message.
… Scratching session? Timeline reset before entry? Last sequence?
Your head begins to ache so you reach for your glasses and straighten your back. You consider closing the chat window but curiosity compelled you to go forward.
Oh there it is, curiosity and dedication kept you and your teammates safe. You're not sure if this is meant as a complement or just screwing you over. You're not exactly a people-person so whoever your "teammates" were, you aren't going to contact them. It would probably make the situation awkward.
"…you will be unable to contact us-"
No! You can't just have your bug fixed and then have some random pester go to waste!
MM: Hello?
System: Message delivery failed. Username not found.
MM: Look, just answer me!
System: Message delivery failed. Username not found.
MM: Uuurgh.
There's nothing you can do. Great, just great. Looks like you're going to spend a loooong time trying to fix that stupid bug again if you still want people to contact you. Deciding against wasting time, you close the window and shut down the computer. Internet time is over and it was time to spend another day at your absolute normal life.
You reach over to the side of the chair to grab your crutches. You freeze halfway when you notice that your cast on your left leg was gone. You touch it, making sure you aren't hallucinating.
When did your leg heal?
Author's note: Time for a little disclaimer! There were most of the bolded sentences were originally from SBARG and I do not claim them as my own.
And a little note: It's not over yet.