This reality I'm living in currently is supposed to be like everyone who's reading this. Dull student's life, endless pile of schoolwork, deadlines of projects to meet, your country's government that you think is screwy is actually a hell lot better compared to the other parts of the world. Friends who are not friends, and part-time work that gives pennies for wages and the output is liken to a farmer that plough the field with a buffalo in China.
Like I said, reality. And it's supposed to suck.
But this doesn't explain one fact. Chibis exist.
Ya, those Chibis. Not the Japanese translation of 'little' or 'small' or 'child', you get my drift. Chibis are not supposed to exist. They only existed in the minds of writers and animators that want them to be real in this reality. But that didn't do me much of a favor for the real encounter.
Hmm, where should I begin this?
It all started after reading a particular author's story, in a particular fanfiction in the internet. I'm stressed between deadlines of three major projects that will make or break my life as a college student of a private insituation. Feeling at my wit's end, I've decided to chill out by read some fictional stories. With a large bowl of ice-cream, mint flavored with chocolate chips, I sat in front of one of the three computers that is occupied in my rental home.
After reading to the latest chapter of the installment, I felt more relaxed. Finishing the ice-cream just hits the spot of pure selfish indulgence. Staring at the webpage longingly, I reluctantly closed the site. Then I began typing my report, which is still blank, that will be due in two day's time. Ya, I'm the type that like to keep the work to the last minute then panicked over the lack of time. I got a friend to lie through his teeth to my employers that I'm too sick to turn up for work so that I could finish my report. But I got to produce evidence of my 'sickness' to claim medical leave pay. Bribing my doctor does work, for me only, especially if he's known you since diaper stage.
After finishing only a third of the report, I've decided I had enough and quit. Shutting the computer, I hit the sack for a short nap. That took four hours approximately. When I woke up, the incomplete report beckons be to be done with it. I booted another computer for my online gaming, and started my slippery road down to bedlam. By the way, did I mention that it's 6am in the morning?
Since I plugged my earphones to the PC, it took me a long while to actually notice something wasn't right in my world. As I was contemplating at the extremely slow pace my character is leveling up, a movement caught the corner of my eyes. I turned to look. Nothing. Thinking I must be hallucinating due to lack to sleep and stress, I ignored it and continue my gaming.
However, that movement occurred again and this time, I know I'm fully awake, due to the creature that is trying to kill my character. I stopped my game and logged out completely. I spotted the movement near the computer that I used for my report typing, so I walked over to check if there is any roaches or lizards. What I discover under my piles of paper is none of the above.
A pair of round, chocolate eyes looking at me from the cover of his hiding place. How do I know it's a he? Simple, that thing has the same eye color of one of my favorite manga that I'm collecting. At first, I though, 'Hang on, I don't recall buying any plushie recently, and all of my stuffed dolls don't have brown eyes.' I lifted the top and that little human gave a shriek and dashed off to another place to hide, scattering my papers all over the floor.
"No, that is not what I think it is…" my mind went from puzzlement to complete halt.
The sound of whimpering and nearly to tears expression stated that it's all too true.
Not giving up in convincing myself, I went the dressing table and grab a comb. The tip is sharp. I dragged the tip across my forearm, forcefully and quickly, leaving a trail of red welt behind it. The pain was intense, but if this is reality and I'm still seeing that Chibi after this torture, then the claims of there is an alternate world, and all creative people got their ideas and inspiration from that space is all true.
Little Sena is still there, now a lot less terrified of me and looked at me with puzzlement.
I can only utter one word.
"Fuck."
