In a rundown apartment building on the verge of abandonment, you can find a gaunt figure sat in the corner a rusted kitchen knife clutched in it's clearly shaking hands.
*CRASH*
"Come out you little shit!"
Suddenly the sounds of something heavy breaking echoed from another room in the apartment causing hidden figure to jump as they clutched the knife closer.
"Fuck what do I do"
Cursing as moon light streamed in the figure was revealed to be a man in his early 20s, his figured scared and beaten his eyes although a lovely shade of grey was sunken and hollow, grime covered his body and clothes which looked worn and used on the his small emancipated form.
'I have to find a way out'
Thinking this the man stood up doing his best to be silent as he attempted to slink his way over to the only window of the room as he took a peak out.
'2nd floor shit, Im to weak to walk off a fall like that'
Thinking this the man looked around for any other way to escape something that came in the form of a rusted fire escape, the only issue being is that the walk way connecting his window to it seeming to be missing as if had probably long ago fallen away, though the gap did look jumpable it wasn't quite a guarantee with the man's current body.
*BAM*
Sadly for the man he didn't get much time to think as heavy strike on the door quickly whittled at the man's options.
"Open the door bastard! If you wont sell this shitty building then I will! WITH YOUR DAMN CORPSE AS A BONUS PACKAGE"
Hearing the scream the man for a moment clenched his jaw anger for a second almost clouding his judgment as the voice of his so called uncle echoed through the door but was quickly as the anger rose a cold reminder soon came.
*BANG*
A gunshot shattered a large piece of the already decayed wooden door.
'Shit'
Returning to the desperate panick that previously pervaded his form the man used the knife to quickly knock out the remaining pecies of glass in the window as he did his best to climb out.
*Bang*
"Bring your ass back here, Mug"
Another shot echoed this one completely shattering the remaining parts of the door as tall man came storming in the room Luckily a step to late as the man now identified as Mug leapt to the fire escape.
'Thank God I made it'
Grabbing on to the railing of the rusted fire escape Mug felt his heart lighten as he attempted to pull himself up quickly.
*CREAK*
Sadly as if to mock him the railing he held bent drastically soon breaking off as he plummeted to the dumpster below his landing marked by the loud squelching noise of bag of garbage that broke his fall.
"Lucky shit"
Seeing Mug land in the dumpster the man cursed as he fired his gun down at the sprawled out Mug who although disoriented, scrambled to get out of the dumpster.
"FUCK LUCK HIT YO SHOTS"
Screaming this Mug ducked behind the dumpster 2 more shots firing from the man's gun which due to its shit quality only pinged against the side of it.
'I'm safe for now, if he wants to come down he would need to take the stairs meaning I can run away safely.'
Thinking this Mug relaxed as the events that led up his current circumstance floated to mind.
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(Scene Change)
*3 hours ago*
*Mug Pov*
*knock knock*
'Who the hell knock at a time like this?'
Sitting up in my bed I quickly dragged myself to put on a pair of lilo and stitch pajama pants the knocking sound continuing as I did so much to my annoyance.
*knock knock*
"Mother Fucker wait!"
Screaming this as I entered the living room, I took a peak at my phone noting the fact that who ever was banging on my door was doing so at 2:20 in the fucking morning.
'I got shit to do today, this better be good'
Thinking this I attempted to look through the peep hole of my apartment but all I got was picth blackness as something blocked it view.
'This aint good'
Thinking this I stepped away from the door knowing better than to open the door.
"Yo who's there?"
Speaking to who ever was on the other side of the door I walked away to grab the metal bat sitting next to living room tv.
"Its me.... Daisy"
Freezing my grip on the bat loosened as I paused for a moment my gaze wondering back to the door.
"Can you please let me in?"
Placing the bat back down I walked back to the door but I didn't open it and instead spoke my voice tired.
"Daisy... please leave"
Attempting to look out the peep hole again I was met by darkness as Daisy's voice echoed again through the door.
"Come on Micheal, please talk to me I said i'm sorry"
'The fuck you are!'
That was my first thought at Daisy aka my ex girlfriends words but not letting this thought out I finally sighed as I relented and opened.
"Daisy, Get the hell ou-"
Speaking slowly as I opened the door I was quickly cut off as silver glint flashed as a knife snaked it's way into my stomach.
"Aaaaaah"
Screaming in pain as I collapsed to the floor hands cupped over the knife wound that began to bleed profusely staining the carpet below.
"Im sorry Micheal"
Speaking quietly, daisy entered my apartment as she calmly walked in closing the door behind her as she moved passed my writhing form and turned on a nearby lamp illuminating the dim apartment and revealing her form.
Daisy was a petite women standing at a short 5'2, her black hair was in a messy ponytail that went well with her crazed purple eyes that jumped around in nervousness, she wore tight black jeans, oversized black hoodie and some no name brand sport shoes.
"You crazy bitch"
Letting out a curse as I held my wound I attempted to drag myself to safety but was stopped daisy who walked over and delivered a powerful kick to my face disorienting me as I rolled to my back a Groan escaping as daisy took this chance to straddle.
"Aaaaaaah"
I felt a deep pulse of pain as she sat upon my stomach wound causing me to let out a guttural scream which soon was silenced as I watched daisy raise her knife and bring it down.
She stabbed me once
Then twice
Then a fifth time
And 20 more times after that
Worst part was I was still alive and aware enough to see what came next.
"Now we will meet in the next life"
Standing up her hoodie soaked in my blood I watched as she raised the blade to her own throat and with no pause slit her own throat!
'This is so fucking stupid'
That was my final thought as daisy body fell atop my own her mesmerizing purple eyes locked with mines as darkness took me.
...
...
..
Suddenly as quickly as the darkness took me I felt my senses return as booming music pounded my ears and a egregious smell entered my nose.
"Fuck is going on?"
Yelling this as I sat up from the ground I was disoriented as neon green lights shone brightly from the ceiling above.
"Fuck my eyes"
Closing my eyes I held my head a sick feeling washing over me as I adjusted to the shinning lights.
'Is this a club?'
Looking around I found myself at booth near a balcony over which a dance floor filled with people can be seen each of them moving there bodies to the music as the lights pulsed irregularly.
"Fuck is this vomit"
Feeling a wet feeling on my shirt I looked down to fine dark brown bile covering the worn blue sweater that I now wore much to my disgust as I quickly removed the sweater throwing it to the ground.
"Didn't I die?"
Lifting up the dirty white tank top I was relieved to find no stab wounds but I was just as horrified to find my body which was although not on the tone side was now sunken and looked extremely starved and weathered.
"Oh God"
Whispering this to myself I stumbled abit, but after a deep breath which ended in a small gag due to the rancid smell of the club that clog my nostril I calmed down.
'Atleast i'm still alive'
Thinking positively, I looked around soon finding that the booth I was previously laying next had what seemed to be a wallet and weird looking phone buried under bottles of alcohol.
'Lets have a look'
Grabbing the weird looking phone I was overjoyed to find it was unlocked and after abit of fiddling I was able to open up the camera allowing me to look at myself.
'Wow I look rough'
On the screen there was a scruffy man his hair overgrown and uncared for, his face or the little I could see through the scruffy beard was riddled with scars and bruises, his lips dry and chapped, his eye a Solemn grey that reminded one of a Dead fish with how unfocused and cloudy they looked.
Next I looked inside the wallet only to be severely surprised as instead of cash their was a variety different colored chips with numbers on them which altogether added up to about 213.
'Well thats not good'
Taking out one of the larger chips I observed it's transculcent blue surface that had a large '50' printed on it, which I then placed back in my wallet from which I then pulled out a metallic ID.
'What kind of fucking name is Mug'
That was the first thing I noticed on the ID and to say I was pissed about my new legal name would be a understatement, but getting passed that I read the rest of the info on the ID.
[Name: Mug]
[Age: 22]
[Height: 5'11]
[DOB: 10/10/2321]
[Gender: M]
[Adress: **** **** ****]
[Class 5 Citzen]
'Okay atleast I know where I live now'
Deciding to leave the club I began to search for a exit eventually stumbling to the main entrance, but just when I was about to open the door to leave stepped in my path stopping me.
"Valued Customer....Mug you have a tab of...105 credits, please pay before exiting the establishment"
A robot stepped in my path its body covered in different shades of neon green paint that contrasted drastically with the machines neon red optics which made it even more intimidating as it leveraged a large looking shotgun.
"..."
I didnf argue with the machine as I took out 105 credits and handed it the machine that after taking it stepped aside allowing me to leave the club and exit onto the bustling streets outside, my assumption of a new world all but confirmed now.
'Just started my new life and already down half my cash'
Thinking this as I observed the area around me I knew easily I wasn't in the best parts of what ever city I found myself in, something that the guy shooting up a couple feet away from me made pretty clear.
'Now where is **** street'
Asking myself this I tried to pull up a navigation app on my phone only to freeze as a hand was placed on my shoulder causing me to jump abit as turned to see a heavy set man standing there smiling.
"Hey Mug, hows it been?"
'Who is this?'
Observing the man who wore a poorly made toupee and a cheap dirty bussiness suit I quickly came to the conclusion that he can not be trusted a fact made even clearer by his next question.
"I hear your considering selling your building and I think you should go through my services"
Wrapping his arm around my shoulder I felt like I was being forced along as we walked down the street off to where? I didn't know.
"Reel, how many times do I tell you im not selling the building"
Unconsciously I spoke the words naturally leaving my mouth as memories I didn't recognized floated up filling in the blanks about this man named reel.
'So he's my uncle?'
Observing the man who obviously wasn't to happy with my answer I could feel his grip tighten as he suppressed the clear sneer of annoyance spreading on his face.
"Come on Mug, listen to your uncle, just sell that old thing and buy us our tickets to 4th class citizenship"
For some reason the mans words grated on me as I pushed his arm from my shoulder and began to walk away as more memories slowly turn the unfamiliar surroundings into something familiar.
'Theif, Murderer, Ganger'
Hell even the way I looked at the people moving down the street changed as at a glance I could read them like a open book.
'Nice try kid'
Avoiding a kid who tried to bump into me I continued walking home the memories of this body having settled in.
"Come on nephew we can finally escape this hell hole! we can finally live better!"
Quickly following behind me reel was persistent as he continued to try and convince me of something he previously had failed to do to the previous bodies owner due to one simple fact.
"Then why dont you cash in your business and get out of here?"
My question was sharp as I knew the greedy bastard just wanted to ride my cash to 4th class citizenship something that wasn't simply a change of a number on you id.
It represented your status, your opportunities, where you allowed to go and what jobs and positions you can fill a system created and run by companies for companies.
'This world sucks'
That's all I could think as I arrived at a rundown apartment building, which like any other apartment building in the area was covered in graffiti and had plenty of smashed windows and if something wasn't rotting it was rusted.
"Home sweet home"
Saying this aloud I entered the building reel who had previously been following me having disappeared half way here clearly frustrated.
"Gotta love this pecie of shit"
Reviewing Mugs memories I could feel his affection for this run down building previously owned by his late parents and it was now transmitting to me something I should probably be more worried about but for now I was okay as I rode the barely working elevator to the top floor where my apartment was located.
'Not half bad'
Stepping into the apartment I found it to be quite nice and considering areas average living conditions I was thankful to find I had atleast a laptop.
'Maybe this isnt so bad'
Sitting on the couch and taking in my new life as Mug I sighed as my mind wondered bakc to my death and for moment I could feel like I was back on the floor bleeding out but as quickly as the feeling came it disappeared as somone knocked on the door.
'Huh who is that?'
Walking over to my laptop I pulled up the camera feed of the building something the previous Mug had set up due to fear of squatters.
'Huh is that uncle?'
At the door was my uncle reel but what caught my attention was the rusty shotgun clutched in hand.
"Shit"
....
-present-
The rest was history and now I was crouched behind a dumpster listening to my uncle yell profanities occasionally firing a few shots in his anger.
"Keep shooting! Maybe it might work! dumbass"
Screaming the first part I leaned bored against the dumpster.
[Ding]
'Huh?'
Suddenly a noise echoed catching NY attention as I turned to the side noticing floating red exclamation point.
'Am I going crazy'
Rubbing my eyes I found thr exclamation didn't disappear and instead grew brighter as it pulsed with a low red light.
'maybe I should click it'
Thinking this I raised my hand and clicked on the exclamation point causing a pitch black screen to appear as bloody red words began to appear upon it.
[Welcome to the Table Top System]
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Damn this is a fat chapter
Anyways Don't know who will read this because right now it does not have any tags or synopsis but glad you get to see me trying to find something to do in boredom.