"chapter 1 "
It's a rainy night thunder raging in the background, but on a certain house, a teenager is giggling to himself while writing down his 'master' plan on making a worm CYOA worm fanfic to get some internet points and to also inflate his ego
"Let's see, let's see, Right Worm CYOA v4 It Is then, It's easy to understand and ostrich of straight forward"
He muttered to himself while reading the list
"Scenario… Gestation, that's a starting 15 Cp (character points) and 15 Sp (shard points), Path is Rouge, don't want to pay for a civilian identity and I can be a badass mercenary If I need some cash... Now onto the Origin, Insert, Male, of course, I can change my gender if I want later, and age is Teenager don't wanna be an oldie just yet"
He muttered to himself as he began writing his starting list, he stopped and looked into it to acknowledge his shitty handwriting before resuming on writing
"Civilian Identity is gonna be a Highschooler, probably join Arcadia and visit Winslow from time to time and 'accidentally' meet Taylor first then Sophia second, and probably fuck both of them… Costume, I'll just go with a simple bodysuit, and that's -1 Cp… "
He stopped again and looked into his not so done list yet, muttering 'I should probably make him have a shitty personality ' he then got back into writing again while still thinking of the possibilities that would make people think my SI is crazy, lovely, or hateful, maybe all of the above at the same time
"Now for the skills, -5 cp cuz I'm definitely taking marksmanship, -1 and -2 cp for the banter and parkour, that leaves me with 6 Cp left, damn. Shard is gonna be a Natural Trigger +3 Cp, for the flaws I'll take 3 rough start's +6cp (2cp each), also 3 worst days ever's +6cp and +3sp (2cp and 1sp each), Enbringer target +3cp and +4sp cuz why shouldn't I make my SIs life more and more like hell? And to top it all of with a cherry on top Slaughterhouse 9 +4cp +2sp to probably get recruited"
He started yawning before taking a sip of his coffee, he's not gonna get a single ounce of sleep tonight, Not until he finishes his CYOA, It's probably bad for a 14-year-old drinking coffee and still awake this late but who the fuck cares?
"I now have 25 Cp and 24 sp, neet, now for some of them juicy perks, I'll take power slot -1 sp cuz who doesn't want an extra power slot to an already existing 3? A second trigger for a single power of my choosing -4cp -3sp, some plot convenience -1cp, a secret lair -2cp I mean who doesn't want one? And a voice in my head - 2sp I want to communicate with my shard just for funsies, and ofc blind spot -3cp -4sp"
He yawned again taking another sip of his coffee, muttering 'I keep on sipping this instant coffee shit and it still ain't helping with me, not tryna sleep'
"Now for the gift, It's gonna be the 'Interludes' one, I mean, who doesn't want to read about the reaction of other people when you sleep? Now for the powers, I have 4 slots and I can upgrade 1 single power cuz of the second trigger perk with my 14 Sp I'll see what I can get… Let's get a shaker power 'pocket room' -1sp a SI gotta need an inventory if ya know what I mean"
He yawned again but at a much higher intensity, it was 2:00 Am when he started, It's already 3:12, he just drank a mouthful of coffee before continuing
"Let's go for a trump power called Paramount, Getting any power on the list that's not a trump and is worth 7 points or less is OP as hell, -10sp Ima second trigger that I can get the second Trigger of the power I choose, the 15-minute cooldown of the power is nothing compared to how OP this shit is"
He kept muttering to himself sounding crazy as hell while taking another mouthful of coffee, he looked at the mug and sighed as it was almost empty, 'just a bit more and I'll finish filling it out' he mumbled
"I have 3 Sp left so let's use this wisely, -2 for a thinker power called presence cuz I need awareness of the shit that's around me in a radius of 25 meters for 2 sp is an okay deal for it, and a blaster power called Infinite ammo for -1 sp, infinite ammo on anything that uses projectiles is also an op power... Think of the possibilitys, hehe hehe hehe"
He creepily giggled to himself and yawned again, drinking another mouthful of coffee, emptying the cup, 'just in time, I was about to finish' he muttered before noticing his eyesight going darker just a little bit before continuing
"Now for the path specific, I'll go with public Display for the main job, and as a side gig, I'll go with Product sales and bodyguard duty. For the perks *Yawn* I'll go with Thriving Business -3cps, Subordinates -3cp, Act of neutrality -3cp, and Corporation -3cp I now only have 3 cp left… I mean, a 14 year old with a business, some subordinates and a godamn corporation with a secret base sounds funny to me... I'll take investigation and Hacking on the skills tab… *Yawn"
He keeps yawning as his vision suddenly gotten blurry, he started panicking, looking left and right but his vision was still blurry as hell, you started to feel dizzy, you slowly started to fall, trying to grab the armchair of the said chair but before you could even do so…
He fell closing his eyes as he started falling unconscious, he was scared, screaming for help, he cried, still screaming before just accepting his fate, not before hearing his mom screaming and his dad opening his door, bad sadly, they were too late
He just closed his eye, waiting for the inevitable, but it didn't come, all he felt is wind, smell trash, and dead animals, and he can hear the sounds of cars passing by, someone snoring.