Chapter 1- Prolog
Crack... Croc
There is cracks of chips in the background and sounds of chewing. The back light of the monitor highlighted his spectacled face. His fat face looks pale not receiving much natural light through out the years. He is 39 now, soon turning 40.
He had a name but he felt that didn't matter now. When he had fallen into the abyss? he didn't remember, but slowly he started going out less, kind of a quiet quitting. He was not bullied, he had no great trauma but quietly it all started to feel meaningless, the friendships and everything else. His parents had made enough for him to survive, food and basic survival was not his worries but quietly he chose to quit life itself the virtual started to feel more real to him than the so called reality. His parents tried to push him out; they called psychologists and psychiatrists; the meds only helped to put him more weight. Slowly the friends stopped calling, parents mirrored his apathy.
Time became a whirlwind for him, the stories forming to become a substitute reality. He dreamed them at night he became the characters but it started to feel less. But what was less is more than what was called real.
His parents blamed themselves for their only son becoming a shut in they thought they did something wrong. But their only wrong was providing him stability. Without realizing it they died quite young. He was annoyed he had to go out to the funeral. "He really is a bastard", he thought with a smile while chewing the oddly tasting chips.
As he was chewing his last snacks he felt his chest tighten. He was surprised. There should have been no pain, it promised a quick and painless death then why?...
He fell down from his chair.
The back light now illuminated the green coated chips.
He crawled forward towards his phone and he desperately remembered he had a name. He is just .....,a human like any other with the instinct of any other life form. To survive. ... .But he realised the phone is on the table where the anime is playing. Maybe if he had been a few pounds lighter he may had a chance. He tried to shout to activate voice assistant or anything but only wheezing air came out of his mouth. He looked towards the monitor, there it was his favourite anime playing. He wanted to see the majestic look of Madara for one last time as he fought the Shinobi Alliance but what he saw was Rasa getting sealed by Gaara....
"What a waste..." he muttered and closed his eyes.