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The hum of a laptop slowly heating up, the slight squeaking of an old overhead fan, the click-clacking of a keyboard with occasional clicking of a mouse, and with the muffled sounds of music playing from headphones filled a somewhat small room. A boy who was slightly overweight sat in a old chair that squeaked every time he leaned back as his gaze locked on the screen of the laptop he played a game on.

The boy's name was Wilhelm Widmaier. He was 12 years old, but grew up with the internet being a major influence so he did not have the complete maturity of a 12 year old because he understood many things a 12 year old from 20 or even 10 years ago wouldn't even be able to, all because the collective technology of the world had progressed so quickly.

Wilhelm didn't know if he was 'normal', of course that 'normal' being a 12 year old who was an occasional troublemaker and liked to say that girls had "cooties" which definitely didn't happen as much as it sounded by his logic if technology had become so accessible, even to him who was born into a lower than average salary family.

Of course he loved his family, or at least he thinks so, but he doesn't really know since for some strange reason his emotions had started to dull lately in the last couple years... maybe he just wasn't getting enough sleep or maybe it was puberty, he reasoned with himself but for all he knew he could be some kind of alien from a world called AssWiPe who had his memories erased. Also, of course being a child who wasn't shielded at all unlike some other children, he had a sort of nihilistic point of view. Of course it wasn't a pure nihilistic point of view since he wasn't all mopey about it, instead it was kind of like the opposite of YOLO.

It was more like NAAM, or in words, nothing at all matters, since he knew, or at least thought this as the most likely path of events taking place, that nothing was forever, and that even the universe itself had an end, even if it wasn't for a very, very, long time. He means, that although it would be cool to live until the end of everything and see everything happen, he doesn't really care that much. But if it did happen then that would be, cool?...

Of course this all stems from his belief that literally everything and anything is possible with equal chances with other things alike. Even though he was raised christian, he still believed in the possibility that possibly every single deity, god, folklore, myth, and anything humanity has thought of or hasn't thought of is real in some way or another. But he still firmly believed that God of biblical text is real since why wouldn't there be some kind being that had omnipotence and existed at one point or another or even presently, that just wouldn't make sense to him, but there was still a possibility.

A non-important point to point out is that there were so many GODDAMN INCONSISTENCIES IN HIS DAMN THOUGHT PROCESS, and he knew this, but he just thinks to himself when he thinks of how weird his thinking was that there was again, a possibility that the brain just wasn't efficient and advanced enough to actually understand paradoxes, since there was most likely another race of beings that could actually manipulate the concepts of paradoxes.

Although at this point, you must realize that at the base of all of his beliefs was a foundation of philosophy that believed in possibility, that there was always gonna be something possible, but then again, there was a possibility that nothing was possible, even though that was disproved so many damn times he didn't care because he just liked being himself.

Wilhelm really liked being human, he liked having emotions, he liked being able to think like this, and he just liked everything even though he hate some things at the same time, he hated being sad but he loved it at the same time.

Wilhelm was just like that, he was just both incredibly optimistic and incredibly pessimistic at the same times, because that's who he liked to be, a person that could enjoy everything.

Wilhelm leaned back with the squeak of his chair but froze when a voice suspiciously sounding like Google Translate overran his mind.

Possibility: Chair breaks and Wilhelm Widmaier falls out of his chair and hits the back of his head on the bottom step of his bunk bed but doesn't get knocked out.

Wilhelm raised an eye brow in confusion, but sharply gasped when he felt his chair jolt as the sound of something snapping sounded out, before seemingly the hydraulics in his chair failing as the seat quickly slammed down onto it's lowest level. He saw the world blurring around him as his back suddenly felt weightless, and his body weight very quickly shifting towards his top before gritting his teeth as both the deafening sound of his skull hitting something vibrated into his ears, and the extreme dull pain moving in waves from the back of his head clouding his mind in confusion, shock, and pain. He grunted loudly as he couldn't find any words to encompass his basic leveled feelings.

'BUT IT DOESN'T END THERE!' Wilhelm's imagination taunted him when he felt the rate of his chair sliding out from under him rapidly increasing as the space between his chin and chest also rapidly decreased before he felt the weightlessness dramatically increase as he heard the wheels of his chair lifting from the ground and he hit his carpeted floor with a loud THUD, or at least it was to him. Wilhelm waited a bit with his eyes closed just waiting for something else to happen but exhaled in relief when nothing else happened.

"Fucking hell. What the fuck just happened, zoinks... aaagh." Wilhelm murmured in agony as the dull pain beat the ever living shit out of the back of his head in repeatedly, like a guy hitting a bass drum with the hammer from a kirby game, but resized to fit with a 6 foot guy rippling with fucking muscles the size of a couch and was possibly inhuman from the gray skin...is that foreshadowing he has just thought of? I mean, it's possible...

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Wilhelm opened his eyes and realized that his head was laying under his bed so he squeezed the under grip of the chair arm and pushed it down, the arm of the chair dragging across the carpeted floor, before the limit of how low he could push the arm down signaled with a click and he rolled out of his fallen chair, his ear grazing across the top of the underside of his be. He hissed as a sting of pain rippled through his head when his ear clipped what felt like the sharp point of a nail.

Wilhelm rolled onto his front(stomach cuz I got a fat stomach) and pushed himself across the floor out from under the bed and got up slowly as the thumping pain in the back of his head and slight dizziness persuaded him not to take things too quickly. He pulled his chair back up but when he let go of the back(the part that holds your back up) it flopped down, flat. He only sighed before pulling the chair, sideways, under his desk and held up the back before stepping around his chair and out into the hallway. The floorboards creaking under his weight as they normally do.

Wilhelm sighed when he stepped into the bathroom since he started to feel a liquid thicker than water drip from his ear, but widened his eyes when he felt that same liquid also drip down the spot where his hair started to fade into his neck. His mind ignored the fact he had to close the cupboard that hung above his sink when he should've remembered that the last time he was in the bathroom he had closed it before leaving and that the same robotic voice sounded out again with another "Possibility". Somehow, his mind also ignored the fact that the shower curtain was closed when it was open the last time he was inside the bathroom.

Wilhelm's face sagged when he saw in that mirror that the tip of his ear was bleeding as it hummed in pain,(don't know how else to express that) and it somehow sagged even more when he ripped a piece of toilet paper and dabbed the nape of his neck before looking at the toilet paper and saw a splotch of blood in the center of it. Wilhelm just sighed as he ripped more pieces of toilet paper and tried to clean up the blood, get more toilet paper to put cold water on and place on his wounds, then take them off before getting some cotton balls and dousing them with hydrogen peroxide and dabbing the most painful spot on the back of his head and the cut on his ear.

He hissed in pain as the burning sensation of the peroxide fizzing on and inside the cut on his hear and the wound on the back of his head was very very clear and made him furrow his eyebrows and narrow his eyes. He grabbed a plain white box that was on the top of the shelf and opened it revealing band aids of different designs, before grabbing a sponge bob themed band aid and looking at in while remembering all the other times he had cut himself or hurt himself only to take the wrapping off and then placing it on the cut on his ear, pressing it and tightly wrapping it over the cut.

Wilhelm did the same with the wound on the back of his head, but with multiple band aids since he didn't have a gauze or anything like that but winced every time he had to pull his hair down as to not get his hair stuck under the band aid.

'What time is it?' Wilhelm suddenly thought to himself but sighed once again when he reached down into his pockets and didn't feel his phone. He was already walking out of the bathroom to look for it in his room but stopped when he heard the muffled ding of his phone sound out from the bathroom, so he turned around and saw it tucked under a towel. With a slight grin he walked back into the bathroom and slipped it out from under the towel and pressed one of the side buttons and the screen lit up dimly(since he didn't really like the screen to be bright) before reading the time off as, "1:37 AM".

"!" Wilhelm's eyes widened like a bug when he heard clothing rubbing against cloth from in front of him. Slowly he looked up towards the closed shower curtain and the two facts he had subconsciously ignored earlier came rushing in like a jail guard busting through the door of the warden's office yelling, "SOME PRISONERS ARE ATTEMPTING TO ESCAPE!". Suddenly, all of his senses had heightened as he felt a newfound energy coursing through his body and he quickly recognized it as adrenaline while his heart beat's thumping deafened him.

His blood ran cold while his eyes narrowed and he calmed his breathing before it could even pick up as he thought of many possibilities as to what was happening, and most of them told him that someone was there and he had to get out with his phone before closing it and calling the police. So he tried not to alert presumably anyone who was in there with him by acting like he didn't notice anything so whoever it was didn't try to do anything.

"I guess that was just a bird or something." Wilhelm said with a fake but very authentic sounding relaxed tone as he turned around and took a step towards the door, but his gut screamed at him that something was wrong and he had to get out. So he followed his gut instinct even if it didn't have any proof, and slammed his metaphorical foot on the metaphorical car that was his body and put all the effort he could into pulling himself out of the bathroom, with the doorway, with his right hand, while pulling on the door handle with his left hand and kicking off the ground in his tilted forward position effectively springing him through the doorway and slamming the door behind him as he heard the shower curtain get quickly crumpled up on whatever side as the sounds of boots hitting the tiled floor made him put even more effort on pulling the door and keeping it closed.

Wilhelm took a sharp breath through his clenched teeth as the sudden extreme motion and the force put on his limbs along with his overweight body hit him but he held on as the adrenaline quickly pushed all the pain he had, including from the back of his head and ear, into the back of his mind. His eyes focused on the handle as his hands trembled, putting as much force into his grip on the handle as his spread out legs got positions on the doorway. Fear broke through his mental barricades as the handle jiggled and a sudden force pulled on the door making him lean forward a bit.

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"KID! OPEN THIS FUCKING DOOR!" Wilhelm struggled with pulling the door even more as he heard a deep and obviously stranger's voice. Fear ran through his body when he saw the door creak open a bit, obviously the man behind the door was stronger than he was if he could put his whole body into keeping the door closed yet still slowly but surely open the door. But he had a small wave of relief cover him when he saw the man's fingers creep around the door as he finally had something to do other than just pull.

Wilhelm had a very lopsided and crooked grin on his face when he started slamming his left foot, which was wearing a slipper that had a hard underside thankfully, on the man's tough and big looking fingers which resulted in the man letting go of the door and door handle with a loud and pained grunt as Wilhelm gratefully slammed the door back into place. But his blood ran as cold as ice when he heard the robotic voice that he still hasn't had the time to think about.

Possibility: Intruder with extreme anger issues pulls out gun and starts shooting.

Before Wilhelm could even think of any escapes or ways out of this mess, a blinding pain surged from his left hand as he felt the skin burn a bit as his ears were deafened by a very loud BANG-ing sound. His instincts started and he let go as his whole mind was set on "GET AWAY!" before fumbling to his feet as the searing pain from his left hand overcame his adrenaline.

Fear...

Wilhelm had never felt so much of this kind of fear as before, and he absentmindedly thought to himself, 'Maybe my emotions weren't as dulled as I thought.' but didn't notice that the crooked smile was still ingrained on his face and if someone was looking at his eyes, they would've noticed that they had a glint of excitement and amusement with a bit of actual insanity. The only other time he had this kind of fear, was when he was 8, and realized how vulnerable he was, how susceptible to pain he was, and how easy to die it was for him, which shaped his YOLO's to NAAM's.

Wilhelm's slippers could barely stay on his feet as he ran through the small short hallway that held the door to the bathroom, his room, and his parents' room. 'Ah fucking dammit, of all the times I had to be home alone.' Wilhelm absentmindedly thought as he ran through the now silent and painful world he inhabited. He could feel the floorboards under his feet shaking and he knew the man was behind him and his mind went blank when for a second he his hearing had come back but only to hear the sounds of the man's boots hitting the wood of the floorboards, cloth rubbing against cloth, his heartbeat thumping in his ears, and the single sound of a click.

Wilhelm ducked expecting the man to aim for his head and he was correct when again he was again, deafened by the sound of a very loud,

BANG!

-ing sound followed by the door to his parents' room gaining a single hole that he absentmindedly thought was, 'I think I could probably only my pinkie.'-sized along with a stinging sensation surging from his right shoulder. Wilhelm clipped his left shoulder on the side of the cabinet right beside the entrance to the living room, making it jiggle a bit, before falling only to quickly get up as he ran to the already open door and out into the outside, which he now realized was now still dark out which made sense now that he thought about it and was also raining which only made him think, 'What the fuck, why do my death gotta be so fucking dramatic!?'.

Of course he got wet, and of course it was cold, since it was September, and both were made worse as he was only running in black slippers with no socks on, no pants and only red boxer briefs, and no sweater or coat with only a pink long sleeved shirt on because he liked pink.

Before Wilhelm's hearing could come back, as he was running across the green and well cut green grass yard towards the neighbor's home, he felt something impact his back and with the full force of his overweight-but-still-quick-body pulled down by gravity he hit the ground. His lost his breath when the force of the impact slammed the air out of his lungs. A pain surged from his back and chest, and he knew, that he was going to die.

"I's fuggin' col'." Wilhelm slurred under his breath, but he couldn't even hear himself. The coldness was only getting colder and he was getting real sleepy. Wilhelm laid on the soft grass as he got sleepier and sleepier while also getting colder and colder. Wilhelm couldn't even feel the pain from before, but half of his vision suddenly went out as the rest of his vision suddenly blurred when he felt something hit him, but it didn't hurt, before it stilled on the dark sky, sometimes blurring as he felt some kind liquid landing on his eye and smudging his vision before he realized it was the rain.

'I mean, they came, but I didn't call them.' Wilhelm sluggishly thought to himself when he saw red and blue flashing across the sky and reflecting off the rain droplets as they dropped around him and on him. He saw a flash reflect off the rain and the his vision started to blur when he saw two people who looked like police officers appear out of nowhere as they quickly dropped next to him, probably trying to help him.

Wilhelm was just calm as a clam, or whatever his tired mind tried to think of. 'Jeez, today is so weird, like it was orchestrated... oh wait, the robotic voice that kept saying "possibility". This actually is probably made to kill me... did I get killed by a god? Deity? Demonic Spirit? I don't know, so I'll just roll with it.' Wilhelm thought to himself as he saw everything stop, the rain droplets stopping mid-air, the policemen froze, and the flashing reflecting off the droplets stayed red.

Possibility: Wilhelm Widmaier dies and reincarnates into a fantasy world as a/an ?.

'Wut.' Was Wilhelm Widmaier's last thought as before tendrils made of pitch black darkness and also stars of different colors and sizes littered all over said pitch black darkness rapidly crept into his vision until he could only see the stars that littered the dark tendrils.