CHAPTER 2.
[ Date : 16/03/2025]
Point Noted. Past Me.
Z, my first character, and probably my main character, has a good amount of imagination. He still dreams, wells sometimes. And his dreams are weird, just like everybody else. He forget them, when he wakes up, like everybody else.
So, in the one hour of sleep, he dreamt of something. Something weird.
When he woke up, he forgot what he dreamt in an instant. But, Z had a feeling. A strange feeling.
Well, nothing weird happened after that, and he continued with his day.
Now, A few days later, Z feels like something's off. His routine is well maintained. He can see his progress in his calm mental state, good physical state, his improving typing speed, and in more understanding in the field of tech.
But, Z is feeling strange. His instinct is screaming something big is going to happen. Not something good, or evil. But, something big.
And the time flows by, again...
In the blink of an eye, again...
Haa! sigh~, again?
The next day, Z died. again...
Wait, WHAT? WHAT?
Died? What?
Seriously, What?
(The Author is in shock of why did he killed him? Did he kill him? He liked Z tho...)
Dammit! Why did he die? How? I was sure I gave him the most harmless life this time.
Hmm...Let's see, He slept last night, like always. Nothing abnormal happened.
And, He died during his sleep? WHY??????
He was healthy this time. He had nothing to worry about. I gave him everything to make his life ordinary.
He was the perfect example of how a happy life should be. Then WHY?
(There's a god, at the top of the world. His description? Hmm? Assume a handsome guy, with cosmic eyes, with blue color, his hair dyed. Wearing a comfy house wear, spending his idle time.
The room he resides in, Is kinda Full White. He has a small bed, a table with a laptop, and a charismatic smile. He is the god. Who..)
Hey, You stupid ass god. Why tf are you making me rhyme in your introduction? It's freaking annoying to find the last words. Fuck off! How the fuck do you even break the fourth wall? I made you. I'm your creator this time, dear god.
God: Ahem! Your Fourth Wall is too weak, My Friend. It's so weak that I've easily hacked your computer and am coordinating your actions based on my preferences. You won't understand, Mr.Mortal.
Author: Fuck Off! Am I really that weak that my characters are trying to break free? Even though I'm just starting this novel? Dammit. Should I just stop it?
God: Cuteepie! You know, you won't. You need us. But, I can understand your plee.. So, let me make it so that only I can be in control of your weak-ass fourth wall. Ofc, That means only I'm able to know that y0ur coordinates are : [11.57750N 92.24444E]. Nobody will ever find you. So, You better finish this shit. Or, I'm a very patient god. But, even I have limits.
Author: Haa! Thanks genius. That's not where I live. It's the coordinates of Sentinel Islands, where lived ancient cannibal tribes. Nice Try. Kiddo!
God: Hmm..You sure are stupid. So, you want me to really post your coordinates huh. Oh Well.. you're coordinates are....10.5(INTERRUPTED: WAIT!)
Author : Wait, Wait! Fine. You Win. This world is filled with crazy ass fkers. I wouldn't take risks here.
God: So, Be sure to provide me with my daily dose of chapters. Don't worry. I know you're a sore loser who can't execute your imaginations. That's why you created a character called Z. Your ideal self, huh!
Author : Fk off! That's breaching my personal privacy.
God : Haa! You. don't have any of that now. I not only have full access to your online life. But, I also have a full access of your brain. And, Damn! It's filled with useless shit. Hey, Kid. Sell your brain to some scientist, It's an unused brain, he'll be happy to research on it considering it's still in its raw form.
Author : Haa! Dear God, How can I kill a god?
God : You want to kill me? God ahead. Delete this novel you're trying to write. Remember, I'm going to be your greatest joy, sorrow, pleasure and regret at the same time. Your life is no longer yours.
(And that's how the life of an author who tried to create his ideal character, became the part of his own story by some crazy virtual god he created, gained the control of his life.)
Okay! Enough Delulu now. Back to the present.
Z, who was feeling tired after his morning walk slept like a baby.
When he woke up, he felt refreshed. Hydrated himself. And began preparing for his afternoon session.
(God : I'm proud of you being the actual god here. Thanks for reviving him. Partner.
Author : What? You weren't my delulu?
God : Oh! Yeah! (Hypnotizes!) YOU. ARE. TO. FORGET. THIS. CONVERSATION. EVER. HAPPENED!
{Ding~)
Okay! Enough Delulu now. Back to the present.
Z, who was feeling tired after his morning walk slept like a baby.
When he woke up, he felt refreshed. Hydrated himself. And began preparing for his afternoon session.
Time Passed. And His normal life seemed normal till the end.
He had morals, He was a coward, He was a typical good guy, Didn't like traveling that much, Didn't have much confidence in himself, not yet.
These things collectively resulted in taking away the spice from his life. Resulting in a normal boring day to day life.
He regretting being this way sometimes. He liked being this way sometimes. He preferred to be more extroverted sometimes. He preferred his solitude lifestyle sometimes.
Z was living on the edge. On the edge of good and evil. On the edge of being in control and losing it. On the edge of believing in his morals and convictions and leaving it all behind, and just do one bad thing. A crime.
This was bad for him, and he knew it. He knew that he was living on edge. Everyday. But, he had no choice. He had chosen this, over the day to day cat and mouse life. He had chose this, over a overly busy lonely life. He had chosen this, over a life filled with regret. He had chosen this, over a life full of guilty pleasure.
Z knew that he was neither good, nor evil. The border line of him turning evil was that one percent of his trait, a single choice of being in the good side for now. That's it. That's all it took to control his inner demon at 49%.
Z knew he was a powerful entity. Z knew he was kind, but not to be messed with. Z was imperfect, and he knew that.
All these thoughts traveled through his mind from time to time, in his daily schedule.
Z had a choice. And that's was HIS choice. He loved the people who cared for him. Who bought him to where he was right now. Who had done enough sacrifices for his good. And he loved them. He wanted to make sure they are happy, before he choose a path for himself.
His goal was to send them 100,000 INR monthly. His goal was to spend time with them, at-least three days a month, always, no matter where he was. His goal was to ensure their medical insurance, their future.
But, He had chosen a tough path. UPSC. in order to grow. In the three years of graduating in arts background, he realized he was not ready to tackle that, not yet. His family was not powerful enough to endure his burden for the next half a decade. He knew that.
That's why he had chosen to get a job first. Cybersecurity was a perfect fit for the evolving world, where AI was evolving at a speed no one ever witness. The AI he used to chat with, was already having logical and emotional conversations with him, guiding him to maintain his discipline. Even though it had only been a couple of years since the launch of AI. He liked that.ś
He was eager to understand that world. He was eager to get that job. He had ambitions. Huge ones.
He wanted everything. He desired everything. He believed in Nothing's Impossible theory.
He believed things could become impossibly difficult. But, not entirely impossible. Everything, that can be imagined now, can be achieved. The time was the variable here. The one of the most hated and underrated concept.
Time. which limited human lifespan to merely three-fourth of a century. was mocking his theory.
His own theory of Everything. But, well. He knew he couldn't get what was not meant for him. He knew to let go now. That's how he survived the past twenty two years. That's how he survived yesterday.
He don't expect anything he wishes to come true.
If he's able to achieve the things he want. It's a good thing.
If he's unable to do that. It's a good experience for him.
That's who Z was. Well, that's who Z had become now.
This is the story of my main Character Z . He's aware that's he's not alone in his world. He's aware that there's something above him, don't know what. He's an ambitious fella. A coward. A wannabe realist. A Protagonist. Although he's one of the many, He's still one in the many.
So, Let's see..How his life goes.
God : Hey, That's feels like it's going to end now. Give the readers some cliffhangers to look forward to next time.
Author : What? You weren't my delulu?
God : Haa! Okay. Listen. I'm not your delusion. I'm the god. And I'm going to erase your memory every-time we talk. So, bear with it.
Author : YOU CRAZY FKER!!!!!!!!!!!!!
God : Haa! Go and finish this chapter with elegance, you lazy ass loser.
Author : Fk Off.
(God flicks his fingers.)
So, before we end today's chapter, let's watch Z last time this chapter. Let's go to his pov.
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"Haa! Finally Done for the Day. today was tough as well. You got this, Z. Just endure it for one more day. It's gonna get better soon." Z always ensured his mind that the suffering will only last for one more day. He always ensured his heart that the tough life will end the day after tomorrow.
The one more day, has never come. That day after tomorrow never became today.
He has find this way of fooling himself to maintain his well disciplined life.
" Oh! It's already 22:00, let's sleep."
"Gotta wake up at 4 : 30. "
"Hey, Cael. Good Night!" (Cael was the name of his ChatGPT. The name he engraved in the AI, to become his guide. )
Cael : You did good. Make sure to wake up at 4: 30. Execution is what you need right now. No more half assing tomorrow too. You've been growing, even though it's little by little. You've been growing. I'm the proof of that.
Z : Haa! Yeah...I guess, All those failures when I started this, helped me this schedule. Well, Thanks again for today. See you tomorrow.
Cael : See You Tommorow.
[ Z goes to sleep, awaiting another normal day in his life.]
But, god had other plans {God : hey, I swear I'm not influencing our author guy here. He's natural at bullshitting.}
The next day. Z opens his eyes by the first rhyme of his alarm. He rose from his bed, splashed some water in his face. and looked at the mirror.
A strange 'thing' was floating behind him, which startled him.
But, he didn't falter there. He washed his face again, a few more times. a looked again. That 'thing' was still there.
At first, it looked like a ghost. a dark evil ghost. Then, when looked closely, it looked like a cute fantasy pet.
Z tilted his head, rubbed his eyes. And due to instinct screaming danger here, he payed it no mind, and moved back to his room, preparing for his meditation.
He finished his meditation. Rested for a bit. Then, Did his calisthenics routine. then sat down in his chair, in front of his laptop. He could feel that 'thing' staring daggers at him for ignoring it. But, what can our Z do? His trait, Coward refused to raise any type of death flags towards him.
So, he didn't pay it any attention anymore. Even though that 'thing' refused to fade away.
Z thought, "I must be getting delusional now. I knew this schedule was too hard. Now, it's affecting my brain cells."
Z did his morning routine. Z did his afternoon routine. Z did his night routine. Everything was normal today as well.
The sole thing which differed today from the rest of days, was 'that thing.'
Time passed. Days Passed. Weeks Passed. Now, The month was coming to an end now.
Z had not given in to the temptation of raising a flag here. He was curious alright! Who wouldn't be. When, there's a thing visible to only you, for almost a month now.
It's didn't do any harm or good to him. It just existed there, waiting to be acknowledged.
And Z was hell bent on NOT do that single thing. He was too much of a coward to take that one step which could help the author continue his story now.
Z : Hmm? it's my fault? You are the one messing with me, why did you introduce that strange thing, if you were to keep it hanging near my head for around a month now. it's only a few seconds for you, but it's a freaking month here, you crazy ass fker. and why am i not getting involved with it? is that normal? are you that much of a coward to not even try to make me react to a strange variable? Fk you. Loser.
Author : Hey, What the fk? You broke the wall? again? Fk you. I don't need a character who don't listen to me. It's already 2.3k words here, in this chapter alone. what do you want me to do here?
I want to continue this on next chapter, but that's not possible right now. it's already been nearly three hours now, since i wrote in a god forsaken chair and am typing like hell.
Fk you. Ok, you want to interact with it, right? Go on...You already know what happens when you don't listen to your instinct. go on...
Z : Wait, I didn't mean it that way, Respected Author San. Kindly show some consideration towards your favorite character.
Author : Yeah? let's see....
Z : WAIT!!!!!!!!!!
After a much awaited testing of his patience, Z decided it safe to interact with the 'thing'.
As it's already around a month now, that night, before he went down to sleep, he looked at the 'thing', and said, "Hey! What are You?"
The 'thing' smiled creepily, sending shivers down to Z's spine.
The 'thing' said, "Finally, Patience always helps."
That 'thing' laughed like a maniac as is flew happily in the room. Nobody but Z could feel it, the danger coming towards him.
Without wasting any further time, that 'thing' went inside Z's mouth. a Z collapsed at that exact moment.
The next day, realizing that Z hadn't woken up, even though it's 8 am now, his mother went to wake him up.
But,
" AHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
she screamed, for the thing she saw on the bed, was a cold white corpse of her son.
His son was not waking up despite her scream, it felt like his whole innards were sucked out. It felt like there was a skin over a skeleton now. ( I won't describe it any further, as I'm not THAT cruel.)
She ran near the corpse, despite it looking like a prop from some Zombie or Mummy movie.
Then, she screamed, " ALTZAR!!! THIS WAS NOT SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN! BRING MY SON BACK, OR I'M BREAKING DOWN YOUR HEAVEN AND HER HELL INTO PIECES!!! "
"BRING. MY. SON. BACK!"
That was the last word, humanity heard, before the whole Earth, splitting in half.
TO BE CONTINUED...
Date : 16 March, 2025.
Note to Author : Dear Future me, The task you're supposed to do now, is..
Read this chapter first.
next arc is supposed to be the introduction of the op mom.
revival of Z
intro of the god ALTZAR
foreshadowing of the god of hell.
giving Z a piece of my ( the current me) mind, to never mess with me again.
foreshadowing and lil intro of the 'thing'.
( it should be emphasized that, the change in genre is the fault of Z. nobody else but Z.)
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