/vt/ - Virtual Youtubers

>it was a long journey back home from work, the daily grind of your new job at the office hass been...rather unpleasant to say the least: Schizo co-workers never shutting about recent culture shocks, horrible boss that never ceases to ramble about efficiency and "how little you are trying" when you barely have time to sleep anymore...
>it was a nightmare, but you needed the money to pay your bills, so you march onwards regardless of what happens.
>you turn on the radio for a couple of seconds, to ease your frustrated mind and distract itself from the long road; You never were fond of driving, it made you a nervous wreck and the fear that you may crash one day really weighted on your shoulders, that everything could end in a instant, if you were to be distracted even for a second, going on tangents about life while you should be paying attention at the upcoming lights in front of you, rapidly accelera-
>You barely had a moment to process what happened to you, like a stopped frame in the middle of a movie. The front of your car getting totalled by the other car, the person at the wheel being wide eyed as the airbag was mid-deployment.
>you attempt to move your body, but to your shock, it doesn't respond. Only your consciousness appears to be awake at the moment, barely able to react to what's happening in front of you. "Am i dead?" You think to yourself, as seconds, minutes pass by, yet the world has ceased to flow.
>from the corner of your eyes, a figure materializes, the shape of a clock manifesting outside of your car, slowly morphing into one of a blue-haired woman in black robes. To say that her beauty was attractive would be putting it lightly, but that was all your mind could think about at the moment.
>"Anon y. Mous." That was your name. "Your time hasn't yet to come, you've been given a second opportunity to prove yourself in this life and to become what your true calling is about." The woman's voice booms over your ears, as the door of your car rusts away like time chews through it, accelerating it's decomposition, until it returns to dust. Same thing happens to your seatbelt, snapping free as your now freed body limply rolls out of the car, being at the feet of this entity above you.
>You barely had a peek at what happened to the other guy, but another figure, pink haired in nature, appears to be doing the same with the unlucky soul. You pay them no mind, as it no longer appears to be your business...
>The blue woman extends her hand towards you, and you take it, as you were conjuring some words of gratitude for the help, you find yourself in your living room, your body hurts, but no injuries appear to be present anywhere visible.
>your skin itches, your eyes burn like if someone tossed a bucked of ash at you, the cinder becomes stronger in the palm of your hand.
>And when you take a look at it with your teary eyes, all you can see is an hourglass symbol, a mark, burnt into your flesh, a reminder of your one-side contract in life.
>you sit down, to think of what happened: nothing makes sense to you, one second you were driving back home, and now, you barely have any recollections of what just happened.
>you thought that perhaps you should quit your job on your first day, but this pretty much backs up your decision.
>you'll do it tomorrow, today, you're going to order some writing and drawing equipment, you are gonna write that book about time and space you so much wanted to do since little.
>maybe write and illustrate that other idea about popular myths...
>There is no time to waste...

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