Dorm rooms, the filth of the modern world. Where else could you find a sock that was so infused with a piece of pizza that many people would almost register it as a living being. Considering the amount of mold it just might be considered plant life. It lived its solitary life under weak old beer cans that were providing it with the nutrients for growth, luckily as a mold it didn’t need much of any sunlight as it was under a man’s bed.

Loud noises were heard coming from the hallway to this room, where people were screaming before a man ran into the dorm room exclusively reserved to a man named Mark ‘The Man’. This man was not Mark, and judging by his pale face, and shivering legs he wouldn’t be granted the title of ‘The Man’ under any circumstances either. The college student stacked a bunch of furniture against the door in an attempt to keep out whatever was outside. His stumbling to find a hiding place found him next to the living organism that was previously known as pizza.

The college student almost puked at the stench and abandoned the safety of the couch in a hurried manner. This lead him to the back where the small sudo kitchen was, basically some dirty pans an electric grill, about 30 empty boxes that once held pizza, and up high an abandoned toaster with a smiley face sticker on it, and this would be important for later, two pieces of burnt bread sticking out of it.

The barrier tumbled as the college student backed up against the cabinet in the back of the room. The door burst open making the college student slam against the cabinet shake, the toaster at the top shook before falling onto the college student’s head. With an unfortunate turn of events for the college student this made him slip on a pile of old beer on the ground and slam his head into the marble counter killing him instantly.

A blue screen appeared before the toaster:

Congratulations for being the first Native Creature to kill a creature blessed by the System.

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Due to how you killed the creature you gain +5 luck, +5 dexterity, and the skill Stealth.

You have earned enough Life Force to level up!

Due to your low intelligence your evolution will be done by the system, detecting some undead traits in you, fire elements, and lack of limbs. Evolution picked, Lost One!

The toaster’s handles started to twist and extend turning into weird horns that looked like a demon, the smiley face sticker turning red and a mustache appearing above its mouth. Flames started to appear around the toaster before it started floating up off the ground.

Curiously it looked around, even with its new low intellect it was still a vast improvement to the 0 it had before. New questions appeared to the toaster it had never thought of before like, what is this dangly cord for coming out of me, why is everyone screaming, and what the hell is that thing?

A creature looking like a human but rotting and twisted features roars at the toaster having lost its prey. The toaster even with its small intellect knew that this creature was a threat and pulled down its horns aiming the only skill it knew, ‘Toast Launch’. As the zombie rushed forward a ding was heard as the toast flew at the zombie’s head exploding into flaming bread and zombie parts.

‘Holy shit!’ The toaster used profanity that his human roommates used to use during occasions like this in its mind, and bounced around happily in the air. ‘This is fun’ was his next thought as he noticed that the flames which had hit the ground weren’t going away.

Panicking the toaster shot out flaming toast at the fire trying to put it out, only making things worse. Not knowing what to do he flew out the door shutting it behind him. ‘The door should keep the fire away.’ The toaster thought as it looked at the door with a sense of forlorn, this was his home but he was leaving it. He had spent his whole sentient life within that room, luckily that was only a few moments so by the time smoke started coming from the bottom of the door he was already over the feelings of loss.