*book flaps*

*alarm blaring*

*object thud*

Wait, the story is about to start! Shit! shit! Wait whe-

*click*

*click*

The sun sets as the sky and the cloud manifests a hue of red and orange. The bell rang throughout the entire school indicating the day of school ended. Sebas packed his things in his bag readying himself to go home in his apartment. When he wore his backpack to his back, Lewis' hand reached Sebas' shoulders and patted it.

"Sebas, Me and others are going to the KTV. Do you want to join?"

"Not right now, I still have work to do. Thank you anyways."

Lewis' face looked dejected as Sebas' smiles with a comforting smile.

"Next time, I will join your hangout but not this day cuz right now, I'm extremely busy." Sebas supportively said to Lewis.

"That's a shame." Lewis replied.

"By the way, who's going?" Sebas asked curiously.

"Well there's me.., Paul, and Licht. Oh and I forgot Mia and Pria are coming as well."

Lewis answered enthusiastically.

Sebas lifted his right arm and looked at his watch as it said 5:10 pm.

"Well, I better get going. Hope your hangout is fun." Sebas raised his right arm, gesturing a high five.

Lewis raised his hands and they performed a dap. The dap is successful and the sound reverberates the entire classroom. Some of his other classmates looked at the so-

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"Okay Narrator, why are you emphasizing our dap than our entire conversation. After this phrase, I will predict that he is going to say 'I am talking by myself in my mind again.' "

Sebas exclaimed in his mind even if he was talking by himself, again. WAIT, how'd you know that?

"Why am I saying this, heh I am going crazy. There is no Narrator narrating every move we make."

Sebas sighed inwardly, returning to his conversation with Lewis.

"You too as well man. I hope you resolved your work so that we can hangout before our graduation." Lewis replied

Sebas let go of Lewis' hand as he is about to walk through. Before he leaves his classroom, he sees five students cleaning, a group of eight students having a meeting in the classroom discussing their research as he is able to hear their conversation, and the rest of the students leave as they hangout in the hall or go home immediately.

He left the school as he is about to walk on the bus station near the school. When he reaches his destination, he puts on his wireless earbuds in his ear as he is about to listen to his music.

His playlists are 'Die with a Smile' by Lady Gaga and Bruno Mars, A—.

"Narrator is about to list out my music playlist. Can you just please stop that, I have my own insecurities." Sebas mumbled to himself as he sighed.

Can he really hear me?

"If you're about to ask why I can hear you, no I do not hear you. I am merely questioning my existence, so being in a story can be plausible." Sebas replied to no one in his mind.

"See, if you have a book that automatically records everything happening in this world, the book will say 'Sebas replied to no one in his mind'. And of course for being a narrator, you need to say it." Sebas added as he confidently said to his mind again.

Who the fuck is this guy?

"I am but a powerless person with a lingering Chunnibyo."

Wait wh—

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[Analysis Complete! Proceeding to System Integration...]

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"What teh lhle !$ + —"

*glass crack*

×Proceeding to First Person Perspective mode, Targeting Narrator, Estimated time 5 min....

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×Complete

*BOOOM*

"What the hell! Why is my place collapsing!"

"Shit the book!"

×Retaining Limited Third Person Perspective...

Yes! I got the book, now where is that damn emergency exit.

*clack, crack, clack, BOOM, clack, thud, clack*

"Hufff... Hahhh... What the fuck is even happening?! Yes I reached the exit! Where are the buttons. There they are!"

*whiirrrr*

*pop*

×Retained

Type 9e100 hyperbolic spacetime teleportation noise reverberates like a whirring of a particle accelerator in maximum efficiency. The capsule's light shone as brightly as the sun., enveloping the narrator's body as he is about to be teleported. The whirring stops as the sound of a droplet echoes so loud that you can hear it hundreds of miles away. The space rippled as the indication that the narrator escaped.

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