(Fidy's POV)

There he goes. My buddy.

Fidy Vestergaard 'ere, currently at my friend's funeral. It's really weird that Mary and that Luke fellow didnt come, since they were basically the second and third best friend of Steve.

It's not my thing to be sentimental, that job belongs to those two. I'm supposed to be the stand up comedian guy, yet 'ere I am.

It's been five minutes of me just sittin down and lookin at the floor 'ere. 

I know that the moment I look up, the dude that is supposed to be my friend would be lyin in a coffin in front of me.

I didnt want that. That's why I did'nt look up.

Not lookin up is a hard thing to do. Little by little my urge to look at what's in front of me grew until it became unbearable.

I couldnt deny reality. 

When I felt my eyes wet, I know it was time to go.

I stormed outta the place my buddy calls home and ran straight near the bus stop.

Funny, I always see in movies that at times like these it would always rain hard as if trying to cover the tears of the character but today's weather cant be anything but sunny.

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Dangit! Stupid fucking emotions is fucking up my handsome face.

It's all that dummy's fault. If only he stopped being such a wuss and confessed to Ms. Helvetica glasses girl or whatever then maybe that event wouldnt have happened.

Perhaps my heart couldnt take it, my chest grew tighter and tighter my neighborhood friends would probably say something like "You gay bro?" or something like that if they were to see me right now.

The thing is, a friend is a friend but a best friend is in a whole different league of it's own. It's what people call Bromance or somethin.

I couldnt bear the pain in my chest anymore as my breathing grew rougher, I kept gasping for air but none seems to be comin in.

I thought to myself 'Wont all this pain go away if I were to sleep?', so I let go of my consciousness.

In the empty space I could hear someone whispering to me.

"Would you like to meet your old friend?" said by a voice way too young to be clearly known if it was from a boy or a girl.

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(Mary's POV)

Today is my target of affection's commital. 

I made sure to wear my best black dress, my pater familias promised deliver me to Steve's house.

Ah, how I missed saying that name. 

I know that I have been labeled as a "Stalker" by Steve and his acquaintance, Fidy Vestergaard.

I am Mary Toft I am what people call a chuunibyou. I myself am very aware of that and have been trying to find my happy place at school.

I then met my target of affection who seems to be a magnet for other weird people. For example is Fidy who is a rather good-looking fellow and he is also good at taking care of the normal girls but he seems to like become a comedian when he is around.

Luke Jensenn, an eccentric master writer who have won various prizes in literature contests yet this fact is something that Steve did not know of, he only knew Luke as someone who joined the novel writing group at school just so he could mess with him.

Then there's me. The moment I saw various other plebeians gather around Steve and they acted as if they've remove the 'mask' that they put on public I hypothesized that maybe this plebeian can actually help me find my happy place here at school.

I followed my target everyday trying to get close to him as cautiously as possible. Then one day I was caught and labeled as a "Stalker" by Steve yet in those words that he muttered, I could not sense any hatred or anger.

I felt secure and happy around him. From that day onwards I openly "stalked" the plebeian that has garnered my feelings hoping that one day I could properly relay these emotions to him but that day did not come.

It was valentines day when it happened, my pride as a "stalker" were crushed when I got into a quarell with the plebeian's friend Fidy. I have actually bought a chocolate cake nearby that morning so I could give it to Steve (somehow).

After my quarell with Fidy I noticed that he has disappeared and that a loud person is shouting "NNNNUUUUUUUUUWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAA" outside.

I walked down the path that Steve would usually take but I foun it weird that I could hear ambulance sirens.

I got the news after that.

As we were travelling to Steve's house I heard a faint voice saying.

"If you want to meet him again you should look to your right!"

I decided to follow the voice and looked to my right.

The last thing I saw before my death is a blue truck.

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(Luke's POV)

They called me a genius yet that did not seem to satisfy me.

Most people would definitely be flattered upon recieving such a title yet I did not feel so.

The only person to ever actually treat me as who I am and not as the "genius" that the masses labeled me as is the "Wimpy Protagonist"

Yet his story is no more as of valentines. 5 hours after the wimpy protagonist made me scream by slapping the goods Ive been handing out to everybody I recieved the news that the wimpy protagonist is no more.

On the day of his funeral as I waited for the car that is going to pick me up an unexpected development happened.

The place I currently am is no longer the front of my house. Right now I am sitting in a huge canopy bed with a pretty with lovely proportions.

I asked the question all reasonable and sane person would in this situation.

"So let me guess, youre a goddess and somehow you want me to vanquish the demon king of your world?"

 A long moment of silence filled the room until she finally decided to talk.

"Pfft..fu..fuHAHAHAHHAHAHA!" she laughed as if she was being tickled.

When she calmed down, she started to tell me about something about wanting me to eradicate the remnants of the false god Leaun.

I wouldve declined if wimpy protagonist is still in our worl but sadly he isnt.

I accepted her request for me to become her champion in ridding of their world from Leaun's remnants that are so called "Guardians".