I violently stand up from my seat with a frustrated sigh, making my computer chair flip over in the process.

Why do some people even like this story?

"I mean, System.exe? Really? What type of thing is that to write on a whim?"

I gaze at my computer, trying to understand why I would dig such a deep hole for myself.

The character isn't too hard, as it is, ultimately, based off of myself. What is difficult are all the plot holes I need to fill in as I go along, and the excessive planning needed for all of my concepts.

'What am I even doing? This will probably end up just like the other stories, delving deep into the category called Yaoi. Those were some dark times.'

It almost felt like I lost something important while writing those stories.

Even so, they are what started this, and what will motivate me to finish it.

No matter how horribly homosexual this story becomes.

Maybe I should shamelessly ask for advice from other authors. Like how they pad their stories so well.

I should probably increase the descriptions, too, but I can't be bothered.

Well, this story needs some major changes. Like that Virgin title. It needs a much better description. Besides, how the hell could he even feel his own body? He's a hammer. A HAMMER. Hammers don't have... um... feelers?

'I guess I'll just improve as I continue.'

Just as I complete that thought, the lights go out, and the computer turns off.

"I guess the hurricane finally knocked down the power lines, huh. About time it did. It's almost been two weeks since it arrived. It'll probably just pass tomorrow as well."

Actually, the character has probably been based too much on myself. Especially considering the fact that his strongest desire is lust.

Stolen content alert: this content belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences.

How did I even come to desire such a thing?

I myself think the act is gross, yet I contradict myself with the thought of how enticing it is.

It's like a drug, especially considering that I have gotten a slight taste of the real thing before, which caused me to become addicted.

"Sometimes, I guess it's nice to just sit down and contemplate stuff..."

Seeing as with the power out, I can't do anything else time consuming, I decide to go to sleep.

I take another look around my weeb-like room, designed exactly like one that a boy typically has in anime, then drift off to sleep.

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I wake up to a rather disturbing sound.

An extremely guttural roar invaded my hearing, preventing me from any further sleep.

'Maybe i-it's just the w-wind.'

I slowly get up from my rather akward sleeping position, and move over to a window cautiously.

'Oh, maybe it is just the wind.'

Outside I can see a few things flying around in the winds, though it's mostly almost weightless items, like paper bags and grass.

I decide to exit my home and take a look outside, just to confirm nothing too bad happened.

That sound obviously couldn't be made by paper bags and grass.

Besides, I need some sunlight anyways. Though I don't know where that sunlight would come from, considering how cloudy the sky is.

It almost looks like it's midnight, when in actuality, it should be around ten in the morning, according to my clock.

The clock comes with the modern Japanese boy set.

I exit my room, making my way through the small living room, and finally exiting through the front door of my home.

Immediately after getting outside of my home, I see a silhouette of my neighbor, Ivan, standing outside.

He is a rather large Russian man. Not large as in fat, but large as in muscley.

He looks larger than usual. Probably the wind messing with my vision.

"Hey, Ivan!"

I yell that as I start to walk towards him. He doesn't seem to hear me, so I yell louder.

"Hey, Ivan!!"

He starts to turn towards me, and I start to realize something quite strange.

It wasn't my vision that was being messed with, Ivan was just that large.

And judging by that horrible, black, glossy skin(No racism intended), Ivan was not Ivan.

He was something else. Or, should I say It?

My eyes opened wide in fear, as I start to back away slowly, keeping my body turned towards it.

It started to walk towrds me in a rather menacing manner after completing it's rotation.

In my fear, I made the mistake of turning my back towards it, and it ended up grabbing me.

Then, it proceeded to slam me into multiple protrusions rising from the ground, sowly killing me in a very painful manner.

Next, there was nothing.

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I stare into the darkness that is my non-existence, and think:

'This is new...'

Then I proceed to contemplate why I can think while I am dead.