Capítulo 1: Chapter 1 - I am Diomichi Diovich
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New Game
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The night was dark and cold.
In the dark alleyways of the streets, a brown-haired boy ran with all his might. Sweat dripped from his forehead as he ran into the depths of the darkness, a phone was clutched in his hands. His chest heaved up and down rhythmically with his footsteps.
He panted in exhaustion. Even though his body hurts, his legs somehow moved by themselves. The phone in his hand shone, in it, a map-like feature appeared. A blue dot was running away while a red dot was closing from behind.
"Haaah! Haa! Haa!" After running for as long as he can, he turned to a corner and found a wall blocking his path. "What!? Why is this a dead-end damn it! Isn't there anything I can do....!? Something...!" Desperately, he fumbled to hold his phone. "Like... a way to turn this fight around...!"
Inspecting the functions of his phone, he read the lines aloud. "By using 5 points, call a companion. This is it...!"
"No, wait! It also cost 5 points!? And it's even worth 500,000 yen! Besides, who should I call...? Who would help me at a time like this...?"
Scrolling through his contact list, he chanced upon a name. 'Sudo Kaname'. His best friend. Desperately he pressed it and waited for Kaname to answer.
"Sorry... Kaname..." He pressed his back against the wall. "You're the only one I could think of."
"Please, please, please...! Hurry up...!" He desperately pressed the call button over and over again. The sound of beeping noises occasionally ringing made his heart palpitate.
Toc! Toc! Toc! Toc! Toc!
The red marking finally turned a corner. Looking at the map on his phone, he concluded that the enemy is nearby. He hastily brought out two razor cutters from his pockets and aimed them at the empty air.
"Goddammit...! Fine! I'll take care of you myself!" The blades separated from each other. They floated in a single line in an orderly manner. "It's just a stupid game!"
"You're dead!" He yelled furiously.
The floating blades flew at blinding speed. Each one of them headed straight towards the supposed location of the red glowing mark. The vending machine in his front exploded as the metal blades lodged themselves inside it.
BOOM!
His surroundings were covered in dust and smoke. Only the eery beeping noises could be heard.
Toc! Toc! Toc! Toc! Toc!
The beeping noise sped up all of a sudden. "Dammit! Where are you? Wh-where are you hiding?" He quickly backed away from his position and brought another razor blade. They floated in an orderly manner before discharging to the place where he pointed it. "That's not fair!" He desperately cried out.
An unimaginable searing pain from his neck snapped him out of his stupor. It was a cold feeling. The cold blade tore through his skin and severed his tendons. "Eh...? Why...?" He weakly asked. Blood gushed out of his neck as the cold feeling was replaced by a hot sensation. Panic spread through his pupils before he eventually calmed down, feeling the warm blood flowing through his neck.
Before he knew it, the darkness consumed his vision.
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What other way could you start a new fanfic with some thrilling gore?
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"And so that is why Hitler became the Queen of England, while the Germans he ruled became part of Europe. Any questions?"
Listening to my teacher talk about history, I yawned. This isn't what I expected for my school life.
I was expecting cute girls fighting for my attention and a bunch of cliche moments where the laws of physics bend over for me and send a girl falling on my face.
"Otaku. Oy, Otaku!" an annoying voice called out. I ignored it, knowing that something stupid is about to happen.
BAM!
Before I knew it, someone had slammed my desk with a book, startling me. Groaning, I looked up from my sleeping position and glared at the culprit.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"Oy, taku, I called for you. Are you ignoring me?" The boy had black hair, a plain face, and a plain voice. He was wearing our black tailored uniform, but it still looked plain on him, just like his mom.
"I'm not your lackey. Fuck off."
"Hoh? An otaku like you thinks you're my lackey?" he kept calling me otaku this and otaku that. Whenever my name comes up, then it would be associated with the word 'Otaku'.
"..."
I kept quiet knowing that nothing would really work with idiots like these. They probably have a problem in their brain because they can't comprehend human emotions.
"Oy, taku. Don't ignore me." he kept nudging me over and over again but I pretended to sleep.
"Tsk."
And with that, he walked away with his non-existent reputation for being the cool guy ruined. Seriously, do you think bullying a quiet guy like me is cool? You plain face motherfucker.
"Hey, why is he called otaku? He doesn't look like an otaku though?" one of my classmates asked her friend. They were whispering beside me like I couldn't hear them.
"Don't you know? His parents named him Diomichi Diovich, even though he's half Russian doesn't that seem strange?" as she said, my parents, did name me that.
"Hmm, just like that anime, JoJo?" the girl eyed me with a confused look.
"Shh, don't be loud or he'll hear you! I heard that Russians are aggressive people!"
Okay, first of all, that's racist, and second of all, I'm not asleep so I could hear you perfectly. Despite my protest, I continued pretending to sleep. Unbothered by their blatant bullying. None of it was true anyway.
Okay, it was all true, I'm actually a pitiful otaku.
My parents named me Diomichi Diovich because of their favorite anime, JoJo. My father was a Russian who was so in love with anime that he migrated here to Japan just to get the first updates. My mother was also an otaku, maybe just to please my father, but she ended up succumbing to it and became addicted.
Since both of my parents are otaku, naturally as their child I should also be an otaku.
I wasn't normally like this. A pessimistic lonely edge lord.
I remembered when I was in middle school, I was a bright child.
Being an otaku at such a young age also has its perks. I was a few years ahead of my peers in terms of anime knowledge.
They called me the forbidden fruit.
It wasn't anything special, it's what they called me after asking me for anime recommendations and spoiling them.
It was the very definition of high-quality bait. I would lure them in with one of the more popular anime series and once they took a bite, I would poison them, telling them who was destined to die or who will the main character end up with.
I wasn't really like this in the beginning.
I wasn't born this way, I was made for it.
My father, who is an otaku, decided that he wanted to ruin my life, so he introduced me to the world of anime.
It all started small, from suggestions. I was uninterested in what they were selling, so I ignored it. But after my father kept pestering me about how awesome anime is and how better it is than cartoons, I eventually gave in.
It was harmless after all.
That's what I thought but, the first anime he showed me was called Phoenix Orb X.
It was a story about a boy named Krillin collecting fire orbs to resurrect the heavenly Phoenix, the goal was to collect six phoenix orbs and resurrect a phoenix waifu that would protect him in his battles.
It was the most nonsensical nonsense I have ever watched. It was filled with fillers full of bullshit that I had trouble taking a shit afterward.
I was a toddler back then.
I was scarred that day.
I became addicted, just like my mother. I always question myself, for what reason do I wait for another episode? Why am I wasting my life waiting even though the plot always repeats itself?
And so, like how my father scarred me, I also scarred my classmates.
I also started it small. From fluff anime to action-comedy, I recommended them with riches, and they gave me their friendship.
Alas, even with their superficial knowledge about anime, they never saw the most cliched thing ever.
The betrayal.
I betrayed them in the cruelest way possible.
The Main Character they loved so much died. The FML ended up with a side character who had a crush on her from the start.
That was when the bullying began.
I thought it was a normal procedure because my father did it to me.
Alas, I was wrong. They kept bullying me for the smallest things. I was forced to take a tactical retreat and be quiet the whole semester until graduation. Now that I'm a high schooler, of course, nothing changed one bit.
I remembered it when I was watching anime with my father. It was our usual anime marathons. I was suspicious back then because mom wasn't with us. But I ignored the signs, even when my father raised the flags.
He kept glancing at me as the opening started.
As I watched, I thought it was some romance or possibly a slice-of-life type of anime.
But I was wrong.
Very, very wrong.
It came out of nowhere. My father suddenly locked the door. He raised the volume as I hear her scream.
No, it was a he.
I remembered it vividly, like a dream, they were in a car, he was holding an ice cream.
The ice cream was about to spill on the car but the seat was brand new so he let it spill on himself.
That day, I wasn't scarred.
I was broken.
My trust was betrayed.
My father's laugh. He's jeering. I remembered it all. As I sat there staring into nothingness. I began questioning why did I even have a father?
Is this what those main protagonists felt when they wanted to kill their parents?
Ever since then, I didn't speak a word with him. Just occasional nods and grunts.
He was no father of mine.
He was a betrayer.
In the end, I didn't tell my mother what happened. It was traumatizing, so I hope my mother doesn't watch it too.
If my father does what he did to me, then I will have to prepare his retirement plan in advance.
He doesn't need legs to walk this earth. He should just stay at home watching the anime he loved so much.
Boku no pica.
A devil's creation.
After learning the dark side of anime, and having experienced firsthand the famed Main Character Development, aka 'Bullying', I decided to stop being an otaku and left my parents place.
Now I am a normie living alongside fellow normies, being a cog that turns society into a functional hell hole.
Kinda sus, I know. But I gotta act like one if I don't want any more Character Development.
As I torture myself slowly at my desk, I could hear a few of my classmates talking.
"Kaname you're gonna buy a bike?"
"Yeah. If only 300,000 yen would fall from the sky."
"Idiot! Then you should be reading the classified ads, not bike catalogs."
"It's just that, Kyoda texted me that he bought a new bike."
Sudou Kaname. A normie student. He's not plain, but just average. I remembered we were quite close in middle school, even though I betrayed him he was still friendly with me.
Do I regret it?
Nah. It was perfectly normal for friends to betray each other. He might like it for all I know.
But ever since I stopped being an otaku and started my plan as a sus, he also began his transition to be a normie.
Well, he already was. I was just a bad influence.
"Huh? Oh, I just noticed, but he sent me another text yesterday."
"Reply that all normal-fags should just die."
"Darwin's Game?"
At the mention of this game, I raised my head abruptly. My heart raced for no reason as I stared intently at Kaname's phone.
"What is this?" I clutch my chest in pain as I saw a snake suddenly appearing and biting Kaname's neck.
"Wha! What the hell!"
He tumbled over and I stood subconsciously.
"H-hey what's gotten into you, Kaname?" His fat best friend asked in concern.
"J-just now... my cell phone...! H... had a snake...!" Kaname pointed at his cell phone. The app was closed, only a black screen could be seen.
"Huh? A snake?"
"...Eh...? Looking at his phone screen, the black screen was replaced by a loading screen. 'Now Loading' was written on it. "Huh?"
"You okay dude?" I asked.
"Eh? Why do you ask?" Kaname asked me uncertainly.
"I just saw a big snake bite your neck. It's either we're both high or some freaky shit is happening." I did my best to impersonate a normie. Even though I have a hunch on what happened.
"You saw it too?" he looked relieved that I also saw it.
"Of course. It surprised the hell out of me."
"Then-" His eyes suddenly rolled over the back of his head.
Thud!
"He passed out," I stated.
"Wanna draw dicks on him?" His best friend asked.
Although I was tempted to say yes, my normie self is reminding me that I should bring him to the nurse's office to see if he was okay.
"Are you sure you're friends?" I asked him. "Anyway, he looks pale, I'll bring him to the nurse."
"Uh, okay...?" he looked amazed at how easy I picked up Kaname on my shoulder. While he was looking at Kaname, I glanced at Kaname's cell phone.
Darwin's Game.
Player "SudoKaname" has been authenticated.
Friend "Kyoda" is already deceased.
Starting New Game.
Time left until game starts:
01:00:00
Before I knew it, a creepy grin appeared on my face.
"Darwin's game..."
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Well? Is it good? Only this chapter for testing. I will create more if gets a good reception.
The concept is about a guy with Dio Brando's powers (The world, vampire body, etc.) And a group chat with fellow crazy strong psychopaths.
I still have other ideas.
Trial Period is only until Monday. I need to write 15000 words to put this baby in the number 1 in collection rankings. So expect a mass release on Monday. Probably.
-Comment here if this is some passable gud sh1t-
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