A four legged beast emerges from..........you guessed it, the other side of the road

So my names Emily, I know cliche name for a " classic princess in distress and in need of a strong male presence in her life to make her legs all jittery and also keep the demons away". But I'll have you know that I'm not your average Emily, unlike most Emily's portrayed in the prison that is the media,I actually have an intricate and complex personality with multiple origin stories the likes of which you've never seen. You see I'm a classic sexy female otaku who's also a feminist/masochist/slave to the patriarchy, who simps for 2d characters(girls and boys) and who detests going outside.

So I've experienced some pretty weird stuff and I'm not saying "homeless guy banging stray cat" weird, I'm talking about a bigger kind of weird, the kind that transforms wishes into horses because hold up!!! Magic is real and all the manga, manwha and years I stayed away and avoided the rest of society is actually paying off.

So I've already explained my 3 dimensional character because I feel the need to emphasise the fact that I'm more than just a protagonist written by a know it all teen who hasn't decided how I die yet or who may make me die out of boredom of continuing my character development.

Ok so I mentioned I hated going out, the reason for this is because like most otakus I don't really have a social life. Don't get me wrong I'm really pretty, I have looks that would make girls sacrifice 50 years of their life and their unborn child for and that would make horny alpha males renounce sex forever. I have to admit if there's a God, that's if I'm a fictional character written by an omnipotent bastard, in which case he would be my God, that means he would have his own version of God and maybe his God would have his own version of God, fuck where was I, yh so if there's a God I must be his favourite or the protagonist to his best selling book or something because I'm honestly really beautiful. They say "beauty is in the eye of the beholder". But honestly, everyone who has ever beheld me has knelt in the presence of my godly face.

So does this make me self conscious and want to slit my wrist and hide in the ground everytime people stare at me? Yes!! It makes me extremely self conscious, the only thing that helps me cope is manga, manwha and anime, I feel truly 3 dimensional in the 2 dimensional world that is manga, manwha and anime.

So yh I hated going outside because I'm self conscious about how people look at me, but I decided to go outside, clearly ignoring the Angel version of myself on my right shoulder telling me not to go.

So I go to the store to get some food, preferably instant spicy noodles that could last me for a month, this way I could stay in my Palace without coming in contact with my kryptonite that is the sun, damn you sun, I now sorta understand why all those cartoon villains always made devices to blow up the sun, maybe they were shut in otakus who's strength drained in the presence of the sun, but we'll never know their story cause the heroes never listened.

So I enter the store, pick the noodles while cursing under my breath as I avoid the gaze of everything and everyone. I stealthily move to the cashier, hand over my credit card to pay for my noodles and she stares in awe, "oh my god, your skin and lashes, christ your face is fucking beautiful", she gushes, unable to contain her excitement like a kid. Damn this beauty would be the death of me, I knew I should have worn my nosemask and sunglasses, I feel so safe in my nosemask, maybe it's because of my deep-rooted anxiety issues, "I drink lots of water I guess", I give the answer I've seen on TV countless times, and laugh in my mind, ain't know way drinking water makes an ugly person fine, that's a myth and a dumb one at that.

She asks for my number and I give her a wrong one and head for the door, in my experience extremely beautiful girls and jealous normie girls don't make quite the good mixture.

So I head out of the exit and I'm walking home, and that's when I see it. The four wheeled monster baring it's fangs and inside in what I would say is its stomach is an unconscious driver, and conveniently in the middle of the road is an eight year old kid holding a lollipop and a red balloon, I mutter the words "How original ", and dive in and push him out of the way, the truck hits me and the last thing I see is my pack of noodles being torn apart before the world goes black and the next thing I know, I'm in a white room(and for some reason the lyrics of juice world the artistic genius comes to my head and I'm humming my favourite part,"switch up to my white benz doing codeine with my white friends we'll be high as hell when the night ends, yh, when the night ends, when the night begins") wow juice world was a genius and I love him, now back to the white room which reminds me of a juice world verse. I'm trying to think of what led me here and I remember the last events that happened to me, I got hit by the monster. So this must be some crossroads between the afterlifes and probably reincarnation. I'm looking for the guardian of this place and that's when I see him, a generic old guy seated at the end of the room with his leg crossed and a cup of green tea in his hand, he might as well put up a sign that says, "I'm god". Cause if my years of anime watching with the subsequent loss of social skills has taught me anything, it's that the oldest looking guy in the room you find yourself in after you die is probably god. I can't wait to get OP in the next chapter of my life(i mean that metaphorically, cause I'm not a book character and I'm not in denial).