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Y/N woke up like people usually wake up – slowly over the course of two hours. It was late morning, and they were going to be late for work. Y/N put their hair into a messy bun, not bothering to change out of their night clothes. If they were going to be fired for wearing their pyjamas to work – or being late for the twelfth day in a row – it would’ve already happened. They headed downstairs to eat a slice of cold toast for breakfast.
(ever since The Accincdednt they couldn’t afford warm toast. It came out cold, just like their heart.)
When they reached the kitchen, their Mum was there! This was unexpected, as Y/N’s Mum was usually at work by now. She had to work at 5.3 full-time jobs to afford life. Y/N stared suspiciously at her.
Their Mum was a woman with many charactertistics but only one appearance. The appearance was that of a person who’s existed on this plane for a few years too many and was keen to correct that mistake. She had deep eyebags, and even deeper depression. Her orbs were okay. She had a haircut appropriate for a woman her age – and offensive to everyone with a drop of fashion sense. She wore clothes so uncomplimentary to her appearace, Y/N was sometimes convinced it was purposeful.
“Y/N,” their Mum started softly. Already they could tell something was off. They looked around with their orbs full of worry, but nothing seemed obviously wrong.
“Since your father died tragically and untimely last week, we have been struggling financially. Also, I don’t love you. So, I’ve come to an executive decision to sell y-“ their Mum was interrupted by an extremely hot interdimensional being with long blond hair and some orbs of a colour entering the kitchen through a door that didn’t exist. The were both yellow.
The three of them kinda just stood there.
You’d think a stranger coming into your house through a non-existent door would be concerning. Maybe it would. But Y/N was not like the other girls (it was unclear if they were a gilr or not. When asked about their gender, Y/N’s answers ranged from “maybe” to “cold tuna”) so they simply stared at the intruder with the look of an underpaid customer service worker.
The intruder just.. existed(?) in the kitchen now. It was unclear if they were actually a person. maybe Y/N was actually going crazy from the grief they suffered after The Accincdednt.
In lieu of anything better to do, Y/N decided to look closer at the thing/person/fpenomenon in front of them. It certainly had some qualities of an object that exists! It had blond hair, and eyes, and the general shape of a person. Except for its hands, which were abnormally long and sharp. Honestly such a vibe.
"hi :3” the being said with a tone of voice. Not really.
Y/N’s Mum immediately spoke up, “you cant take Y/N. I’m selling them to One Direction. I need the money.” Well, at least now Y/N knew what their Mum was going to tell them earlier.
The being didn’t answer. It stood in the kitchen in all its 2-200 foot height (Y/N is pretty sure their ceiling doesn’t go that high up?), looking like a fucked up kaleidoscope after-image. the door it entered through still existed somewhere withing Y/N’s general vicinity.
The door. Come to think of it, it’s odd, isn’t it? Not in the same way the… handy mcfuckhands was odd. The door looked deceptively normal, if you ignored the fact that it was impossible to tell exactly how or why or where it was. It was yellow in size and texture.
Y/N got the urge to go through the door. They did. The world tilted on its axis before everything went black.