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Life… is utterly, painfully, gut-wrenchingly boring. Seriously— it's like you were put in the most unfortunately yawn-inducing life in the galaxy considering the world you live in. Space travel is real, incomprehensible power beyond thought is just within reach, and with the right assets you can talk to what's equivalent of a space god. Take that, bible.
So, what makes you special?
Nothing. Not yet. The only thing going for you was that you're not like other girls, or boys, or anyone your age. In fact, you were interested in a relic very little preserved these days; books. You always had your nose stuck in one no matter the time or place. In a world of technology, you were an old soul. Unc as hell, actually; who reads books in an era of literal automatons and innovations that could revive lives lost?
You woke up to the grating sound of your mother's voice from beyond your door, pounding at the poor wood like it owed her money. Your skin peeled from the paper. It seems like you fell asleep reading.. again. Your glasses left a prominent imprint on your face.
"Y/N!!!" She shrieked, voice stern with that if-you-don't-get-up-right-now-I'm-beating-your-ass tone. You jumped. "Get up and look presentable for once!!! We have guests!!!"
Guests?
Your loser mother had friends??
With the sighing-est sigh in all of sighdom, you lugged yourself out from your inviting covers with a loud groan. Of course, you made sure it was audible from the other side of the door. What are you but an angsty 20-something year old still living with your mother?
… Why are you still living with your mother?? Go get a job. I hear the IPC's always hiring.
Your spine pops, wringing a long moan from your throat as you stretch out like a cat. You should get checked for scoliosis. The mirror greets you with all its inanimate welcomeness, your reflection a sorry sight for sore eyes. It probably worsened the eyes. You look like shit.
Well, no use dwelling on your reflection. You scratch your stomach idly, combing through your belongings for a hairtie. It doesn't matter how long or short your hair is, you still wrangle the locks into a messy bun that's somehow perfectly keeping your hair away from your face.
Your bitchass mom calls your name again, though it sounds farther. She must be downstairs.
Rolling your eyes, you find some random socks (not matching with your laziness, of course) and throw on a pair of shoes. You nearly trip and tumble down the stairs since you never tie your damn shoes, and your mouth goes dry at the realization of who exactly the guests are. They're pretty familiar.
Like.. intergalactic criminals familiar. In your living room.
Your mother looks suspiciously happy. Like, 'I just got gambling money!' happy, which is way happier than she's ever been with you in your formative years to now.
"Y/N, meet your new owners."
You squint, making eye contact with the tall dark emo one. Balde, or something like that. You never really paid attention to that fear mongering shit, but maybe you should have. A shudder grips your shoulders.
"Mom, that's illegal in like, a thousand different planets. This one included." You dryly snark, eliciting a snicker from the tiny grey-purple one. You're funny. "You can't sell me—"
"Well, I just did. Enjoy your new life, sweetie." She haughtily waves you off without letting you finish, greedily gathering the briefcase stuffed to the brim with credits into her arms. What a bitch. You curse her out 500 times in your head for every inconvenience she's ever caused you including birthing you. Shame on you, woman!!!!!
"Mom-!" You protest loudly. Aaaand, she's gone. She left you in a room with three intergalactic criminals in less than a blink. You awkwardly look back at the trio, twiddling your thumbs. You feel much too small compared to their larger-than-life demeanors, like you were an NPC compared to playable characters in your ratty obscure niche band t-shirt and basketball shorts with bigass nerdy glasses.
"… I'm not going with you." You blurt out, crossing your arms with an obvious attitude.
It doesn't look like they care, not with the way the tall dark one closes the distance and tosses you over his shoulder with a fluid motion. Like you weighed a handful of grapes to all his muscle mass. Cus you were just so small and petite or whatever.
"Let go of me, you shitwad!"
"Creative." He wryly comments.
Obviously, since you're such a fiery individual, you kick and punch and flail but it's kind of the equivalent of watching a newborn kitten bat away at your hand. The guy had the build of a brick wall on steroids compared to you.
"Now, now, Bladie… let's not scare our new recruit." The woman of the group kisses her teeth, adjusting the cuffs of her shirt and shrugging on her expensive looking coat. She smiles politely at you, reaching up to where you were hoisted to touch your cheek as if she were appraising a fine product. You fight the urge to blush at the casual brush of her gloved fingers, before you snap your teeth.
"That's cute," She merely observes, flicking her stylish sunglasses on her face. "Like a puppy."
Bladie or whatever scoffs, voice gravely. Aeons, even his voice sounds emo as shit.
"We're purchasing recruits now, Kafka? We're not running some shelter." He muses, readjusting you over his shoulder as he turns to leave. You grumble, hands catching on the door frame. You weren't going out without resistance, dammit! "I'm not gonna be recruited to any freaky fucking mafia you have!!" You scowl.
"—I just don't get why we need a scrawny random civilian for a script," The short short one complains, booting up a gaming console. Obviously ignoring you, of course. "That mom of theirs barely put up a fight, either."
"I seem to have a penchant for collecting strays, I suppose." Kafka chuckles to herself. She makes eye contact with you, picking up her sword before it dissipates into wherever space matter goes or something. Oh, aeons. You're gonna die. You're gonna be taken to some back alley and get murdered in cold blood and you never even got to finish your 500 page slow burn yuri. "Listen. You're going to take a nice, long nap for me…"
"You listen, lady! I'm not gonna fall asleep just because you told me to!!" You bark out, before your brain blanks. The lady looks rather smug, a look you want to wipe off her face with your fist if it wasn't so damn heavy to move. Even blinking seemed like a Herculean task, drowsiness gripping you like a vice as your own senses screamed at you to submit.
You slump against the emo guy's back, the world fading to black as your body shuts down against your will.