The day the world ended was the day a monster was born, a human boy from earth would shift the balance of the entire universe and perhaps end it as well.
The day was like any other day my daily commute to work that I hated going to everyday, The problem wasn't the money or how many hours I worked, it was the boredom I felt their everyday anything worth happening never lasted and it wasn't like I hadn't seen it happen before. my life consisted of working, reading, anime, and self-improvment. everyday after work I would escape to a world that never existed. thinking I could be apart of theis worlds one day, I daydreamed about them all the time even at work, so much so that reality never really seemed real to me, the line between my reality and reality itself were extremely blurry. everyday was a pain to live in and I wanted it to end but a part of me kept going for whatever reason. until it happened.