I almost fall down on the ground, next time system I would like to be warned that I need to be still, AND STANDING.
[Welcome to the first part of the tutorial!]
Yeah yeah, ignore me loser, I know you can hear me.
I hope you can't though.
As I struggle to get my feet under my waist from having my chair taken away from me, a voice reveal itself, a small, pretty weak hand supporting the pit of my elbow supporting me accompy it.
"Don't worry, it happened to three of us already"
A voice filled with mischievious joy reach my ear as I stand up fully and look down toward my helper, my little helper.
She look like a little mouse, big brown eyes, and brown hair that come touching the top of their shoulder to frame her face.
A bit shorter than mine.
Yep grew my hair too, actually I'm quite proud of them, took me a fucking long time. Started growing it since mom always wanted me to have long hair.
"Well more like four, but" As if she was going to tell me a duper super high sensitive secret she get on her tiptoes and try to whisper in my ear.
Note that I said try.
She's too short, feeling curious about her secret I help her by leaning down slightly toward her, she then say.
"Don't say I said it but" She point at another man standing a little further from us, the man litterally looks like malfoy in a certain wizard show I'm not kidding, is he cosplaying or something?
"He landed here first and he says he didn't so we can't prove it, but I'm sure he did" Getting back on her feet she lean back away from me as she look at the others in the room with a shit eating smile.
Talking about rooms we're all, the five of us, currently standing in the middle of a totally white room.
The kind of room that you would be put in for sensory depravation torture, only difference is that all the walls are glinting a bit from the light source....that is unseeable?
It's coming from the top, I'm sure of it, but where?
Don't see any lamps, or whatever, probably some kind of magic bullshittery again.
There is only one feature that add variety in this torture of a room, it being a simple door, one big enough for multiples people to enter in at the same time, the door is closed.
A simple timer, floating in the air above it with the help of whatever magic exist in the multiverse.
The timer is counting down.
it's at four minutes and thirty-six second, thirty-five, thirty-four.
Alright so we're locked in that....relatively spacious room, strange, it's actually pretty damn big.
I'm sure I could have been transported running here and not fall on a random table of all thing.
It's big enough to host the five of us.
Who are all staring at me, what did I do this time?
"why are you stari-!" the mousy girl at my right ask the question I was wondering about, but stop in the middle before staring at me too, figuring out why.
They all stare at me, I'm the only one out of the joke it seems.
[Congratulation! You achieved something impressive! You are one of the top 100 000 000 people that killed someone of your own species before the tutorial and during an integration!
You receive the title 'eager to kill'!]
[Congratulation! You achieved something outlandish! You are one of the top 450 humans that killed a member of your species before the tutorial and during the integration n°72910!
Your title 'eager to kill' evolve into the title 'homicidal!']
Ah. I get the joke now. "Uh, why do you have b-" I'm bloody aren't I? "-lood everywhere?"
The mousy girl taking a single step back, raise an eyebrow in suspicion. And the others well...well, well they are staring at me from afar, told you I got the joke, did I told you that this day is a GREAT one already? I feel like I didn't insist enough on that, it's really a great day.
Well listen you guys, you won't believe it, but I actually just killed a man! Yep, pumelled him to death while he was moaning in pain, no hesitation whatsover, heck I'M NOT EVEN FEELING GUILTY! I DON'T KNOW WHAT THE HECK I'M FEELING SO THAT'S NOT GUILT! What do you want me to fucking say!?
"I got into an accident before being transported"
The lie easily flow through my teeth, I didn't even hesitated to say that, is that even a lie though?
Being mugged can be considered an accident right?
Right?
I'm sure it can be, from now on it is in my mental dictionary. Malfoy doesn't seems really convinced, but the mousy girl jump on the explanation like a lifeline "oh shit, are you fine?" she grab my arm with two of her hands, as if trying to reassure me or searching for injuries.
Hearing a small thump coming from my direction, I turn my head to see a wrinkly hand resting on my shoulder, an old man supporting himself with his cane, tap my shoulder like one would reassure a child, then he utter with a pretty gratty voice.
"I believe you" his eyes tell me that he don't, but he doesn't want to pry, he's giving me an escape...or that's an elaborate plan to betray me or some shit.
Or maybe it's because we have been kidnapped by a system. And FIGHTING among us is a bad idea.
Here, I'll add another point. It's maybeeeee just because I look like a crazy murderous fucker right now.
And they don't want to trigger me.
Especially since they are stuck here with me.
Maybe. Just maybe, I'll let this theory here. You do whatever you want with it.
Smart people? Can't believe it.
The malfoy guy, a bit taller than the old man walk toward us and stare at me with more suspicion than my mom did when she noticed how some candies dissapeared from her secret stash.
She was annoyed I didn't cover my tracks well.
"An accident, yes of course. I believe you" he says that while rolling his eyes.
I can recognize sarcasm thanks you very much, why is he staring at my cheek?
Fuck, Twitchy bruised me?
I knew my jaw hurt!
And the last one.....the last one, where is the last one? Looking around I see another girl, chubby with messy hair going everywhere, glasses rest on her nose as she lean against the wall, simply trying to be invisible.
Two girls, one old man, and one guy that's smaller than me? The theory about them not triggering me sounds more and more probable.
I look at malfoy and with a single eyebrow raised I answer "of course you believe me malfoy-" two snorts of amusement resonate in the room"-I'm saying the truth after all"
Why did the two girls laughed? The brown haired one at my right is just giving me a thumbs up and super discretly, like as discretly as it is humanely possible wink at me.
What did I say again? "Malfoy!?" malfoy say, tilting his head to the side dumbfounded as his arms come to cross against his chest.
Ah shit.
I really need to take care of that habit, it almost got me killed with Twitchy already...
I look at malfoy and not owning up to my mistake I extend my hand toward him "I'm ludger, nice to meet you" that's your call malfoy boy, give me your name.
Taking my rough hand back, a handshake insue as he say clearly "Matthew, Matthew Mccallis"
Who say their surname in greeting? Eh whatever, probably cause I called him malfoy.
Seperating our hands I look at the old man, the one with a buzzcut of white hair. He simply say "Balrow" pat my shoulder again and walk away with his cane to go stare at the door and timer.
The mousy girl reveal herself as "Annie"
I nod upward toward the last girl that's trying to melt into the wall, and Annie understanding me, just say.
"no idea, she doesn't talk a lot"
Without any care in the world, I put on my most charming smile and lift my hand toward the chubby girl "What's your name?"
I half shouted that.
As she look at me, she dig her hands in her pocket and speak up "me? I'm Jenna"
She wait for a while before speaking up again "Ludger right?"
"You got it"
She nod in confirmation and the mousy girl turn toward her, suddenly interested now that she can talk! With a pump in her step she start skipping toward Jenna.
Leaving me and malfo-!Matthew, alone, in the middle of the room, a quick glance at the timer read three minutes and 24 seconds.
Childrens, are you ready for a lesson in HOW TO GET A WARY GUY INTO YOUR POCKET?