What I've been Doing With My Time

So I have this story that I've been writing for about a week now. Sadly, it doesn't deal with ponies, so I can't officially upload the story without implementing ponies in some way. It is a joke fanfiction made at Japanese style Visual Novel/Games, heavily inspired by Sakura Spirit. The only reason it's that way is because I was watching Game Grumps. That alone should give you an idea. So far, it's been getting along pretty well, and I haven't hit a wall yet where I have to stop and think about what is going to be next, or erase the previous paragraph so that it allows easier writing for the future. Anyway, I want to give you a small taste on that, and see how you guys like it. Every other story that I've been writing (All thirty six of them) have also been going good, as well as revising that one story I haven't updated in a while. Anyway, the small taste of whatever abomination was churned from my disease addled mind:

It was a bright, sunny Friday afternoon. I was enjoying myself, playing Garry’s Mod while listening to music. I was playing on a server I play on often called Super Nova Servers. It was a TTT, or Trouble in Terrorist Town, server, and I was an innocent that round. I had been playing for several hours, waiting for my parents to arrive home so that we could discuss dinner for the night. I was rather famished and didn’t want to snack on Goldfish and Cheez-Its and other assorted snacks hiding in the kitchen. I was wearing a dark grey T-shirt with the symbol for House Targaryen on it and the words written above it, with a thin, plain dark blue hoodie covering it almost completely. I had dark blue jeans on, with a belt attached. Strapped to a belt was a leather satchel and pouch, the satchel a plain color while the other had a custom etching on it. I had gone to the Washington Midsummer Renaissance Faire for my first time, and I was able to get enough cash together to be able to buy a large glass bottle, which I use almost all the time now, and a carrier for it, the pouch and satchel, and two necklaces. I wore them alternating each day. The glass bottle, which was fairly large, sat on the desk, filled with water. The leather carrier I had with it was still attached to my person.

It was my outfit from school, and I hadn’t changed because I was tired and just wanted to give my aching head a break from listening to monotony. I was listening to Metallica’s Black Album, headbanging gently as I was running around seemingly aimlessly in the game. At the back of my head, I felt something standing behind me but I thought it was mother, who got home first. I also thought it was later than I thought it was, considering the fact that she didn’t get home until four thirty in the afternoon. Pressing shift+tab, because it was a Steam game, I checked the time. It was only three fifteen. I blinked, stopping my music and pulling off the headphones, having them wrapped around my neck, before swiveling in my computer chair, catching sight of someone I had never seen before. I took one look and leaned back, my eyebrows raised. It was a female that was dressed to cover only the bare essentials, leaving little to the imagination. I couldn’t even describe the… clothing she wore with words that I knew. She also reminded me of an anime girl, considering how her skin was so smooth, without a blemish to mar her skin, and seemed to almost be drawn by a master artist. I was trying to keep a tight lipped straight face, but I couldn’t help but stare at her body. Wide hips and large breasts, seemingly without a shred of fat on her body. The game I was playing was all but forgotten. She was just staring down at me with a smile. Her lips didn’t move, but a voice echoed inside the room.

“Interesting…” She leaned down, staring me in the eyes. I stared back, narrowing my eyes slightly. “Very interesting…” She repeated, her eyes flicking towards the game, then back to me. “You might be what I need to save us…” She got closer, to the point where I could smell her breath.

“What do you mean?” I asked, finally saying something. She just smiled.

“I’ll show you.” She then pressed the palm of her hand to my forehead and uttered something in another language that I couldn’t even begin to decipher.