Greetings! The name is Time Lizzy, or Time as my friends call me. They/Them pronouns. I love to try new things, draw, sing, dance, garden, and I do some witchcraft in my free time. I'm a Hetalia role playing partner if you guys are interested.
It is the year 3001. You are a digital archaeologist responsible for digging up old data from the forgotten parts of the internet from years ago. You stumble upon a prompt blog from the early twenty-first century. Scrolling through it, you stumble upon a single post that has not a single note in the middle of a flourishing archive of prompts. It simply says, “We have been waiting for you, Amigo. (:”.
“That’s strange.”
You scroll through the thousands of other posts on the blog, each with thousands of notes. It was a fairly consistent pattern, although some were obviously more popular than others.
Why was this last one different?
You stare at the words again, trying to make sense of the lack of notes.
“We have been waiting for you, Amigo (:”
Deep inside you feel a tug of regret. From reading through the blog you can see the obvious friendship between the group known as “the Amigos.” A small part of you wishes that the message was for you. You look around your empty room with a sigh. It just was not meant to be.
With a grin you reach out to tap the “like” button. The small notation of “1 note” appears briefly, but then fades away.
“Strange…” you try to click it again, but before you do everything fades to black.
…
You wake up in a brightly colored room. There are thousands of people grouped together, talking, laughing, joking around. One person stands in front of them all, holding a hand out to you with a bright smile.
The notes in your middle school lunchbox are normally something along the lines of “Love you -Mom.” Today you find two words scribbled in your mother’s handwriting- “Help me”
Prompt Guy is your new roomate. He’s pretty chill, but there’s an incredibly large number of mystical creatures that seem to have an agenda against him, and its a bit tiring to constantly be on guard for evil spirits and angry beasts
Magic can only be performed by twins, and only so long as both of them are alive. You’re the third-born of a set of triplets. Your elder siblings are mages, and you aren’t. At least, that’s what you’ve told everyone. Truth is, you’ve got a new kind of magic.
Finally, the ultimate MMORPG has been created, unlimited choice and room to grow and expand your character. There’s just one issue, it’s so realistic, nobody can remember which life they are living, and which is the game.
Your father, a famous escape artist, has died suddenly. However, you receive a letter from him days later, with words scribbled on the envelope. “My child, you will play an integral part in my greatest feat yet: my escape from the afterlife! Instructions inside.”
