Ready Player One

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[First thing Michael notices is that his ass isn't planted in the beanbag chair he fell asleep in. What is being a senior for other than late night video game benders with your best friend in the world, right? Yeah.

Man is he stiff, though. He groans and shifts around, trying to get comfortable again. It fails miserably.

A moment later he opens his eyes with a big frown and sits up.

Definitely not his bean bag. Not his room??? He didn't even drink last night what gives...]

Yo, Jeremy, this isn't funny.

[He stumbles to his feet and stretches to get life back into his limbs. He's in some like old-fashioned sitting room? In a really uncomfortable chair. There's like a fireplace and shit.]

Who's house even is this?! How did you get me here? Jeremyyyyyyy!

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"Ehehehe..." [ Furious internal screaming. ] I'm afraid we don't have enough people here for one.

[Why does magical girl anime exist in her canon. God she's self aware. She knows. ]

And uh, sure, of a sort? [She sighs into a glove.] There's no big story or anything though. We just...live here. Sometimes people disappear. Some people are looking for a way out.

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Okay well here's a follow up for that: who is here? And we really have no idea why?

[That makes no sense. He doesn't like that. There has to be a reason.]

Well, does this property belong to anyone? OH! Damn, where are my manners? I apologize! I'm Michael!