Symptoms (WH40k x BNHA)

Life Death Life

(Gonna try a slightly different style of writing with this fic.  Also the first chapter will be third person, but I'll try to make a lot of first person)

*beep beep beep b-*

An average hand slammed down on the infuriating little machine, it's piercing shriek silenced with the average fury of an average man.
He was woefully average, if a tad overweight. He had an average face, average voice, average personality. Hell, he even had average hobbies, likes and dislikes.
All of this averageness blended together to make the blandly average 17 year old, who was in the midst of his morning routine.
He opened his eyes slowly, an offending blade of sunlight peaking through the blinds, immediately finding its pointed blade directly on his eye.
Quickly flinching, he closed his eyes once more before letting out a groan.
Having only so much time before school he took upon him the responsibility of sitting up, inadvertently allowing him to dodge the sunlight.
Opening his eyes he made a slow look around the room, it's organized chaos coming together to craft his most comforting area, his bedroom.
Lazily releasing a yawn he stood up, thereafter quickly tossing the underwear and t-shirt he had slept in, and wore the day before, into his laundry basket.
Making his way towards his closet he swiftly opened it and grabbed a decent set of clothes. Turning around he made his way over to his dresser, atop it stood a stick of deodorant, not unlike a king surveying his domain.
Speedily he swiped it across his armpits once, twice, thrice, before laying it back down.
Rapidly he equipped his clothing for the day, a simple set of underwear, combined with a dark gray pair of basketball shorts and a normal grey t shirt, not a brand or design to be seen.  After two solid minutes of toothbrushing he was ready.

A quick walk through the house and he ended up in the kitchen, adjacent to it the dining room.
Peeking at the counter it revealed a note and a twenty dollar bill, no doubt from his mother telling him that she would be late getting home, and that he could get a pizza with the money.
And, what with his father out of town at the moment on a trip to visit family out west, that meant he had total rule over the house that day.
Smiling to himself he waltzed over to his backpack that sat on the kitchen table, all the essentials inside, on account of him forgetting to bring it to his room.
Placing its straps over his shoulders he snatched his wallet and key before heading to the door, it's location connecting it directly to the kitchen.

It was a cool day for mid August, likely due to the grey storm clouds that rapidly took control of the sky. 
The breeze washed over him, gently clinging to his clothes and hair, beckoning him to follow its path. 
Luckily for said breeze, he had to head in the desired direction, for that was where his high school was located.
It's location was near the center-point of town, it's proximity causing disgruntlement among stores owners due to the tendency of the more rowdy students to congregate within and around their business's.
This, however, led to the more peaceful residents avoiding the area around 2:00pm, and of course, shoplifting.

A swift quarter mile of traveling brought the young man to the outskirts of town, a large office building being built with the sweat of laborers and strength of tools.
One of such tools was a crane, built in the late 80's, its body having rusted a tad due to the years, and it's strength rapidly waning.
Of course, no one knew the latter, but it should have been discovered far sooner than that day.
As the young man made his way past the build site, an ominous creak arose from the crane he was walking about 30ft from.
It was still a normal day for him, wake up, physical maintenance, collect everything he needed, and head to school.
Of course today of all days things would change, after all why wouldn't it?
Couldn't this average boy live an average life?

The answer?

No

*ScrEEE-SNAP*

"Wha-?"

And then it was black

All consuming black.
No light.
No sounds.
Nothing.
It lost sense of time almost immediately.
How long had it floated in the black, a void of everything?
And so it floated.
And floated...
And floated...
And floated...

Suddenly with a great crescendo, a voice boomed from the black, and with that voice came a message.
A message so grand, so complex!  That no mortal could hope to hear it in a life time.

"Well this is unfortunate."