The idle chirping of birds could be heard as the sun's rays slowly poured through my thin curtains into my room. Low hums of starting cars were muffled as the working class of my neighborhood drove off to their jobs, showing that I was up way too early. I would still be asleep if it weren't for my pounding headache that was demanding attention from me. I knew I was going to regret my drunken escapades in the morning.
By now the natural light had creeped its way onto my bedsheets, turning my secured cocoon into an oven.
With an irritated groan, I flung my blankets away from me and winced at the pang in my head. "Yes, I know." I told my complaining head. No, I probably shouldn't have gotten that drunk last night, but the burning liquid was the only thing that quenched my hunger to hit something, or someone.
With a start, I heaved myself into a sitting position, cradling the pounding mass of my head into my hands, wincing each time the pangs came. I grumbled to myself and swung my legs over to the edge of my bed, unknowingly getting my foot caught on my bedspread that now drooped onto the floor. As I stood up, I realized with utter horror about my new found trapped situation and before I knew it, I was face down on the floor, glaring at the ground as my head pounded incessantly, feeling as if a sledgehammer was repeatedly hitting me instead of my brain. I might as well stay down here for a while.
As I turned my attention to the empty--or seemingly empty space that was under my bed. Standing in all its glory was the damn Ibuprofen I had been looking for restlessly last night, that caused my recordings and gameplay to be erased.
"Ya know what? Fuck you." I told the pill bottle as I reached for it, wanting to down all of its magnificent content to be rid of this ungodly migraine.
With a pop of the lid, I tipped the bottle back and only let 3 capsules pass through. When I swallowed, the dryness of my throat kept the pills in place and I nearly choked, but they finally went down and I sighed. I wished I had something to drink.
Sitting up with a new found energy, I smacked my lips together while scanning my room. The only thing I could find was an empty bottle of Jack Daniels and a few other kinds of beers and there was no way I was going to drink what could cause my demise...Not for a little bit, anyway.
"Might as well start the day." I decided, using my bed as leverage as I stood up, a few of my joints popping in the process.
"Geez, I sound old." I said, rubbing my temples as I walked towards my bathroom. My meds hadn't taken full effect yet, and I almost caused myself to become blind as I made the mistake of turning on the bright fluorescent lights.
"AH, fuck!" I hissed, shielding my eyes. I quickly turned off the light and washed my face in darkness, using all of my willpower to not think about a possible killer waiting to murder me as soon as I look up into the mirror. Drying my face, I entered back into my room and grimaced at the now blinding sunlight.
Walking over to the window, I fumbled around for the right string to close the devilish blinds, I let out a sigh of relief as I felt the familiar thread between my fingers and with a slight tug the once blinding light simmered down to a small glow.
I grumbled in distaste as I hobbled out of my small room into the hallway, groping the wall for much needed support. As I was walking towards my destination, I had a sudden spark of inspiration: I'm going get shit done today. A small grin soon made its way onto my face. Yep, definitely a good day to get shit done.
I finally found my oh, so lovely kitchen, the place that held all of humanities wants and needs: food.
I dragged my feet across the floor towards my mediocre refrigerator. I lazily yanked open the right door that contained all my liquids I needed and grabbed for a small water bottle to try and curve the parched feeling I felt. Long story short, I downed the whole thing. I mean, it wasn't much, but it did its job; keeping me satisfied, and I'm good with that.
Or are you?
No, I am. The water bottle helped me a lot, actually. I'm not thirsty, so...Wait, was that my thought process? It must have been, it couldn't be anyone else, right? Yeah, it's probably just the hangover talking.
I wrinkled my nose and made my way to the place where magic happens-my laboratory, if you will: my computer.
Which game shall I conquer today?
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FanfictionCryaotic, also known as Cry, is a famous youtuber whose channel is growing day by day. He is vieled by a shroud of mystery since no one knows what he looks like, excluding a few people. However, Cry's way of life is shaken to the core as he confront...
