1 That Guy

The clicking sounds of the keyboard button could be heard in the dark room, with the computer display the only source of light other than the table lamp. The sound of typing stopped as the boy picked up the pen and began to write numerals on the paper.

 A minute passed, followed by two and three. The white paper was filled with all sorts of diagrams and numbers, getting more and more confusing with each passing minute.

"Tskekkeeekekekeeekeke….Ahahahaahaaa!" The person began to laugh like a maniac as he realized that each time he solved the question, he got a different answer, and still none of them were even close to the options in the question.

 It was only a matter of minutes before he finally lost it. "For gods, shake! Why would you need me to calculate the velocity of a stone if I throw it out of the earth? No, no, better question. Is it even manly possible to throw a stone out of the earth?" Aryan almost shouted, pulling his hair.

 Aryan is just a normal teenager with a love-hate relationship with studies. 6 feet tall, adorned with jade black hair combed sideways and a defined body structure, one could easily mistake him for a model rather than a student struggling with physics equations. It's a shame; he is still single.

'Why' you ask.

 Simply because his otherworldly perfection has developed some prejudice about him in society, girls won't approach him because he's probably got a girlfriend, or if he approaches a girl, he's such a playboy.

 Sigh! You will never understand the pain of being handsome. What? Still don't believe me?

Okay, here is a scenario. Imagine yourself sitting in a park, minding your own business, when some random stranger asks you for love advice.

 At this point, people had stopped asking him whether he was single or not, but rather, 'How many girlfriends do you have?' Like, do you believe girls are sold in a mall or something? What do you mean by how many?

 It was solely for this reason that Aryan was never able to make true friends or anyone he could talk with. He used to spend most of his time playing video games or solving equations.

"Fuck the test; I better watch some anime instead." He said it out loud, closing the current tab to open a site. That's when he noticed an unknown icon on his desktop screen. From the looks of it, the icon resembled a black tattoo, but due to its small size, he wasn't able to see its clear shape.

'Now, what's that Pokemon?' he thought, almost without hesitantly clicking on it. As soon as he did, a large page of instructions opened up, written in some unknown language. Aryan looked at the screen for a second and hummed,

"Oh well, whatever," he said before he clicked on [accept all terms and conditions]. As soon as he did, the computer screen flickered twice before turning back to normal.

 "The hell was that, some bugged file?" He asked, getting up from his chair when he noticed another flickering in the lights. But this time, it was not just his computer screen but the table lamp too.

 Aryan bit his lips, stepping back from the electric board. He looked through the window. Not just his, but the whole city's lights were flickering continuously.

A sense of unease crept over him as he realized the flickering was not limited to his immediate surroundings. Aryan quickly reached for his phone to check if there was any news or alerts about a possible power outage in the city, but the phone remained out of network.

 "That's suspiciously weird," Aryan said. This was not something normal, considering he was in a 'tier A' city where everything pretty much depended upon electricity and the internet. He was still considering possibilities when he felt his body shaking slowly.

 Not just his body, the computer, the fan, the clock on the wall—everything shook as the ground began to tremble. The sounds of thunder were audible throughout the dark city as a vortex of clouds began to rotate in the air.

"It's a fucking earthquake, thunderstorm, and power fluctuation." Aryan tried to make sense of things when his mind clicked on the blue light on the computer screen.

Flickering constantly, a series of numbers and alphabets continued to appear on the screen in the same unknown language as earlier.

 As intelligent and cool-headed as Aryan is, he always has this gut feeling when he is about to be screwed up. And the feeling was now.

"Gulp!" He swallowed the heavy lump in his throat as he dashed towards the window to take a jump from the 3rd floor he was living in. "Bones can be repaired as long as I live." He shouted, sliding the window open.

 But just as he was about to jump out of the window, he sensed an unknown light behind him. A large magic circle flickered as it appeared on the ground, and before Aryan could know it, his whole surroundings turned into white light, and his consciousness slowly faded away.

 The light continued to grow bigger and bigger into a sky beam, hitting the very center of the vortex cloud formed in the sky. Everyone in the dark city was watching this phenomenon; some even began to record things with their phones.

Until, slowly, the light disappeared, leaving nothing but a 100-meter-wide car behind. Neither the source of Aryan nor anything about the 12-story building that once stood there.