Author’s note: Not only is Y/N graduating, but I am, too. My final wish is that you all let her die with me and grant me rest.
Y/N took her seat at graduation, looking around at her peers with pride. She was, once again, so tiny that she was absolutely swimming in the fabric of her gown. Tears filled her Gojo Satoru blue orbs, making her impossibly long lashes even longer for some reason. Her miniscule frame was whirling with emotions, just like the other (maybe not as miniscule) students around her. She was finally graduating high school.
She and her fellow graduates started walking across the stage, the only thing in her way being a small staircase… which she fell on, of course. Who would have seen it coming? Her porcelain face was just inches away from colliding with the hard metal or whatever the stairs were made of, when all of a sudden, a portal ripped open. She fell right through, screaming in a high-pitched voice (because her vocal cords were also petite).
When Y/N woke up, she was in a place she didn’t recognize. She woke up in a foreign bed, smothered by a scratchy red blanket. There was some hunky guy waiting next to her, probably with some stereotypical hunk name, like Chad? Chad works. Anyway, Chad was super hot, I guess, and he was drawn in a different art style, so that meant he was from another world.
“Where am I?” Y/N asked, delirious.
“You’re in Golgnnakhthnagkhtf,” answered Chad. He sounded like he was choking on a fishbone, because all fantasy names sound like you’re choking on a fishbone. “Our land is in great danger, and only you can save us, Y/N. You are the chosen one promised to be the dragon’s bride.”
“B-b-but I just want to graduate high school!” Y/N protested. “What do you mean I’m the chosen one?”
You know who else just wants to graduate high school? Me. The Wolf staff have chained me to a wall and they tell me, “Write Y/N doing things,” and they feed me gruel and stale bread. I get 10 lashings any time I fail to mention how microscopic she is. Her eyes keep getting bluer because I am slowly going colorblind. My final message to the world is to be cringe is to be free. Don’t let random people on the street kill your whimsy, because we’re all slowly dying anyway!
