DAY 0 Begins! (Future)

As his parents walk around upstairs, he hears the door open in the front. "Hello Sir," the voice says in a too calm voice. "I am your child care practitioner." "I have come to inspect one Byron Leighland?" Oh god. OH GOD. Did your parents call this...this person to come into your little slice of paradise? The only place you feel safe? To hell with that! Byron grabs his KEYBOARD and begins to formulate a conspiracy. "This KEYBOARD was used to hide the bullet that killed JFK!" The KEYBOARD snaps into place on his sling over his back, and he runs up to lock his door. As the footsteps near the opening, he quickly pulls all 3 of the locks shut. He hunkers down near the steps with the RUBBER BAND GUN out and loaded. He prepares for the worst. He hears his father struggling with the door and soon retrieves a OmniTek™ Unlocker. When did he have the chance to splurge on that!? The door opens and Byron sees the dull, distasteful look of the Practitioner as he gazes through the room. "Ugh! What is that rancid odor?", he cries as he backs away from the seething stench emanating from Byron's sanctuary. Byron drops the stink bomb he crafted out of day old Twinkie shoved into a bag of half eaten DORITOS. He looks for a way to escape being examined, as all 15 year old adolescents do in the City-State of New Atlanta, but he feels his fathers rough grip on the back of his hood. They pull him out into sunlight and he sneezes at the quick change in brightness. His father drops him onto the couch of the moderately sized house and they start talking to him. He decides to tune it out as he looks into the mirror across from him. He has gained some weight, but according to New Atlanta standards, he is still pudgy, not fat. His brown hair definitely needs to be brushed, or at least combed, and he needs to change his clothes. The Practitioner begins chastising his parents for Byron's lack of sunlight, and his below average strength and stamina. They will be fined, and it is all Byron's fault. But in Byron's happy little world, he doesn't care, it's not like he will amount to anything at this point anyway. But now his daydreaming is getting a little too deep, and a little too depressing. As his parents shoo him away, to try and plead with the Practitioner, Byron walks into the room he never used as anything more than a glorified closet. He grabbed his "Coolest" clothes and put them on. He decided to see if there was anything new for him to play and looks around. He grabs Final Fantasy XIXXIX and tries to get back into his basement of solitude.

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