Ya think you can change my design from that Tuxedo boi to my Anime girl with Dorito Bag gahir, who’s face is pure white and has eyes and a mouth poorly drawn on there while a monocle is attached and is wearing a school outfit and occasionally sips a cup of tea, which has the words “XD” labeled on it? (I’m working on the XD thingo now) (/s)
Anyway, here's my surprise. It was a little rushed, but here's a portion of my literary talent:
The repetitive patterns of the precipitation echoed within the halls. Tinted daylight broke through the distorted panes, revealing a quite large, carefully colored desk. Residing on the spacious clearing, laid a long thin device. Its top was a glossy red, grooves indented in a horizontal pattern. In its center, the manufacturer’s logo stood, however overshadowed by the owner's; a capital ‘T’ and the number ‘2’, printed in bright, neon green. The small pinpoint light on the device's side suddenly switched from dull orange to faded white, indicating that the battery had reached its capacity.
The deafening noise of the rainfall and the stilling peace of the room were soon interrupted. Outside, a silhouette crept up the creaky boards to the entrance. From behind the heavy door, the clinging of keys and the clicking of tumblers could be heard. With a great heave, the door opened to reveal an indistinguishable figure, cloaked in darkness. As it stepped forward, the patches of light revealed certain details, but still hid the face. The brown casuals skidded across the floor as the blocky door closed behind them with the turn of the lock. Slowly, the being undid the not-exactly-rainproof apparel, then hanging it up and behind.
A light, yet exaggerated, exhale produced by the entity resounded within the room. It trudged over to the plugged device and opened it. A pitch black array of quadratic buttons were soon illuminated to reveal white letters, numbers, and commands. The above screen revealed the board, as with the rest of the room.
Light green walls wrapped around the small bedroom. Dotted throughout this intentional portal to the subconscious were objects that correlated to the occupant's interests; glass products depicting untraveled tourist spots, a large poster featuring a cartoonish character whose become the image of his franchise, a teetering stack of peculiar hats, and even a stuffed plush which looks as though it spouted from the media that shares his namesake.
The tint of the light source shifted drastically. On the monitor, a ridiculous image a man and a rabbit without a face, trapped in a speeding van took the full view. The lifeform tapped on a key, bringing about a field of entry. It was now that he decided to sit down. The old chair creaked and moaned and the person knew it, but he liked it. He didn't want to replace it. Felt that it was a reminder of the good ol’ days, whenever they were.
Asterisks flashed one after another on the single white space. The screen shifted again, revealing a grotesque hybrid of a rabbit and a sea of metallic wires, grasping for the audience. A pale hand reached for an unidentified object behind the monitor. The object was brought into view. The hand's index figure placed itself on one of the thin plates, while the rest of it rested upon the faded distributor. With a slash of the hand, a small arrow whipped across the screen to the solid green sidebar. It crawled up to a multi-colored icon and the pale hand in reality pressed down on the control, which clicked in response.
The screen shifted once more, this time to a pastel tint. As the dial on the controller spun, the stacks of text and colored dots sped up and through the tab. Past the reflection and glossy spectacles, his blue eyes sparkled at the excitement and good times that were only a glass pane away. As he reached the end of the submitted responses, his smile widened and murmured;