The morning of her birthday was no more exciting than any other day of her life, she got up. She made her bed. She got dressed. She made herself food. And then it was repeated .

"Life is such a boring task..."

The weary words from her lips, were a normal occurrence. It's not that she hated her life, she just ... Disliked it. Her mother, Mikatsu Tsukimo. This morning had given her the boot . Not a word of notice, just a packed case and a point.

"You are 18. You can't expect me to be tied down by you. So, I got you a place down at the beach, you love the beach right?"

The sheer look of anger, was easy to guess.

"I detest....the beach.... Layne....loves it..."

Layne, was her twin brother, exact likeness, apart from he was the smarter, more liked twin. She, was the whiny, clingy twin. Who grew up , in her mothers eyes, as the one that amounted to nothin while her brother went to university, she became a closet Otaku.

"Oh..well...uh... Whoops? Sun will do you good. You spend far too much time locked in your dungeon of a room. If you change enough . You can come home . "

It was easy to see, her mother hated her a lot . The reason? Rayne was an Otaku. If you don't know what it is, there are a lot of internet sources. Mainly. It meant she was an express lover of anime. However, her mother frowned upon it.

'When will you put this ridiculous fantasy away. I mean really Rayne . You are an adult. Stop indulging in this fairy tail, Layne went to college, you stayed and rotted away with this...this....OBSESSION"

The dim memories of that conversation, stuck in her head. Sitting in her room, she looked at her many anime posters and figmas . No regrets at all. She loved to post blogs about it. Loved to draw it and all art. Her newest fascination , was the phenomenon , CreepyPasta.

"Go...to...SLEEPPPP...."

The words, spoken by the infamous Jeffery Woods. The Chelsea smile known killer, scary to almost all that knew nothing of him. But to her. He was quite the extraordinary her life needed . A killer? She wasn't , obsessed with this . But the thrill of it. It would be an exciting notion, wouldn't it?

"Your time is UP"

Came the voice blasting from her tv, she had a tv that enabled the use of YouTube . The owner of the voice was Samantha, aka, Clocksworth. A girl who through years of abuse, lost her sanity after her boyfriend dumped her, in a way, she admitted to admiring her, the way she kept to loving the things she cared about.

"Anime...CreepyPasta....I wish...even for a day...it'd be amazing..."

Rayne stated as she bit a chunk of the sandwich she had in her hands, eyes glued to the tv, from her line of hearing over the voice of the famous MrCreepyPasta. The doorbell buzzes , taking off her head phones she sighed,not wanting to stop the voice of the amazing story.

"This better be a damned emergency...or, a dead body...to make me miss Mr

CreepyPastas live reading...I swear to god.."

She sneered as she tore away from the voice, opening the door, there was a black package tied with a red ribbon. It stated, open in secure area. Make sure room is dim. Rayne didn't understand but brought it in.

"A puppy...it has to be, such a big box..."

She murmured to herself , turning off her tv. She missed the epic live reading anyway, closing her curtains, she sat in front of the large box. There were Japanese words, she had guessed it must be her grandmother. The woman accepted her as she was.

"I love Grammy"

She smiled as she opened the box, her smile faded . It was a letter, a letter she never wanted to see. Her grandmother was dead, she passed away at the age of 102 . Sighing, she took out a smaller box, it had a message on it.

'To the possessor of this item. Please read this. This remote control is from the deepest trenches of a Japanese temple. It is endowed with a curse. A blessing to some. To use. Point at a source of entertainment, specifically a television. Use only on the stroke of midnight . If television is left on after 3 am, we are not held accountable for, injury, death or dismemberment. Enjoy your new remote.'

A puppy...would of been so much more welcomed than this present...but if her grandmother had sent this, it must be important. Looking at the clock, it was 11:30 she had half an hour , she was pretty curious about this 'cursed' remote . If it really DID work...she's the happiest fan ever . This must be a birthday wish.

"This might just be the best and most not boring day of my life."

Plugging her headphones back in, she watched some of the Kill La Kill anime, up until 11:45 switching the tv off she pondered on the show that she'd use the remote on. If it even worked. Biting her lip, she looked at her watch 11:50 she took a breath and decided.

"Okay...let's do this. "

The clock ticked on to 11:59 at the stroke of midnight ,she switched on the tv, digited in the channel and watched the screen for Pokemon load up. It was her favourite child show. So why not? Watching , she kept her eyes glued for any strange things. The hours went on and her disappointment built.

"What a total..crock..."

Rayne stated as she plugged her headphones in, falling asleep to the sound of the Pokemon theme as it started the episode. Her eyes shut and her head lulled as she completely forgot the rule of the remote.

'Do not leave on after 3am...'

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