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First the weird cake and the second I look on the computer I stole, there's some sort of community? Whoever named it is probably an idiot, but you guys seem nice enough!

[ There's a girl sitting at a desk in a dormitory looking room with a bunk bed in the background, but there are only enough things in the room for one person. She leans back in her chair, lifting her feet and putting them up on the desk next to the laptop and setting a plate with a piece of the cake on her lap, but points at the screen with two chopsticks. ]

From the looks of some of these posts, you guys have too much personality to be some kind of NPC network. There's no way you guys are from this world or I would've noticed you around already. Identify yourselves so we can get the annoying introductions out of the way. I'm Yuri Nakamura. You can probably just go with Yuri though, considering--

[ There's a knock and the door and Yuri looks back. A quiet girl's voice comes from behind the door. "Nakamura-san, can you just open the door? I don't have anywhere to sleep tonight.." Yuri turns around, dropping her feet to the ground again, and yells through the door. ]

Find somewhere else to stay, you've had all day! I'm not staying in the same room as one of you fake people! I gave you your things and I already flushed your key, so get out of here!

[ She turns back to the computer, both eyes closed as she sighs, then opens one eye to peek at the screen. ]

Where was I? Oh! Just call me Yuri. Then, it's your turns!

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They're not people, so it's not being cold. After today she won't even remember who I am and will have found another room like everything's completely normal and she won't care about it. They don't have emotions, they're just there to look nice. You can tell the difference between furniture people and real people after you've been here for a while.

Anyway, [ She points to the screen, using her other hand to set the cake on the desk, looking mildly annoyed. ] I asked for your name.

But what if she stayed there? Would she remember you tomorrow if she stayed there with you?

Yeah, but it doesn't mean much. She'd still be the most incredibly normal, emotionless, barely-qualifying-as-a-background-character person around, along with almost everyone here. I could hold a knife to the principal's throat and he wouldn't care in an hour or sit in class singing a crappy pop song at the top of my lungs and I wouldn't get in trouble.

Or are you guys something that God came up with to try to talk me into going with the flow so I could get over it and disappear already? If you know God, I'd be more than pleased if you'd send me in his direction!

Well, shit, I can see not wantin' to bother.So. What happens if you do somethin' real messed up and crazy? There some "weird" threshold where they all just stop seeing you?

They'll freak out like a normal person, then forget about it the next day. Answer my two questions now or I'm not answering anything else. Name and do you know God or not? [ She crosses her arms. ]

Is there a "normal" way to freak out? Part of messin' with people's that they got unique reactions... What if you just do somethin' weird for you? But, y'know, normal for everyone else. If you stick with one of those fake people long enough they oughtta know you, would they end up actually knowing you?

Let's figure yer one of 'em. And let's say I told'ja my name. If you were one of 'em and I introduced myself to you tomorrow like we never met, would'ja go with it?

You're real, though! I can tell, so if you were doing that you'd be faking. You ask questions, that's already a qualification for not being one of them.

Since you're intent on not answering, that gives me the right to just call you whatever I want then! Blockhead? Frizzles? How does Frizzles sound?

No, no, I'm definitely real. Yer set up's just fun to think about. So, if you robbed one of 'em blind, they'd be ripe for the picking again the next day?

Frizzles sounds more like someone with an afro or weird hair, don't it?

Maybe, but it's your name now. Nice to meet you Frizzles!

Now then, back to the questions. [ Because she's over it and you're seriously going to be Frizzles even if you give your name to her now, unless she changes her mind and picks something else. ] Pretty much the only thing that you can't do here is kill someone.

As for about the freaking out? Think of it like this: If you poke a girl in the ass, she'll either scream and slap you or run away. Those are basically the only two reactions they'd have. They've got more than one reaction, but they don't have a range of personalities. They're all really, really basic and don't have a huge range of reactions to things.

So, you're saying there's no sluts.

And? Why's a god puttin' you inside all that?

Nope. They've got the emotional ranges of Pocky sticks.

"Get over it and disappear already," basically.

Well, to answer yer question, only god-thing I know'd be more the opposite. She likes things messy and chaotic, so some kinda auto-fix don't sound like her bit.

She's probably not the one I'm looking for then. I'm looking for the one who's in charge of who lives and dies!

Couldn't a god like that just kill you if they wanted you gone?

Dead people can't die, Frizzles. Already been there.

So yer a zombie?

No, dead-dead. Speaking to you from the afterlife.

Heeeeh, so there really is one of them?

Only for people who got so screwed over by God during the short life they got to have. Then you get sent here and if you behave and go along with everyone else, you'll disappear and get reincarnated.

You do look kinda young to be dead normally.

So? Why don't God just admit he fucked up and throw you back to life like you are? You can't really call reincarnation a payback for gettin' cut off from yer real life. That's just rebuilding somethin' with the same materials and tryin' to say you never broke it.

You only get one life, it's not like a video game. Even if I came back there'd be nothing to come back to anyway so there wouldn't be much of a point! But, I'm not going to give up and disappear without putting up a hell of a fight.

What do you mean there'd be nothin' to go back to?

I told you already: the only people who end up here are the people who got screwed over during life. My brothers and sisters were murdered in front of me. The police got there just before I was killed too and I still ended up getting killed in a couple of years. Nothing to go back to.

So, yer just mad at God in general. No goal at all besides bein' pissed off and wantin' someone to take it out on.

Well there's not much to do here. Either you disappear or you act out. I'd rather act out with a goal than just dick around for the hell of it. If I disappear then everything that's me except for my soul goes with it. Memories, my life, my personality-- everything.