Shock And Awe! (An Interactive Male reader Story)

Another day, another migraine

Chapter 1:

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You slam your hand to your side to shut your alarm clock up. You feel wide awake, but knowing how many times you woke up before, with an obnoxiously loud alarm clock, you'll feel sore due to dehydration. It's a good thing you adapted, and kept a glass of cold water-turned-warm next to your nightstand. You checked the clock, it was "5:45". You feel like an idiot making yourself suffer because you wake up early, and yet you complain about it. It was your idea, because it gives you more free time in your house until you go to school. Don't blame yourself, we've all been there, suffering from our successes. If that success is getting a ton of rounds shoved in your eyes every morning, yep, living the dream. You drowsily put your feet down the side of the bed, yawned, and stretched. Your morning breath wafts through the air as you sighed, this makes you chuckle for some reason. You then drank the glass of warm water on your nightstand...the water, despite lukewarm, soothes your throat a bunch. It ain't enough to fill the void in your soul, or the aches in your entire limbs, but hey, least you feel energised. You look at yourself in the mirror, studying yourself from head to toe, toe to head, sometimes glancing down to look away from your own face. You're somehow insecure about your own looks, you ain't ugly, unless you taught yourself to think you're ugly, then yes, you are ugly. You wipe your eyes to get rid of the pesky eye boogers that kept making you feel as if you're blind. Better get to the sink to make it more effective. You're standing in your pajamas, or, your underwear. You tried going to sleep one time wearing long sleeves like the others wore, but you prefer the cold to take you to dream world. Even though the cold is the main reason why you kept getting colds. Well, just like that ice woman say in the cartoon, "The cold never bothered me anyway". You decided to dress yourself up, as to not appear like a goblin going out of its cave. The whole endeavour took a minute, because you stumbled and fell on your own ass the moment you tried putting your pants on. You go outside your room, to either wake your parents up, or greet them and eat your food. They too adapted to your nocturnal assignment, they get up quite early, though you know it's uncomfortable for them, knowing they have jobs. As the light of the hall blinds you, you almost tripped when you were met by your house cat. You pick her up, and pet her. Her purrs calm you down and relieve some stress you accumulated when you're busy thinking about very unlikely scenarios that hurt your feelings. Eventually, you put her down, and watch her run down the hall, and hear her hit her head. You're surprised she hasn't gone paralysed for the amount of "Hunting" she keeps doing. You and your dad named her "{Your cat's name}" {If you don't have a cat, then the default cat's name is "Captain Whiskers".}. You stumble inside the bathroom, and splash some water in your face to wake your nervous system up, so you no longer rely on your instincts. This, however, caused your sleeves to get wet. Oh well, people have it worse in the Philippines. As to what your mom keeps saying. You walk to the living room, only to see your cat sleeping on the couch. Your dad forbid your cat from sleeping on the couch after since she shat on it one time. She had to go, plus the ship stumbled upon a hurricane. You had to wake her up, and carry her to her cat bed. She didn't get mad, fortunately. You walked to the dining room, to see your dad cooking. Your dad, well, became self-employed when he had to remove a kidney to avoid a tumour killing him. You're glad he's alive, but you sometimes miss it when he gets drunk. Of course, your mum doesn't like it. You greet your dad, he replies with a grunt.

Y/N: What's for breakfast, pa?

Your dad's name {Default dad's name if you don't have a dad is "Pops"}: Hotdog and eggs. Times are hard in St. Gloriana, son.