Seth was sitting on his bed, looking at the ceiling, as he sighed loudly for the thousandth time that day "Bor-iiiing."
Seth was a brown haired, 22 years old boy, with brown eyes and a body a bit on the skinny sides with some "cool tattoos" on the arms. He looked a bit younger than he really was, like the eternal immature guy he was in his mind. He was supposed to be a student. But right now... he was just a prisoner in the state prison just outside the city.
"Hey, shut up!" said a guard walking past his cell door, and banging on it. "Just busy yourself instead of sighing all day long, you're pushing on everyone nerves with you constant "boring sigh" !"
"Can't help." said Seth with a wicked smile even if he couldn't see the guy outside his cell. "I'm bored."
"Then next time, don't end up caught in a chase with the police!" snorted the guard before Seth heard his footsteps going away.
Seth wasn't really your average responsible guy. He had always been troublesome at school, trying to look cool. He was beaten up by jocks a couple times, but it didn't stop him from going on with his jokes and cheats. He had been caught several times before by the cops for smoking weed, but only had to follow some courses with boring docs to resume with his chaotic life. He had done the tattoos to look even cooler, but to everyone, he was mostly a mess. His family included. And the more they were shouting at him, the more he was messing up until he ended up kicked out of his own house. He ended up on the local campus, registered as a student, but he would only go there for the parties. That's how he ended up taking too much booze and weed at once, and the last thing he remembered was driving as fast as he could in town, hitting a police car, and eventually, having something like ten cars and a chopper trying to stop him on the highway. Which they managed to do, when he stupidly crashed himself without help, too drunk and dazed to drive on.
He had been condemned to a two year sentence, and had been in there for one month. But that wasn't the worst part : when they arrested him, they searched the poor flat he rented with the weed money for drugs, and took his computer. And on it were hundreds of erotics stories he had been stocking in there for years. Stories about guys turning into girls, girls growing giant boobs, girls growing into giantesses, guys turning into hunks magically... If he wanted to look so cool, it was because he was afraid to look like a nerd if anyone were to find out the truth about his fantasies. And to his shame, the prosecutor had shown those at his trial to prove he was "wicked". And once the word had been out, even the prison guards and the other prisoners had heard about the kind of stories he loved.
He was bored in his cell, but at least, it was better than when he was in the common rooms or the prison gyms where people would bully him about it.
"Fuck them all." he whispered to himself, just before he heard a *thud*.
"What's that?" frowned Seth as he noticed something had fallen from the ceiling. A screw? Wait... no, it was something a lot bigger! Something looking like... a box? Seth opened it and found a voice recorder, with a letter on it. He read :
"Hi, whoever you are.
You don't know me, and as you'll read this, I won't even exist as a human anymore. In this package, you'll find the most powerful device ever. I took it from someone, and used it until I created my own paradise. Now, I don't need it anymore, and this device randomly chose you to become its new master. To help you gain a significant amount of time, just know that whatever you record in, even if it sounds impossible, will become the truth. Reality and past will change according to each word you say, so only you will know how the world used to be. Have fun with it, as much as I did.
You'd better believe this letter, or you'll regret all of your life. Give it a try, at least.
And just remember I existed, once.
Regards,
EJ"
Seth looked around. Was it a joke from a guard? It looked like something out from the stories he loved... it was probably a joke. But why would a guard take such a risk as giving a forbidden item to a prisoner just for fun? And how the hell did it make it fall from the ceiling? Seth searched for a trap... but saw nothing. Eventually, too curious, he decided, indeed, to give it a try. Something small enough so no one would make fun of him if it was a joke.
"My uniform isn't orange, it's red."
He always thought the red uniform of the high-security prisoners was making them show how badass they were at first sight. He pressed stop, and expected someone to laugh at him. But instead, he only heard a creaking sound.
"What the..."
Suddenly, he saw his uniform changing color, the orange going darker and darker, until it was exactly as red as the one he was thinking about. Then, he looked up in awe as everything in its cell was moving : some places were shrinking, others growing, furniture moving by itself... and a TV appeared, something only the high-security guys had so they wouldn't have to get out too much. When the movement stopped, Seth was sitting on his bed, but now in a red uniform, and in a cell with a different configuration, and everything dangerous prisoners had. Even the door was now looking a lot thicker. And the window was higher and smaller.
Seth noticed the newspaper he had above his desk changing. Before, it was the newspaper about how a drugged guy had ended up with ten police cars and a chopper chasing at him. Seth's pride. Sure, the newspaper was presenting him as a looser, but he didn't care. After all, ten cars and a chopper....
But now, the thing was blurry, before it went back to normal again.
Except the story was different.
Seth had been chased by twenty cars, not ten. Two choppers. And driving perfectly, had destroyed six police cars and hurt ten policemen before getting caught by a SWAT van on the middle of the road. The reason why he was now... a dangerous prisoner in a high-security cell.
"Crap. This thing change the whole reality." whispered Seth. "Just a change of uniform, and everything changed accordingly..."
He smiled. Wide.
"That's gotta be AMAZING!"
Tue Dec 08 00:00:00 2015