Before the Council, Devin was a normal human. They had a normal life, and did normal things. They were a Nobody, just another face in the crowds. Never noticed, never quite there.

And that was just the way they liked it.

Naturally, when the inevitable old stranger showed up late one night, claiming that they were the chosen one, Devin felt inclined to refuse.

It was a strange offer, really.

How could they even believe it was true? Other worlds? Cracks in existence? Fourth wall... rebuilders?

"Ahem," The figure interrupts their thoughts, drawing them back to reality.

Devin sighed. It was late, and they were too tired for this. "Okay. Let's supposed your little 'Council' is real. Why, and why me?"

"You don't believe me, do you."

"No. It's midnight and you're standing outside my window, why do you even know where I live?"

The figure only smiled mysteriously, and Devin resisted the urge to shove them off the building.

"Right. So it's just plot armour. Got it." They muttered sarcastically.

"This isn't a story, Devin. It's real, alright."

"Bet."

"You in or not? Stop wasting my time."

They hesitated. Did they really trust this insane person? Was the Council even real?

Their curiousity got the better of them. "Alright. But any funny business, and I call the cops. Deal?"

The figure grinned. "Thought you would."

And then they were gone, and Devin was left alone with their thoughts.

What have I got myself into now... they sighed. Well, they say curiousity killed the cat...

...but satisfaction brought it back, a voice echoed. Startled, Devin spun around only to find no one there.

"I'm just tired... and delusional... just tired" they reassured themself.

And with that, Devin sat down in bed, ready to forget about the whole encounter.

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(A/n whoops forgot this existed aaaa)