Anon drops out of the sky

Anon wz doin wot evry Anon does, bn boring, & browsing a site caL '4chan'. It felt lIk he c%d rly b a douche of d centRe on DIS site. Hs scrEn nAm wz normally 'sage', bt dat doesn't m@R rght nw. He wz sitN @ Hs computer, doin Hs usual bullshitting, wen a straNg post comes ^. He's on /mlp/ & it references directly towards him. He, bn 1 of curiosity, he reads d post. It's pritE werd t%.

dEr Anon Y. Mous, (i.e "Sage")

I hav a propositN 2 mAk 4 U. Knowing dat U browse dEz boards a lot, I suspect dat U wiL c DIS. Now, only U cn c DIS msg. straNg right? I spos so t%. It's almost... Unreal, so 2 spk. Now, bak 2 wot I wz saying. I wiL GIV U DIS 1 chaNc 2 do somTIN w yor Lyf insted of shitposting on dEz boards. aL U hav 2 2 do reply, & you'll b fiN.

"How duz DIS guy knO my name?" He askd himsLf. He clicked rply & started typing.

k, what do U wnt me 2 do?

He smiled @ Hs purposefully pOr grammar. usu doin things lIk dat cn mAk things go 1 way o NothA.  d 'refresh' counter hit 0, & NothA post came ^ onto Hs scrEn.

First, uz propR grammar. I knO damn weL you're capable of such things, U wiL ruin yor chaNc f U do yor normL things.

Second, I knO wot you're doing, & wen you're goin 2 it.

Now DIS had Anon 1dering. He thN st%d ^ & flipped Evrywhr n d r%m off w Hs customary 'fuck U fingers'. NothA post popped ^ on Hs scrEn.

R U done?

"I M now, thanks." He paused. "This BetA not b som werd (_!_) Matrix shit."

It c%d b. nw do U wnt 2 knO wot I've pl& 4 you, o not?

Anon froze solid. He didn't hav a mic coNectd 2 Hs tower, so Y d hell did dat jst work? He sat bak dwn & nodded. w8N 4 a rply. aftR bout a 3 min. wait, d chunk of txt finalE came Thru.

SBTA 4 d W8.

wot I'm bout 2 do, iz somTIN dat evrEbody hz seemed 2 fantasize bout. U cn chuse whch wrld (dimension) U wnt 2 find yorself n. I'm bn v straight-to-the-point, cuz I only hav so much tym b4 DIS portal closes. U hav two choices. One, stA whr U R n a run-down apartment working @ McDonalds, OR, U cn go inside yor closet 2 go 2 d plAc you've alwys wntd 2 go. I've cn yor greentext stories. U hav ~ 5 mins 2 chuse b4 yor F8 iz decided.

"Choices huh?" He slumpD in2 Hs chAr. fEln d fatigue frm lst nights shift @ McDonalds. He gazed @ Hs closet, whch mAd him smirk. He st%d up, & lookd out d window 2 c d smoggy ciT b4 him. He grabbed Hs man-purse frm d side of Hs dsk & started loading ^ things, glancing @ d time, he had bout 1 min. L. He had Hs laptop, charger, 3 bottles of water, & a Nutribar. He opened ^ Hs closet & dashed n. He had expected 2 run in2 d bak of Hs closet & fEl lIk an idiot, bt dat wz not wot he got. He insted got a whirring rotation of flashing lights, hI winds, & d swNd of Hs high-pitched scream.

The flashing lyts vanished, bt wot came NXT nErly scArd him 2 def. sevrl thou feet ^ in2 d air, he wz falling.