The creature leapt at him with drooling fangs and hissing tongue. His first instincts kicked in as years of fighting back against bullies had programmed him to fight. His brain flashed to all the anime he watched on his first time. He took a strong step forward meeting this creature with a free hand now balled into fist.

“DETROIT SMASH!!” Shouting to heavens in hopes to gain power in his strike. The fist bash into the creature's face. The force of the strike blew the creature back into the room it had come from. A tooth knocked out of its mouth from the force of the blow. The doors were blown off their hinges from the weight of the bug.

Anon looked down at his fist confused. The strange pony insect thing was lighter than it looked perhaps? Or maybe those hours weren't wasted after all. He looked at the thing in front of him who was now twitching and out of it on the ground. Shining his light forward the rest of the room was illuminated.

It was a large circular room. As tall as it was wide like some kind of grand hall. In the center of the room was a broken table along with six broken thrones in various states of decay. The whole room was that way in a sense. Torn banners and more boarded up windows. His attention moved back towards the bug on the ground. He didn’t want it waking up attacking it again. He didn’t even know what the fuck it was.

This was made clear to him though. This wasn't a dream or some weird prank. His fist had made contact for sure. Scanning the room again. He did see a number of doors. One that looked like the closest of some kind. He began to drag the creature behind him. Holding onto the phone in his mouth for the light. “OK…You’re heavier than you look.” Adrenaline was hell of a thing.

Opening the door he found himself correct. It was some kind of storage space for this room. It had extra banners and odds and ends. He tossed the insect in and closed the door. Sadly there was no long on the door. He pushed a piece of broken table in front of the door encase bug-o decided to wake up from its forceful nap.

Expelling the phone from his mouth. He could finally look around the room without issue. Though there wasn’t that much in there. Everything looked picked clean. The shelves of books in the back of the room were bare with only a few things left on it. He still found himself walking towards the shelf. He grabbed what few books were left. Cracking them open, shaking the dust free that caused him to cough up a lung.

He understood some of it. It was at least written in english. Which was surprising but, some of it was weird. It talked about magic and how to use it. Weird symbols in the books. He swore to all the old gods and new if he had been isekai. He was going to find a way to punch said gods. Then again remember being hit by truck-kun.

When he put the book back something else drew his eyes almost unnaturally. It was purple and weathered looking with a horseshoe on the spine of it. He began to reach for the book when heard the sounds from the closet. The insect inside the closet was beating against the door over and over again. He nearly jumped out of his skin.

He had to do something about that or get out of here soon. He was about to turn back to the book when he heard it. Voices and steps towards the room he was in. He saw lights pouring in from the cracks in the door. Was it people? Was more of those bugs things?

[Anon is now less likely to run.]
[Anon is now more willing to fight.]
[Your choices matter.]

Author's Note

Sorry this chapter is shorter but, I really wanted to write more of this. I give you mroe choices now:

1. Grab the book and Run.
2. Grab The Book and Hide.
3. Just Run.
4. Stand your ground and see who it is.