Remember your Dreams

Uppn realizing she sent the message to an unknown number she had slightly panicked but knew she couldn’t just leave, for that would be rude. [TEXT]: “Arousing you erm uh good to know, good to know miss Quintet ?” as she didnt really know how to interpret those words so she wouldn’t think about it. [TEXT]:“ And thats what it is well that type woman sounds pretty mean so im gonna have to talk to certain people about it, so i must thank you somehow for telling me about it”. 

Did she type something awkward? Well, this stranger better be sorry about waking someone up... normally. But this wasn’t quite the normal occurence to her, she felt the need to spread her wings, feel the sun, resume the role she deemed completed a good dozen a year ago.

...did this other person just instinctively call her a miss? She did feel like flexing her muscles a bit on that note.

[TEXT]: “They surely mean no harm. Depending on your disposition, their morale could increase significantly?”

[TEXT]: “I haven’t been out for a while so anything to meet up would be great! Here, let me add you for my contact info... oh, and don’t mind the avatar.“

@pixelswithpassion

It would seem after a busy day she would need some assistance when it came to modern day terms. As many young workers in the office would talk of things like “waifus” and “tsundere” , things she didnt really know much about. But with people frequently talking about it, ea was fairly curious about it so she decided to ask about it. “Excuse me i have to ask what exactly is a ‘tsundere waifu’, i keep hearing about it but dont know what it is?” as she eagerly sent this message, in her curious and overly excited state this maker had unknowingly sent it to the wrong number. 

The woman looked up at the experience of a familiar, worldly sensation, a buzzing sound that reverberated through her room. It felt surreal and nostalgic, foreign, but most importantly, awakening.

She had spent some time delving into various worlds, Four Goddesses Online, Mabinogion, Bible Quest, it’s been a few hours at best. Days. Okay, just maybe she didn’t count but the sound of her phone buzzing kind of woke her from talking to hip youth, but let’s see for now.

[NOTIFICATION]: You have 1 new message.

“...it’s been 14 years then? Wow, that’s rad.“ ...wait, 14 years? She spent 14 years playing dumb online games?! Yes, yes apparently so. Nevermind that, some stranger seems to have sent a mail to the wrong adress, now if that isn’t curious.

[TEXT]: “I have no idea who you are, but thank you for arousing me.“ [TEXT]: “From what I have perceived, a ‘Tsundere Waifu’ is the phenomenom of a woman that masks her intentions through harsh words. It is seen as quirky, mysterious and thus, appealing.” [TEXT]: “By the by, my name is Quintet, but you may also address me as Gaia, or Master, if you so will.“ [TEXT]: “Holerö.“