“Sayonara everyone~ thanks for coming!” Ash said in a happy bubbly voice as she went to her ending graphic. She sighed and rolled her chair backwards. “And now I’m back to being the real ash. Useless, unwanted ash.”
She got up from her chair and walked out of her bedroom, staring at the late night sky. Maybe she should do an ASMR stream tomorrow. As she stared out the window she saw a delivery truck pull up. Her neighbor was on vacation so she better go grab it incase it was theirs. She put on some slippers and walked out of her apartment.
“Delivery for Ash?” The man said, meeting her at the door.
“Wait what? Are you sure you don’t mean Kayano?” She asked and pointed at the door across the hallway. It was probably a gift from one of the thousand admirers that girl had.
“No ma’am, it’s addressed to Ash.” He said, looking at the door numbers and then holding out his clipboard. “Please sign here.”
“Huh… okay.” She said sounding confused and signed as instructed. Then she took the box inside. Once she opened it up she found a… recorder?
“Anything you say into this will become true.” She read the attached note. Hah! Hilarious. But well. Maybe she’d try it before bed, just for fun. She left it on the bed and went to get her shower.
While she showered she debated what to say into it, hardly feeling the water running over her petite body.
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