「The day before hell」

  Waking up from his bed, an average man got up, put on his work suit and ate a simple toast with butter before leaving.

  His walk was so average that anyone could copy it with no effort.

  Walking along a sidewalk, his clothing was as normal as one could get, his suit was that of an average financial consultant of an average real estate agency.

  「What was once an average day would be known world wide as the final day in heavan. For everyone.」

  Making it to a simple train station, he waited for his train at the station.

  After the usual ten minutes, the train finally arrived as he moved forward with unconscious movements.

  「My body so used to the everday life, I moved without having to think, my body so used that I could walk to work without even thinking once.」

  The train was always crowded, meaning he was always squished inbetween the same doctor and janitor.

  「Those two... she would become hells greatest doctor while the other would be known as the great cleanser.」

  Finally, the train stopped at his stop. The same ten people poured out as he left, a teacher, a two school girls, five coworkers and a couple.

  「Those people... I cant remember their faces, it has been years, i can't remember.」

  Walking to his workplace, he followed the same path, maintaining an average pace unconcsiously.

  Passing by shopping districts, his face shone through the reflectons, so average that no one would ever remember it.

  He would be lost in a crowd and no one would be able to tell him apart from anyone else.

  Finally, making it to his workplace, the logo remained fixed, a house on waves. The name of the company never changing in all his years of working.

  「Real Estate Agensea. A dumb name if i say so myself, yet i still worked there.」

  Walking in, the calm AC of the building kept it at an average temperature, the same one that would never make you shiver or sweat.

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  He made it to his office, a simple 5.5 was on his office door under his name.

  Entering, his office was as average as any office, a simple desk and chair near the wall with a computer on top, his desk had a single pen with a plaque, his name with Financial consultant underneath it.

  His work day remained the same, he would help and advice customers and contractors.

  His work day was average and went by like wind. Soon, the day ended as the sun set.

  Getting up from his desk after finishing with his last client. He packed up his supplies and fixed his desk.

  He, then, began to leave the workplace, not wanting to talk to anyone.

  Reaching the train station, the same ten people were also there waiting.

  Soon, his train came and he boarded with the same unconscious movements from before.

  soon, his day ended as he made it to his stop, only he left on this specific stop.

  Who was this man?

  Why was he so average?

  「To anyone reading this, i am John John. My life was normal, until...」

  Walking along the sidewalk, John, an everage man was coming back after another days of work.

  He worked as an office worker, a regular office worker in an average company, Real estate Agensea, as a finance consultant.

  His days were average. Wake up, eat breakfast, take the train to work, work from nine to five, come back, eat dinner, sleep.

  He is an everyman, a trope, an average joe.

  He is J, John.

  His friends would call him J.J, not much but it gave him enough uniqueness.

  "Yo John!"

  While walking back home from the train station, he heard a masculine voice from behind.

  Usually he would ignore such call outs but he was more energized than usual, so he turned around to see his neighbour running up to him.

  「Michael, he was slightly special, not like that, but he was a great guy.」

  "What."

  His voice, tired and annoyed, leaves his mouth in a lazy manner.

  "Thats no way to talk to a friend!"

  The neighbour put his arm around John with a friendly aura.

  "I'm not your friend."

  「How regretful, he was my only real friend.」

  John wished to lay on his comfy bed and rest after a day of hard work but someone was keeping him here.

  "C'mon! A simple hello!"

  "...hello."

  Patting John's shoulder, the neighbour left while waving.

  "Alright, I'll get out of your hair!"

  Waving his wave off, John continued to walk home, uneventful.

  Finally, reaching his home, a simple one story building for lonley men, he entered the usual darkness that he was accustomed to.

  「My home, more like a prison, was what kept me from going insane from the constant patterns of daily life.」

  Walking in, John closed the door behind him, his body moving on its own to the kitchen to begin cooking dinner.

  「My daily dinner is not so healthy, usually leftovers, but the final normal day was different.」

  John opened the fridge, nothing except for a few instant noodles.

  "Damn it..."

  Taking one of the cups, he began to heat up water.

  「I still remember the taste of that cup noodle, disgusting and stale.」

  Throwing the empty cup in the trash, John headed to his bed, a simple king sized bed.

  Throwing himself on the bed, he began to drift into a dreamworld, the fatigue of the day washing away.

  「That was the final normal day, my final sleep where i wasnt worried for my life.」