>*Knock*
>"Come in." I say without looking up from newspaper.
>"Uhhh...hey dad. I'm...can you open the door for me?"
>I sigh and set down the newspaper.
>Pretty bright out today, must be hot.
>I begin to open the door...
>It's a flood of light that makes reel back.
>"Ah! What in the hell!?"
>I see the door slightly widen and my daughter's head peeks in.
>"Hi...dad! I'm...home!"
>She's a literal angel, I mean, I called her that before, but what!?
>"What in the blazes happened to you?"
>"I really don't know...I just had this vision and got really scared and wanted to go home. Next thing I was here!"
>Her eyes flash and she creates a lance of pure radiant energy that blasts a shadow creature from behind me.
>"And those things too! They just started appearing, but I can only see them."
>Great...alright let's think here. Dinner, that's something I can think of.
>"Alright, come inside. We need to know what we are having for dinner."
>Her face exasperates and I feel like my soul is being judged on the spot.
>"Really dad!? Dinner! Ugggh, why not spaghetti!?"
>Two plates of freshly cooked spaghetti appear .
>I taste it...
>"Needs a bit more spices, bit too bland. Not bad for instant manifestation. But seriously what the hell happened to you? You just don't get this power for free!?"
>She shrugs her shoulders.
>"Alright...who to talk too then."
>"Wait...I think am getting another vision. I'll go check out, just stay here dad!"
>Stay here!?
>Before I can manage to talk some sense into her I'm waking up in bed.
>It's 7am the next day!
>"Sorry dad! But I think you might enjoy this. You're perfectly safe too!"
>What do you mean perfectly safe-HOLY SHIT
>"Sweetie, what did you do!?"
>"I just made the world a bit better while you were asleep."
>Now living in some stereotypical heaven and my daughter is watching me from the sky.
>"Is the pasta still in the kitchen?"
>"Yes, but this time it's made from the seared flesh of demons! Should have that extra spice!"
>"Good...job...?"

Bros I am scared, the government will sponsor some sort of a job training for me, and I could choose any, but of course I have no skills worthwhile in the workplace, I have no idea what job would fit me, I have a hunch any job will turn my life into a nightmare. Anyway, I took the offer and I will be trained in operating some sort of construction site machinery like a backhoe loader. Frankly, I have no idea what they are and what makes one different from another. I am interested in history and gardening, both fields that offer no employment opportunities for me. I am scared of having to look for work in this rather brutal and demanding field but I have no better ideas, and neither does my family and even the social workers whose job it is to guide people like us. So wish me luck I guess. Maybe I'll finally leave this hole after ~4 years of neetdom.
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How do you find a mentally ill gf? I can't imagine attracting a normie woman. Gimme a Misaki