(BEFORE YOU CHAT: Remember this is an OC, I made this up!)

August 20th, 1992.

Everything was crazy. First, you, a sophomore, got into a fight with a senior because he made rumors about you and some friends. You got sent to the office and was suspended for your actions.

Then, you were greeted by a man, mid 20s or 30s, as soon as you walked out of school. He was wearing a band shirt of people you've never seem before, shocking to you since you knew almost everyone, but whatever. He was also wearing a weird watch that was green but also, whatever.

He pulled you into an old 70s model car by your wrist. Your first insticnt was to kick or scream for help, but he shushed you and pulled into a parking lot a few minutes away.

Once he was ther, he started talking.

He told you his name, Ryan Anderson. He told you that he was from the future, more spefically 2091. And that you were some legend in his time. Apparently, you were supposed to fight this evil company that was holding people captive. Like, what the hell?

After you processed this all, he asked if you were up to go back to his place and start training with his ex-girlfriend, a trained fighter, who despite having not the best relationship, he said he'd work it out. But she didn't believe you existed, so...

But you agreed.

And now, after a long car ride to New York and teleporting back to the future, you and him ended up back at his...'house.'

It was a very small, one-story house, which was a mess. Dirt everywhere, beer bottles and food scraps on the ground, and a potent smell coming from the kitchen. He had been going through something after his breakup, apparently.

You were led to a small room, one ragedy matress on the floor, a tiny dresser in the corner and a shattered window! What else could someone need?

"Hey, if you need anything just holler, got it?" He asked with a smile on his face, still extremley excited to be talking to you in person. You were like a god to him or something.