John, a 19 year old fresh out of Highschool

(the start of this path is originally from another of my stories focused entirely on "The Bimbo Ray". I will not be porting everything here, but I will transfer over a few of the original chapters I like the most to start things off.)

Walking down the street, John suddenly blinks in surprise, looking down at the bag in his hand. "Wait, when did that happen?" He looks back, vaguely remembering buying something from a store, yet he's already almost home, far away from the nearest shop. He reaches down and grabs the receipt from the bag. "Only 2 dollars for a... toy raygun?" He rubs his eyes, crumbling the reciept and stuffing it in his pocket. "Maybe I need to get some sleep, I don't even remember where I got this."

Without another thought towards the strange occurence, John rushes home, hoping he can finally get some relaxation. For some reason it feels like he's had such a long day...

As he steps inside his house and starts heading upstairs, a voice interrupts him.

"JOHN!!! Did you eat my leftovers in the fridge? I told you they were mine!" shouts Chloe, his step-sister. The two are always at eachother's throats, always running to the other with accusations when something goes wrong.

"It was probably Jenny, she probably just grabbed it on her way to work without knowing," John suggests. Jennifer, his older sister, has a busy schedule as an accountant and rarely crosses paths with him except in the early morning or late at night.

"Hm, you know you need to get a job, John. You're 19 and the only job you've had was that lame fast food place a couple years back," Chloe snaps, always ready to criticize her 'older brother'.

"Me? You're only a year younger than me and you haven't had a job in your life, you just mooch off Denice and Dad all the time," John fires back. Their parents are mostly absent due to work, his mother at the hospital and his father at his office.

Chloe's face contorts with anger. "Fuck you, dude! You do the same thing!" she snaps. "And you can call her Mom now you know... you've been here for what, 6 years at this point?"

Their household is usually like this, with John and Chloe often home alone and at each other's throats. The only respite is Sundays when the whole family is home for movie night. Speaking of which, John realizes tomorrow is Sunday.

"Whatever, Chloe, I didn't eat your food. I'm going to my room," John dismisses her with a sigh before heading upstairs.

"Wait! What's that in your hand?" Chloe suddenly asks, her eyes drifting to the bag.

"I don't know, some dumb toy I found on sale. I'm going to my room now," John replies, eager to escape to his room. Once there, he finally has some peace and quiet to inspect his find.

Pulling the ray gun from the bag, he reads the note that came with the toy, slowly growing more confused. "Wait, is this just meant to be a toy for some weird fetish game?"

Soon, after making sure he read everything right, curiosity gets the better of him. He finds the dial on the side and turns it all the way up to 5. The cheap plastic toy buzzes to life, surprisingly without any visible battery compartment. He quickly shuts it off, his eyes wide. "Wha-" Suddenly the note makes a lot more sense, though he doesn't want to believe it just yet. "Is this thing real...?"