Story about Skyrim where it is from the POV of the dragonborn's companion, like Lydia or smth... But the dragonborn looks super bonkers eccentric because they are being played by your typical chaos player.
Quick saving, killing hundreds and going to jail and then reloading (so the companion always gets these weird feelings of deja vu and intense dread over what they assume are dreams)
They stand there watching the dragonborn just... Carry around a wheel of cheese and try to place it perfectly on a shelf with a complete lack of coordination for... Hours
Every conversation the dragonborn has is like "I got your rock where is my reward. I don't care. I don't care. I don't- yes good thanks bye"
Being left at the doors of some dungeon they aren't allowed into and then suddenly teleporting into whiterun at the dragonborn's side after sitting outside for DAYS and being so confused
Getting fus ro dah'd off a cliff and somehow not dying and appearing back at the dragonborn's side like some kind of cosmic horror loop
Idk I think this would be wildly entertaining to write or read. It's probably been done before thoπ