I bask in the sun's glory.
On the curb of the street.
Nonetheless I feel accomplished.
Literal relivings of actual hell. Finally done.
Flack bro I’m never doing this crap again.
…The back of my mind told me in the future I’m gonna do the same thing again.
Lies.
But for this moment.
The sun is my friend.
My heart fills with pleasure.
Ah my memories.
Thinking back, it was fun. And a total pain in the arse.
My mind has been utterly ruined by her.
God.
I hate you so much.
A smile wrought itself from my lips.
They feel like metal so it's OK!!!
Safe-u!
Did everything go the way it was wanted?
Hell no.
The King of Dreams failed like uh. The First, the Second, Yuusha party, Jake and harem co., and finally our adorable Third.
I can proudly say!
Damn bruh she's a beach.
I scoff out loud.
How many have you killed?
How many have you trampled for your single goal?
Murder, deceit, hatred, arrogance.
You strangle the life of anyone who sees your face.
I love it I love it I love it I love it I love it I love it I love it I love it I love it I LOVE IT I LOVE IT I LOVE IT!!!!!!!!!
“THAT’S WHAT’S ENTERTAINING!!!!!!!!!!”
The hero, the villain, die, die, die, die.
God I need to drink something.
In the form of the story, it’s interesting.
Ah for the record, I don’t love romantically.
Heeeeeell naw bro loving that piece of crap brings me no joy. I needa see her sent to the dersleys!
The dersleys!!!!
Motherhyucker hits my face more times than I can even remember!
As a friend? Alright I can deal with that.
But a true quagga discriminates not from gender!
Thus I hit back.
Ah I love beating up someone.
So exhilarating.
“Ah it was fun.”
In my hand there was nothing.
But from my sight, it can grasp and cover the sun when I raise it.
Because I can only dream.
Yet you can shape the world according to the flow.
I can see and do nothing.
You can see and solve it in less than a second.
You claim to know nothing. Nothing?
Insight.
That accursed ability.
I hate it.
I haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaate that hyuking thing she has.
This stupid orangutan lookin ahhh can do anything. ANYTHING!!!!!!!
GOD DAMMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
She's smart? Smart? Motherfudger she’s the stupidest person I’ve ever seen!
All because.
Because.
Perfect.
She’s perfect.
The stories over so now her true self, not the one imposed on by the observer that sees text and imagines what she looks like, whether an abhorrent abomination, or their dream girl, now she looks like…
“The fuck are you doing here.”
Sheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.
I would make a joke but like.
Pay no mind.
She was perfect.
Perfect.
Perfect.
Always.
Success hundred out of hundred.
Impossible.
Possible for a story no?
No matter what you do, it’s success. Victory. Achievement.
Failure?
Fail?
That’s not needed for the creation made to be perfect in everything.
Who?
The world.
Destiny.
That’s the path.
████.
That’s the event.
“Hey? Hello? Retarded dicksucker still alive?”
In the story.
The chains grasp and never let go.
Because of █a██.
█a█e.
█ate.
Fate.
Everything is according to the will of fate.
This is how it’ll go.
Only what the master will give you.
“This fucker.”
Success.
Victory.
Obediance?
It isn’t needed.
You will walk Destiny's path.
You will see Fate’s event.
There is no other option.
It was going to happen that the King of Dreams summoned her.
Regardless–
“Agh–!”
Then my head got pulled down.
Rolling while grasping the back of my I looked at her face.
“Piece of shit. What’re you doin here?”
Light brown hair bordering the edges of redheads and blondes.
Flat at the top and frontal hair curving from the left to the right. From her vision. To me it’s right to left.
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The sides of her head had wavy hair that at it’s longest, barely touched the hoodie she wore.
The back of her head carried curly hair reaching to about above the waist.
She wore a pink hoodie with some sort of graphic on it. Accompanying it were black jeans and white sneakers.
A hodgepodge of an outfit that oddly fit her. Because it’d always be.
Her face was perfect. A paleness that wasn’t too pale and a pinkness neither too pink. Everything was per. Fect.
Beau. Tifal.
Brown eyes stared at me. Both hands still in her joined pocket for the hoodie.
“Hey gonna answer?”
I slowly got up and addressed the one issue.
“Sunbathing.”
“It’s 5 pm.”
“So?”
“Are you actually retarded?”
“Hey you never said anything–”
“Shut the fuck up. I went to get water and I saw you specifically on the patch connected to our lawn.”
“Eh superficial buddy.” I waved my hand. “Besides, my bones need rest.”
She had a look that didn’t believe me at all.
“Then bitch somewhere else.”
“I WASN’T EVEN TALKING TO YOU!!!!! YOU CAME TO MEEE!!!!!!!!!”
“Fill-o donut crusty lookin ass.”
“What the f–”
“Look.” She placed her hand on my shoulder. “You’re not here to relax. This was gonna be a cool moment to explain obviously something everyone knows about while making it mysterious.”
My face crumpled as she smiled.
I hate insight.
I hate it with all my heart.
“Besides. We all know, there's nothing to see here.” she pointed with her thumb to her bum ahh living with her parents still.
“Kill yourself.”
“Nah. You do it first.”
She flipped me the bird with a lazy grin.
I raised my finger.
“I’ll be back in a week.”
“Aw shit, my vacations ruined.” she said with a disinterested expression. “Someone get this homeless guy off the porch please.”
“...I’m not giving you this.”
“You see it was all an act. The government watches my moves as if I’ll be a terrorist again! Luckily they’re not watching so quickly! Give it.”
I looked at the tub of ice cream and her overly manufactured smile that still looked normal with her arm outstretched.
“No.”
“Bitchy bastard.”
“Lemme hit you.”
“Woah bro, in this economy? Aiya–! Help a robbers come after mama’s precious jewels..!” she exaggerated with a face flatter than the pavement.
“Fine.” I placed it in her hand. “You’re gonna be worked to the bone.” I whispered.
“Them ancient pharaohs gonna be cryin in their graves.”
Stepping back, I was about to snap my fingers.
Then there's you.
Can’t be here.
“Get the fuck outta here! I didn’t pay my taxes for you to steal mah jab!” she said in a southern accent.
“Hah.” I snapped my fingers.
It’s time for you–
..?
And he’s gone.
“Haha.”
I spun around and quickly headed inside.
Ice cream ice cream ice cream ice cream.
Is good.
Grabbing a spoon from the drawer I–
I stared at the spoon.
Then at the tub of ice cream.
I slowly reached for the fridge.
It’s the same.
I looked at my hand and around me.
Bitting my lip, I still felt pain.
I swung my hand as if the sword was still in my hand.
I sighed.
You gotta be fucking with me.
Regardless I made my way with the tub of ice cream, and sat roughly on the couch and turned the TV–
Haaaaaaaaah.
I fucking hate my life.
I ran my hand against my face and looked at the tub of ice cream he gave me.
That guy is a bonafide troll.
A year since and already I want to destroy–
Godammit.
Opening the tub, I scooped some and shoved it in my mouth.
The show I was watching continued from the moment I paused it.
As long as I don’t think it should be fiiiiiiiiiiiiiine.
But then I realized thoughts don’t go away. Plus the show with it’s intrigue makes me try to deduce things.
Ice cream tasty.
Ice cream life.
Ice cream love.
At some point I’m gonna bitch and moan about this.
Nothing important, so…
Sleeping?
In January, sure it could work.
I put away the tub, brushed my teeth, and lay in bed.
I was considering reading a novel. But.
Thus I waited.
And waited.
Waited some more.
****
…?
….Son of a bitch…
Right when I’m about to sleep.
My poor frail girly heart can’t take it.
I prayed to god to make it go away.
God didn’t answer.
God’s a petty bastard.
Then I changed positions and placed a pillow above me and hugged on–
How th–
Wh–
Before I could look at the pillows it caught my eye.
My outfit.
The war torn hero outfit hanging from a clothes hanger.
The outfit with dark red as it’s color. Imperceivable to tell how many bloodstains are actually on it.
The silver in the shape of diamonds on the front and on the arms creating a small chainmail like illusion.
The leather on parts of it sewn to keep it from falling apart despite that guy's ability to reverse it fully without any penalty.
The boots that once reached knee high only go up to a bit of the leg. Now with silver and…
I can still see it flaunting it’s lustre.
Next to it on a rack I personally bought, three weapons sat.
A Japanese Uchigatana, a longsword, and a knife.
Two were coated in black. The knife was wrapped in cloth with purple and grey.
This.
This is.
Stop reminding…!
“ME!!!!!!! GODAMMIT!!!!! I CAN HEAR IT!!!!!!!!!”
I flailed around and grabbed my head.
This is all his fault.
I want a refund!
I know my own head!! This ain’t–
Because–
…
…….
……….
The last time.
I grit my teeth.
Because of–
Fa…te….
Fate.
Fate.
Fate.
Fate. Fate.
Fate. Fate. Fate.
Fate. Fate. Fate. Fate. Fate.
Fate. Fate. Fate. Fate. Fate. Fate.
Fate. Fate. Fate. Fate. Fate. Fate. Fate.
Fate. Fate. Fate. Fate. Fate. Fate. Fate. Fate.
Fate. Fate. Fate. Fate. Fate. Fate. Fate. Fate. Fate.
Fate. Fate. Fate. Fate. Fate. Fate. Fate. Fate. Fate. Fate. Fate.
Fate. Fate. Fate. Fate. Fate. Fate. Fate. Fate. Fate. Fate. Fate. Fate.
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FATE.
— — — —
Here's a little known thing about me.
I hate being played with.
Exactly as it’s written.
“So what’s that gotta do with me?” ███ pointed at himself.
“Mamaphaker, these guys got stuck with me the entire time!”
Eh, kinda.
They disappeared for the week so I felt free. But their presence was still there.
Just not looking specifically at me.
Then here we are. And lo and behold, their eyes watch as the text tells them what’s happening.
Yeah you.
You fucking stalkers.
I’ve been through this shit for several years. I am not the protagonist of this story.
I’m not anyone important.
“Do something about it.”
“Just use fate,” he shrugged. “You have it, so I dunno. Use it?”
.
“I’m gonna kill you.”
“What’d I do?!”
I sighed and in my hand the book formed.
“What did you come seeing me for?”
“Ah. The deal we made.”
Oh.
“Uh, wasn’t it never?”
“I never said when it’d be.”
Haha.
I’m fucked.
I grabbed the pen and wrote a single line.
[No one is allowed to observe/watch/peer/ at Kelsey ████ unless physically present.]
Ah actually.
[Unless ███ specifically asks or the 100 years is up.]
Lord knows this man will rend my soul upon a stake.
“Anyway, Pelsey wesley, I ask of thee, to take care of something!”
“What’s that.”
I closed the book.
“Remember when I was a supervisor of a reaaaaaaaaaally big company with a boss?”
“...Sure.” I dont.
“Wanna get a job.”
“I have one.”
He looked at me.
“Want a funner job?”
“Fine, let's hear it.”
Ah right. You guys. Get the hell outta here. This is at most of what you’ll see.
At least I’m so nice unlike others.
You get this me in the form of text.
He smiled as you disappeared.
