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Jube Obata

The Devil

Not arrogantly, not greedily... I will work hard, in order to be of use to someone. You had once thought like that too, didn't you?

.

Upon arriving at his home, this small matted tatami space that situated no other, he was welcomed to the warmth of this lone room, which had always been kept at the appropriate degree of 16°, and was most always kempt and uniform. However, upon dropping at his bed, only to fail to do so, a valiant struggle to reach the ground with the softest impact had caused a small disarray within his sanctuary... And yet, he laid there, beneath the blankets that somehow buried him within, alongside the books and trinkets that scattered at the ground upon the disturbance caused. Much too exhausted to fuss over his slightly bedraggled room, he did manage to free himself from the fabric that bound him, even if it was just to take in a fresh breath of air.

 

And, even if it was for just a slight moment, he was reminded of the events in the Food Court.

But, it wasn't as if it was not on his mind all that time... Perhaps, that fall had happened to misplace his initial thought, and this period of reprieve had recovered it. He was introduced into stressful thought, once more. And even so, sleep dared to breach through...

 

“Welcome back into the Velvet Room, my dear guests.”

It had happened, again.

---

 

He had returned here, to a place that had felt familiar, but partially due to the atmosphere of the inverted Food Court, coupled with his suspicions of his school mate, Igor. And thinking on the latter subject, he had lamented on the fact that he had forgot to inquire just who he was. But he was sure, that the man was here, amongst the many others that were stationed at this room. He recalled counting a few people on his hand that possessed a card other than him, but the numbers unspoken for were still left to suspicion... Suspicion, that had to be put on hold, due to the introductory of a resident.

 

“I am Rosemerta, an assistant of the Velvet Room. The nature of all of your powers requires that a unique service be provided to all of you. Please check your pockets.”

 

He had done so, accordingly.

It was a gachapon. Tiny, spherical... It was nothing like the last orbular subject he had dealt with, recently. He chuckled to himself at the thought of it, this cute little capsule contrasting so well with the Hableries.

 

“Within these gachapon is an item, a relic of what your power could become. Within this Velvet Room, we do have the items for the beginning stages, but unfortunately, in your journey, you will have to find the rest of them.”

He had wondered what that meant.

“Bring those items back into this room, and we shall restore them to your proper form for you. Now then, a vision I must share with you.”

 

Igor flipped over a card on the table, revealing the words Judgment. Running his finger against the card, Igor closed his eyes and began speaking rather slowly.

 

“Your foe is one who seemingly rejects everyone and everything in this world. He claims raw strength to be his sword and shield, and believes that with these weapons in hand, he will judge the wicked and raze the cruel.”

“That is all I have to share of your future. Until we meet again.”

But once again, his dream had stopped.

---

It had been a surprisingly rapid week, and in that time, Jube had spent his days thinking on more than just basic studies, as he had attempted to conceptualize that the involvement of his dreams and those creatures, were much more important.

It had been Monday already, and like the days before, he had spent his free time at school in the same fashion; Occupying the compost area at the school. He was sure that he was left alone with his thoughts, as even before those recent events, he had often frequented here, unattended. However, today he had the pleasure of sharing his solitude with another, this... Feline friend, who happened to intrude so easily. Quietly, too.

 

It was a cat so pale, he found it's existence striking, if not untimely. But perhaps, what set him off the most was its eyes, which ventured so deeply into his own, for what had seemed like an indefinite amount of time. Was this some form of understanding? Perhaps a test? It was hard to tell, especially with the feline darting off so fast, that had Jube not broken out of this fixed trance, he would not have noticed. The cat had advanced over the fence, which would have been easy to scale, given the teenagers height. And it had seemed, that the cat was ushering him to follow, as if this meeting was not in fact by chance, and that things couldn't have been more timely. While cautious, Jube had found himself a seeker of truth.

 

"..."

 

He decided to advance forward. 

I'm putting my life in your hands here, cat.

I didn't realize just how many people would loose their minds if Rick died, poor things. I must find a way to help strengthen their suffering. ^^

You kill them, so that they may join Rick in Hell.

Jube Obata

The Devil

You are your own Devil.
And nothing will change that.

He gave the swing of his baton to the left, and then to the right, a near swift motion, practiced only in thought, as his focused knowledge was what he was relying on, now. Having recalled in one of his most recent readings the art of swinging a sword, he attempted to liken this dispatched chair leg to something so solid and sharp, having found himself with a rather casual reaction, upon tearing into the flesh of the orbular enemy. And, after a brief encounter these creatures fled, most likely due to an awareness of their proof of powerlessness at the moment. Jube could only base his thoughts on that fact. There had been so many of them as it was, surely they were not out to call for reinforcements?

He soon found his challenging inquiry being quelled, as Igor took it upon himself to chase off after the Hableries, giving an odd juxtaposition to things, as the hunter had become the hunted. And, after giving it some thought, Jube had instead opted to stand still, perhaps waiting in tow for Igors return... though the idea of being left behind in a place so foreign to him had also seemed like a hazardous idea. He had abandoned Igor, relying on the strength of the mans courage, if not the mighty swing produced from the girth of his arms, instead huddling up with the group that had already marched on towards the light.

---

He was welcomed to the sight of several refugees, though given the shady filter of the dungeon, he was unable to make out distant faces, but to be fair, Jube was particularly looking, either. He did manage to spot Igor at a later point... But it was not as if he owed anyone a show of face, or if people were looking for him. He had blended in perfectly with the backdrop, watching on as the group ate and conversed. But, he did wonder whether everyone was dealt the same situation as he and the others were, and if this sort of thing was some test, or new law of casualty. And, having been free of any idea of violence, he was left to his deep thought, alone. He had even overlooked the growling of his belly, it being something of an undertone, in contrast to the flow of key words and thoughts that festered in his head. And they were magnifying. 

 

Following the path that led outward, he decided it was best to retreat on home, and grant himself some rest. He would think on the events of the day extensively, after a well deserved nap. This would make the third nap in a row, but at least this one was of his own volition.

Jube Obata

The Devil

  

 

"This isn't working.." Jube had managed out, his hands clasped over his mouth, as if to muffle the tone of his voice, in the efforts of keeping the three of them undetected. But, it was true... The scene that had played out before him proved that much, as Ryukaze had been used as an example of these unidentified beings power, having been tossed about and matted at the ground, where the chairs seemed to cave in around him. What a brave, if not foolish man, he thought. But even so, Jube did not regret the decision to deny the man of aid, as someone would have had to have been a test subject for any plan that was to follow, and fortunately, Ryukaze was so willing. 

And, it had seemed that Izuru was in a position of charity, as well, having abandoned Jube and Igor, Izuru had attempted to revitalize Ryukaze, who had quite possibly lost consciousness during that fall, only to draw attention to himself, by default. 

"They are going to die, you know", having felt Igors eyes upon him, Jube turned to confess his belief, his hands clasped at the ground, rather than at his mouth, as he felt no need to hide himself, anymore. By the looks of it, those creatures had found themselves a meal, in the form of two courageous teens, and if anything, the others could have used this time to either watch and cultivate a plan, or take some sort of initiative action, whatever that would be.

 

...They didn't even have to wait long.

 

 

----

 

“I am…!”

Izuru stood up and held up his fists, as the monsters ran towards him to attack. It seemed as if words began to form in his mouth as he threw out his fist…

“Per…so…na…!”

It was then that an explosion of white light caused the monsters to fly away from Izuru. A figure in a red cloak stood above Izuru’s head, as it gazed down upon the monsters. Extending a hand coated in black steel, the masked phantom that flew above Izuru’s head held out a card, revealing The Fool on the front.

Suddenly, everyone involved had been faced with a new vigor, as if the light that shone from the cards they had revealed had given them a new look on life, if not substantial strength. Yes, just looking at them, Jube could see that the confidence that they all carried heavily contrasted with what strength they had, prior.

 

“I think all of us have the ability to fight these monsters now. Attack them with all you got!”

“It looks like we have an appointment, I would hate keep you waiting”

"Follow my lead...let show them what a few girls can do?"

 

And it was then, that Jube had thought this atmosphere was familiar. Pooling. Thick. This moment could have easily have been described as heavy, yet oddly, Jube had felt the idea of something so translucent and dense at his chest and back, quite like the idea of a body of water. The color blue came to mind, and it was then, that he was able to compose a thought related to his inner inquiry.

"It's like that dream I had. The one with that man... Igor. Igor?"

Suddenly, Dragunuv came to mind, and he averted his attention away from the main event, only to focus upon Igor once more, only to have been giving the same repeated notion; This nod of assurance and composure. Was he wrong for trying to connect this man to his dream? Surely, the two Igor's were nothing alike in appearance, but what with these odd evens seeming to feel so deeply woven to his dream, he couldn't be too sure. 

 

"Short swings and jagged end out" 

 

"...", Jube peered up at the man, who had also decided to take the initiative, what with his shining aura and idea of confidence circling about him. It had seemed that although retreat was a possible option, no one in their right mind had considered it, more or less, thought of it, though Jube shook off the thought that possibly he was the only one who did. He had been handed something of a pike, as the original purpose of the chair's leg had lost its purpose, and it was safe to classify it as anything but that, for the time being. Having lifted from his once dormant position, Jube looked on ahead, looking over the cast of his school mates going toe to toe with these creatures, now known as Hableries. And in the midst of it all, he had almost ignored the light that filtered at his inner coat pocket, yet shined so brightly, that he had wondered why he didn't notice it before. Bringing it before him, Jube eyed over the card which had felt so familiar to him, that when he mouthed out the words he too had felt a surge of power throughout his being.

 

But any pensive thought on the matter would have had to wait, as a set of Hableries had made themselves available to him, much to his dismay. Having circled around him, the couple chuckled to themselves, what with their thick lips smacking about as they ushered out their hearty chortles. Jube had to remain steady, composed, though he didn't have to worry too much with those fields. Still, the idea of these tarot cards still hugged tightly at his thoughts, and as he gave a swift swing at the rotating orbular masses, Jube only had but this to say.

 

"The Devil, huh? Just what the hell does that mean!?"

 

 

 

 

 

Maki annoys me, just what the hell is she so cheerful for? 

Jube Obata

The Devil

 

Morning Interface

It was a simple procedure of events, and one that he was so used to, that he had always found himself with ample time to play with, though this was time best left untouched. It was always best to play things safe, after all. His morning went as followed; Wake up. Fold his bed. Brush his teeth. Comb his hair. Suit himself. Brushing his teeth once more. A sum of 23 minutes, and no less, Jube was ready to step outside, greeting the morning with an open invitation to the uncertainties ahead. It was his second year, and like the year before, a ceremony was in order, just a day before the initial school year. And, while it was a good idea to get well acquainted with his classmates, Jube had been looking past that, and thought of this day as nothing but a business meeting. He had hoped to start work, soon.

 

What had initially started off as an adjustable moment of dormancy, soon bore the agonizing migraine that awoke Jube, which he had decided to blame on the insistent chattering of the world around him. And, while he had always dreamt the same dream before, and never found the inability to do so... Today, was certainly different, almost as if it was beyond his control.

---

 

“Welcome to the Velvet Room.”
 

Having found himself seated, with little rhyme or reason, Jube had gotten the sense that he was not alone, minus the voice that spoke out to him so clearly. Coupled around him, were several others whose identities remained unknown, a fact he could not confirm, due to the veil which hug over his face. Though, the man that had insisted on speaking soon clarified this fact, as not only did he address Jube, but the others, overall.

 

“My name is Igor. I am the proprietor of your destiny, and a part of the many trials that await you in the future. All of you are guests here.”

 

Surely, the was a reason for this mess, but having likened the moment to a dream, Jube denied any deep thought toward it. But, one thing was certain; He knew this was a dream, or something like it. He was able to acknowledge it, unlike with his other dreams.

 

“This room mirrors that of your souls and the journey ahead. Each of you will take a card. That is the card that speaks of your soul.”

 

It was then, that Jube found himself inclined to reach over, as if, he was sure there rested a table before him, and on that very table, he would receive a card. And lo and behold, he could feel the thin of the texture at his fingertips, but he was unable to familiarize himself with the card before him. "The Devil.." he uttered, only to be rewarded a sensation that pulsated throughout his frame, granting him a pleasant vibration which caused him to rattle in the chair. Surely, no one minded--though having heard no one but Igor speak, he still had doubts that those around him weren't just figments of his imagination.

And, it wasn't until Igors last statement, that Jube had offered his full attention, but upon hearing those last words leave his ears, Jube sprung up, granting his full commitment.

 

“All of you present here are responsible for shaping the fate of this city, this region, this country, and perhaps even this world. Of course, you will all be fighting for something, a world of your own dreams, much like the three worlds these three envision.

 

"What an odd dream." 

 

“We will build a world where the peace we have today will forever be preserved, where everyone is protected for an eternity.”

 

"Protection, huh. I don't think the idea of eternity sits well with me. Besides, what sort of peace would you consider this to be, now?"

 

“The world that will be built by us is one where the strong and the worthy will be recognized as the leaders of the world, one where heritage and the such are thrown away in favor of merit.”

 

"All of that talk sounds a lot like chaos, if you ask me. But I guess, I can't end up on the losing end of that world"

 

And then, the final voice spoke.

 

“And the world that all of us will build will be one where everyone is responsible for their destinies, where nothing is impossible if everyone helps each other become strong enough to overcome even the most terrifying of challenges.”

 

"I ain't interested. I just want to be left alone."

 

As the three figures disappeared into the darkness, Igor nodded in acknowledgement of the three statements. Smiling once more at the guests of the Velvet Room, Igor’s eyes had something of an amused light shining in his eyes.

 
“Children of my master, you will live in a world that can only be shaped by every single one of you. You will be responsible for the lives of many, as well as your own. However, let your powers guide you to the decision you ultimately make.”
 
As the performance came to an end, Igor clapped his hand together.
 
“And now you must all go. But know that you will return here one day. Until we meet again.”

 

And it was then that he had awoke, migraine, and all.

----

Having finally discerned that this wasn't a dream, and that his migraine was more than the reality he needed, Jube finally sprung into action, to prepare himself to the day ahead. It was a simple procedure of events, and one that he was so used to, that he had always found himself with ample time to play with, though this was time best left untouched. It was always best to play things safe, after all. His morning went as followed; Wake up. Fold his bed. Brush his teeth. Comb his hair. Suit himself. Brushing his teeth once more. A sum of 23 minutes, and no less, Jube was ready to step outside, greeting the morning with an open invitation to the uncertainties ahead. It was his second year, and like the year before, a ceremony was in order, just a day before the initial school year. And, while it was a good idea to get well acquainted with his classmates, Jube had been looking past that, and thought of this day as nothing but a business meeting. He had hoped to start work, soon, and thought to focus purely on that, though the pensive thought had caused him to lose sight of his other demands, as his stomach had been growling with such a ferocious tenacity. He had figured he could do with something to eat.

----

April 6^th, 2023

 

Moriyama Department Store: Food Court

 

All he wanted to do, was eat. And do so, quietly. But he was sure, as soon as he reached for a bite of his boxed meal, that he would be welcomed with anything but peace, or quiet. 

 

He had awoke again, but this time, in a place extremely foreign to him, yet it resembled the Food Court all the same.

They came out of nowhere, these things. Unearthly, and orb-like in appearance, these things began to hover about, almost as if through some sense of controlled buoyancy that came along with their existence. Having ran through several encyclopedias and works of fiction, Jube had not once heard of these beings before. The flesh of their tongues hung from their thick lipped maws, almost as if cackling, though no audio remained present, as they excavated the court. Almost voluntarily, Jube found himself beneath the elongated table that he once seated himself in, as he had just managed to steer clear of the creatures view.

----

 
How did these people meet? Well, they were all lying down near the tables. The first one to wake was Izuru, and he helped everyone up, introducing themselves in the process. As they were getting ready to discuss why they were in a cavern that resembled the food court in the department store when Daria happened to notice a shadow moving near the side. They all proceeded to duck under the tables as the creature moved around. It was an orb with black and red stripes all over its body, with a gigantic mouth and a tongue to match in size on one side and a mask with a forlorn expression bound to the other side.
 
The kids hid under the table for a little while longer, and it seemed as if the monster had disappeared. Ryukaze prepared to stand up when the table he was hiding under was flipped over instead. Stumbling, Ryukaze found himself facing not one, but two of those monsters, as their tongues stood right above his head.
 
“Shit! We need to get to him somehow.”

 

Izuru tucked Akane on top of his arm as he waved over everyone else to crawl over to where he was. Hissing at them as quietly as he could, Izuru called over the rest of the group, excluding Ryukaze who happened to be preoccupied with fear, to come near him as Izuru’s mind began to develop a plan.
 
“Get over here, hurry!”|

 

Initially, Jube felt an obligation to help his schoolmate, but what with the increase in support he was receiving, he felt the need to deny the mans need of assistance, and instead support Izuru, who had seemed to be using his head, as opposed to his fists. Though, who would even think to go toe to toe with these unrecognized creatures anyway? Jube had considered the idea that the atmosphere of this unknown region had affected his schoolmates, and decided to take note of it for later. 

 

“If you have something, now’s the time.”  

 

Beside him was Igor, a foreigner who had he had unfamiliarized himself with, but for the moment was required to do so, as lives were at stake. Huddling beside him, Jube sat beneath the table, hugging at his knees as he sunk his head between what space he found between them, issuing a deep exhale of his nostrils, as if to signal his presence.

 

"..."

 

 

 

The war was yet to subside, as neither force had given even the faintest declaration of defeat. This stubbornness was of course, the reason for this elongated war, as blood had been shed for far too many centuries. But, the battle for Ridgeland waged on, and in the midst of this riotous crowd, our hero continues to fight...

 

"For every soldier laid to waste by their men, I will return the favor in ten-pound! I will rip apart these hooligans until my blade bleeds, and my hunger is satiated. Come at me, you intrusive lot!"

 

PPPPPPPPPPPPPP

 

"Hey, hey! Enough with the cryin'! What, you want me to break your other fuckin' leg!?

 

It is magnifying. The power that grows within me is taking shape, and within a moments time, its current form will give in to two possibilities. I may become the meteor I tend to reference, eventually destroying everything in my path until no one is left, or... Perhaps I will take on the emptiness of feeling, leaving me as an egg to hatch and take on but another visage. Akin to a rebirth, perhaps this is the better choice, as no one gets hurt in the end.

 

PPPPPPPPPPP

 

But, I really like basketball, and the boys on the court say I have the best free-throws... Come on, just give me the ball. Can I have it, please?

 

Though, I do believe that either way, my life here on Earth is eternal, and eventually I will roam the land alone, and very unhappy. Extremely unhappy. Isolated by no one, but completely alone, with not even a single thought to direct  toward anyone. No longer would I feel hate, or sorrow... No pity for anything. I will be completely alone, wishing for the company of others, that will never be granted.

 

The world will end soon, it has to. All things in life are bound to end apparently, but I do not think I am from this world, and so that basis will not apply to me. It is as if I was born to learn of the suffering this world should face, with no opportunity to repair it. 

PPPPPPPPPPPPPPP....

 

Having awoke from the same dream several times today, I would want to believe that, that held some meaning. It was as if I was allowed small breaks into reality--very small breaks, but breaks nonetheless. This dream had only induced anger from me... Anger which for some reason, still holds weight within my heart, right now. But, often at times, it is hard to tell a dream from reality, and we often find ourselves woven so deeply into it, that we tend not to notice. Or, essentially care. Could the ability to shift between consciousness and dormancy be a strength of the mind? Would this be something that everyone could potentially attain? I would like to find out, and perhaps exercise my brain muscle to that point.

 

I have work today, same as I did last week. And the week before that. It isn't much of a hassle, but it is repetitive, though some days bring a certain idea of rehabilitation that I can get with, such as today, as I am sure I will get much rest later on. But for now, I am required to work diligently until the last hour, repeating the same lines, and going through the same gestures about 100 times a day. Perhaps less, in all honesty, but it certainly does feel as if I am stuck within an endless loop of repetition,PPPPPPPPPPPPPPP with no clue as to shift the cycle.

 

I feel as if I have much more to say, but at the moment, I feel I am lacking the appropriate strength to articulate my feelings at this time. I am very sleepy, even granted the fact that I slept for such a lengthy time. I will most likely get my ass handed to me at work, today.

 

That's all.

PPPPPPPPPPPPPP

 

"Careful with my sons' head now, it's his first time."

PPPPPPPPPp...

 

Having relied on the idea of heavy traffic, I've found myself late, and with no one to blame but myself. Though really, I am not the slightest bit apologetic, and I could care less about my state within my company. If I were to get fired right now, I would be perfectly alright with it. Of course, I should not be so reckless, and without care, but at the moment I do feel as if my face has been robbed from me. It is a terrible feeling, as if I have been cursed by some unmentionable power, which aims to rob me of my highest points. To even step outside the door would normally be out of the question... But due to certain obligations, here I am, sitting beside the commoners who ride this subway train to who knows where.

....

 

It is Friday, and it is very, very foggy outside. This may potentially be a short shift, or a long one, depending on the atmosphere of the world today. I would hope that things would accelerate in due time, as I do not wish to physically be here, at this time. I want to belong to an ethereal state, where I am free of body, and belong only in mind. No face to see, and no lips to speak. It would be a certainty of happiness, if not my own refuge to hide my face in, or rather, a place to ignore my physical troubles. I guess I can't ever grow too strong, and will always be capped to a certain limit. I will never win.

 

This is not fun at all.

....PPPP

 

And though I managed to survive yet another enduring day of labor, I do not feel relieved, nor as ecstatic as I usually am, during payday. This means nothing to me, not the money, or the freedom of a day... None of it. I guess I can tie that into my reluctance to go outside, and the reason for my irritable nature, right now. This victory means nothing to me, especially since I have obligations that need to be addressed. I cannot back down, now.

 

But, I do think a day off would do me some justice. It is safe to say that it would not hurt at all. I suppose I will take my freedom, and ride upon it, until it stands on its last leg.

 

There is still much time left in the day... I wonder what will become of it?

....

IT WAS YOU.

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...PPPPP

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PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP

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"Todd... Todd!? Hey! Todd!!?@# ANSWER ME, TODD! TODD, TODD, TODD, TODD, TODD, TODD,TODD, TODD, TODD,TODD, TODD, TODD,TODD, TODD, TODD,TODD, TODD, TODD,TODD, TODD, TODD,TODD, TODD, TODD,TODD, TODD, TODD,TODD, TODD, TODD,TODD, TODD, TODD,TODD, TODD, TODD,TODD, TODD, TODD,TODD, TODD, TODD,TODD, TODD, TODD,TODD, TODD, TODD,

TODD, TODD, TODD,TODD, TODD, TODD,

TODD, TODD, TODD...

 

....Todd?

 

...

 

Todd. Hello.

Heh.

Well, that really is interesting. I am guessing the plot if global related, as world wide phenomenons would be the only reason for us to choose certain factions and ideals.

With that being said, I am sure that Law, or Neutral sits well with Jube.

 

 

...However, I prefer the Chaos Route, more than anything. The idea of Freedom is a blessed thing, and Law is much too controlling and Neutral is restricting. It's terrible.

SunKenRock.

Due to this being the prologue, I'm going to try my hardest to have Deli be outside of Maddies reach, primarily because it might be a bit too early to let our cats out of the bag. They're gonna have to meow just a bit longer.

Italics don't carry over from word pad, and I can't edit the word eleven into italics now cause we can't edit out posts. So glad I don't have OCD.

I meant to edit my font as well, but then the thought of a death penalty halted me in my tracks.

Deli with a chainsaw.

Visibly, I can see my trust in mankind depleting, and in time, it will become non existent. An all together feeling, ruined from the relationships of others, and their need to feel self entitlement. It is very unfortunate, but I will diminish this trust with good reason; Humans simply aren't to be trusted. I can only rely on myself, though there are times where my circumstances are dependent on others, but that is the only moment when I am most vulnerable.

 

If I can rid myself of my magnet functionality, then maybe I can live within a life blended with others, falling into the category of but a simple number, or a common sheep. Maybe then, would I only have to worry about a life that involves me, and my work business. And, though boring... I do think it is for the best. I will get rid of everyone, and in effect, remove the possibility of pain, or problematic situations.

 

However, that will not clear up my moments of longing, or satiate my sexual needs. If anything, it would only perturb the thought, and grant me restlessness like never before. Quite possibly, I might die... Figuratively of course, as I now plan on living a life of misery through to the end. It seems that is the plan, anyway.

 

...We may think we are winning, and quite possibly at times, it may seem that way, too. But life is a forever battle, located upon several realms of inner and outer conflict. I am sure, that what may have been a victory for today, may possibly lead to the loss of tomorrow. And, even if that is not the case, our eventual loss, comes in death. We can only attempt to put up a valiant fight, while running on the thoughts of success, and hope, and even dreams. These intangible, and often fictional terms and traditions are forged to keep us optimistic, as we are slowly killed. 

 

At least, that's what I think. Though, I am starting to believe that I am forever, and perhaps I was cursed to live a life of pained eternities, where I am without a full stomach, and lack of proper company. In short, it will be a long life, filled with unhappiness, and a growling belly, hungry with the thought of my powerful impulses.

 

...

 

"Deli! While I thank you for the save, I'll need your help carrying him."

 

Deli... Deli... Who was that, again? Was that what they called him?

What save? Who saved who?

 

"I DID SAVINGS!??!"

Savings, yes. That's right, of course! Silly Deli, he had finally realized it now. He was here, back at the Supermarket, where he belonged. The stars were forming into the oddest of shapes, both obtuse, and irregular. Odd forms of spheric values presented themselves to, and it was at this point that Deli jumped up, shouting out from the top of his lungs.

 

"wORLD OF jACKING IS MINE! bIG sAVINGS, SAVINGS!!!"

Oh yes, the world was his.

 

The World.

 

World.

 

!!!!

"Deli! While I thank you for the save, I'll need your help carrying him."

"Deli! While I thank you for the save, I'll need your help carrying him."

"Deli! While I thank you for the save, I'll need your help carrying him."

"Deli! While I thank you for the save, I'll need your help carrying him."

"ENOUGH ALREADY1!?!"

Having finally came to, Deli could hear the voice of a young maiden shouting out to him, as she seemed to call his name. And, had it not been for the heroic value he felt within his heart, he might have not found himself lured by her voice alone! But yet, he ventured forward, climbing into her reach of divinity. This woman, would she be his? Were they to have wed? 

That was what the people of this world did, right? 

"Our we..ing! Wedding is on the arrival!"

 

Oh yes, he would take her hand into his own. 

But that moment would have to wait.

 

She had been catering to a man who looked to be on his last leg; severely wounded and almost beyond repair, Deli could only make out but a few noises as he overlooked the man.

"Brrrp,  brrrrrrp, brrrrrrp. Pif! Pif! Brrrrpppp."

Racers, start your engines!

"This town ain't big enough for the two of us."

"Then I'll make it bigger."

 

"vROOM, VROOM",he shouted, before gesturing his hands within the appropriate fashion befitting of the sound. Yes, he was racing, but this race had nothing to do with his hands, or even his feet. No, there was a race within his heart.

Thump.

Thump.

Thump, thump , thump.

THWACK!!!!!

1334 DMG!!

 

"Alright! Every racer must be amazing, polygons carry pythons, too! A1+B5 would equal great disaster, when placed next to the maroons! KEEP THEM AWAY FROM THE MAROONS!?!!!!12342!"

 

He would carry Gorilla, but only because the man in his head had told him to do so. It was as if his body hadn't belonged to him, but was currently being borrowed for the time.  And, while he had every right to refuse this controlled action, he found the inability to do so.

Having lifted Gorilla up, he had hoisted the man over his shoulder, as staring into that mans face for too long had given him the chills, or at least, what a human would call the chills. That's when that large thing at your groin starts to thicken, yes?

Well, either way, Deli had tried to refuse it.

...

 

Having now regrouped at the Supermarkets' entrance, Deli stood beside Riyon, though really, he had only done so, because he had wanted to smell her hair. And touch her skin... And call her wonderful names... And lick every inch of her body... And bite into her earlobe... And lay a canvas of love bites at her neck... And undress her so lovingly... And pierce her flesh... And rupture her innards... And...

...

@#ERFD.

WOAHH.

HAHAHA.

 

...But, could he do it?

 

 

 

SPoiler Alert!!!

 

You know, I'm not sure the supermarket is where you want to be. It's about to get real religious up in there very soon.