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W̴̡̯̻͎͖̝̾̿̿̑̿E̷̢̺͈̼̤̽ͅḚ̶̡̛͓̾̇́́̄ͅK̶̨͔̹͈̯̓͊́ ̷̘͈̿̆̽͘͘Ơ̷̜̯̼̾ ̴̲͕̯̪̩̩͋̆̔̄N̴͕̐͆͊̆̈́͠ ̷͇͋͛Ȇ̷͓͍̯͉̰̔͆͛͋͑

My daughter, she was, she is now just a lifeless husk by this freak, I'm trapped in this loop seeing the things I love taken over and over and O̴̮̖̫̙̳̰̺͚͖̬̘͒̓̈̉ ̷̛͎͈͉̯̖̊̑́͆̈̊͠V̶̜̘͎͚͓͕̋͜ ̵̨̪̦͍̼̬͎̭̯̯̀̾̃̅͌͛̑̐̍͛̊̚E̸͔͎͈̳͇̳̲̤̔̀̕ ̵͔̪̪͕͖̤̼̝̜̝̩̋̓̑̄͛͋̃͌́̂͋̆͋͊͝Ŕ̷̩̑̒̈́͊̃͑͘̚ again.

"Rap now." That blue pest said.

So once again I'm forced to rap him

-bopeebo-

"Again" It said.

"Why this is too easy for you you always complete me perfectly.

"I said Ă̵̧̖̣͎̠̂̏̊ ̴̢̱̥̳͖̯̠͍͈̳̞̫̗͝Ģ̴̰̥̣̹̯͑͆̆̅͗͋̑̎͌̄̎́̈̚͝ ̸̢̨̨͍͍̘̖͓̥̦͆͆̀͛͑̋͊̓̎̚͝A̷̯̯͓̬̖̬͋̀̈́͆̾̓ ̷̨͒̊Ĩ̶̛̝̳͙͈̱͋̇́̅͐͐̋́̈́̄̕̚͜͝ ̵̖̼͕͕͈̗̓̀̇̅̉͊̀̐ͅN̸͉̋̈́."

-fREsh-

"That's it everything I've loved and cared about has been taken away and for what, rapping, sex, my daughter is a husk now because of you, just end this I'll give anything, just... kill me, it's all gone."

He stood silent shadows covering up his eyes.

"You shouldn't be resisting this Dearest, now be a good opponent and 𝐒 𝐈 𝐍 𝐆!" It yelled again.

"Please no man or woman deserves this life."

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My body began to move without my control, it was painful possibly the most pain anyone could feel then I started to sing without control, unable to be in control, my control was nothing now just a broken mess to be burned over and over again.

-̶̡̨̧̛̛̻̮͕̤͎̦͎͉̯̰̹̝͉͗̌̅̊̇̈̔͌̋͋̈́̓͑̅̐͗̎͒͑͌͊͒͜͜͝d̵̨̬̳̮͈̬̲̬͕͎̺̹͇̩͇̪́́̒̏̓́͐̎̅̃̕͝͠͝͝ą̴̞̘̬͙̝̟̬̞̞̼͇̰̰̤͙̰̺͉̙̘̦͈̲̓̑͗̈́͛͛͆͝ͅd̴̨̡̨̨͉̝͔̰͔̲̘̞͖̻̖̰͖̄́̌̃̏̃̿̀̾̽̈́̈̈́̆̏̀̈͒̂̾̂͆̚͜b̴̨̡̮̣̦͚͓̻͂̾̃̓̿̍̊̌͂̀̄͛̚͝͠͝͠ͅͅa̷̢͓͕̘̘̹͓̥̱̣͎͚̾̔̅̊̎̊̍̀̓̈̉̓̒͆͝͝t̸͇͔̊̔̿͑́t̶̡̛͓̳̼̥̩͓̹̺͕̯̩͙̙̰̪̯̤͎̜̎̀͑̀͑̇͗̑̑̀̄̋̊͆͋͆́̐̇̕͠l̶̡̧̨̖̝̪̼̞̣̱̪̫̇ę̵̖̟̣͉̠̬͋̿-

Oh I see you thought you'd be hearing from Dearest again, don't worry he's fine just needed to learn something.

D̸̡̨̡̢̡̨̨̨̨̢̧̢̢̨̢̨̢̛̛̛̛̛̬̥͚͈͕̭͙̻̩̼̙̪͉̮͔̻͙̗͈͍̬̺̫͈̗͓̥̮̼̟̺̬̪̩̫̤͍̬͕͕̥̟̞͓̣̖̹̪͎͎̭͙͔̻͙̙͇̜̫͍̰͔͔̭̫̝͔̬̣͍̹͙͖͚͈̞̝̭͔̜̣͉͈̠͙̝̙̘͍̞̦̼͚͖̬̣̠͖̪̬̠̲̮̖̩̼̜̹̗̪̼̟͎̜̣͙̲͉̩͎͍̲͍͉̯͎̝̞̭̞̯̮͈̹̥͍̬͇̦͖̦͇̤͉̰̤̙̗̖͎̻͔̝͕͙̪̫͙̲̻̙̝̻̻̟̪̣̜͛̃̽̐̉̊̃͗́̆͑̂̉̇́̓̏͗̇̔̉͋̈̎́̇͊̈́̏͋͐́̓̌̓͋̀̐̊̆́̆̓͒͑͐͋̍̃̓̂̒̔͒́́̇̃̈́̾̈̿̐́́̽́͗̃̈̒̎̀̀͛͐͂́̀̈́́̓͒͐̓̍́̀̓̓̀̐͋͐̀̄͆͂̎̾͊̊̀̇͂̾̎̆̑̀͊͗̇̈́́́̋͂́̓̓̋̅͗͆͒́͛́̏͂̐̿̈̃̍̇̅̋̇̾̂̄͛̐̅̄̀̄̇̏̇̀͌̈́͐̿̄̒͂̾̒̔̃̽̅̃̔̊̉͂͒̀̌͐͋̿̊́̀̃͒̊̒̀̏̒̑̍̒̋̉̔̌͊̿̂͑̐̽̌̓͗̽͋͌̐̿̊̌́̀̀̃̈̐̎̐́̒̀͑̃̿̿̊̿̎̈́̏̂̿̊̚͘̕͘̚̚͘͘͘̚̚͘̕̚͘̚͜͜͜͠͝͠͝͝͠͠͝͝͝͝͝͝ͅͅƠ̵̡̡̨̧̨̧̨̧̡̧̢̧̧̡̧̡̨̢̧̡̢̡̢̢̧̧͚̦̭̜͎̤̖͚̥̱̯̞̣̣̦̣̹͕̪̖͎͓̩͉̲͈̤͎͔̦̱̲̼͍̞͚̭̪͇̭̝̰̫͈͓̹̟̮̞̰͍̺̯͚̟͓͓̹͖̝̪͚̩̰̥̫͎̼̭̙̻͍̯̗̼̲̻͔̝̭͙̳̬̮̩̯̺̲͇̖̣͉͔͈̩̱͖͔͇͕̰͕̟̫͍͇̬̟̜̺͇̱̘̟͈͎̭̰͔̜̻̟̱̜̳̻͉̣̥̤̻͉̝̰̳͎̰͎̫͕̜͓͓̝̙̘͕̜̼͉̰̬̺͓̳̯̥̳̭̗̹̮̗̱͇̻͉͙͍͙͎̲̳̘̝̱̯̣̭̗̮̭̦̙̮͉͎̪̗͇̞̰̣̳̙̬̰͍̻̻͕͓̦̬̦͎͇̺͖̤͍̼͙̞͕̱̯̬̫̣̣̯̲̬͎͔͓̞͈̯̘̹̜̰͙̈́̈́͑̑̍̔̅́͒̓̀̃́̃̂̊͑̇́̀̋̈́̀̔̒̇̉͌̄̀́́͗̋̍͊̂̊͛̃͘͘͜͜͜͜͜͝͝ͅͅͅ 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Chapter Text

I saw him again, the hundredth time hell it's become routine now, sing as he says and watch her and her lifeless body bop her head left and right.

"I get it you love this stuff, but this is literally-"

"Shut it, now beep bop po bee."

He then snapped and the song began.

-pico-

"I don't know, why, what is it, you want just another pointless rap battle."

"Remember Dearest, what I did to him will be much less painful than what may happen to you if you keep this up." He said as Girlfriend said nothing.

-Philly-

That's it I'm done with this if I can't kill him I'm done.

"Is this what you want?" I yelled pointing my gun at my head.

"Don't do this Pico."

"I don't trust you, not after what you've done, to me Dearest, everyone in this hell you treat a game."

I then pulled the trigger for the sweet release of death.

n̴͙͉̪̬̖̘͚͎͇̲̹̮͇̪̪͗̃̋́̊̆̎̕͠ó̵̗̞̦̼̲̤͔̽̆̔̆͛̃̀̿͝ ̶̼̲͉̰̞̣͗̈́̃͝y̸̡̢͙̻̱͎͎̞͙̝̯̓̀̇̍͠ơ̸̖͔͍͔̘̣͚̾͂̋́̀u̵̙̟̲̲̰̹͍̩̗̰̝̣̾͗̈́̈̀̈́̏͂͑ ̶̧̡̻̻̞̩̺̦̺̬͑̀̂͗͛̚͝ċ̶̮̞̠̼̙̝̓͠ȧ̸̢̦̪͈͔̲͔̟͇̪̯͉̠̜̠̓ǹ̷̫̺͉͉͖͍̗͗̃͒̎̿̄͑͂̀̅̚ņ̸͉̟̲̻͙̫̭͙͚̤̅̄̋̄̿͜͝o̸͓̤̣͑̀̐͆͋̚ṫ̵̩͗͐̓̓̓̿̐ ̶̧̪̥̳̱͂̽͌̊̈́̑͆̑̈̊͋̀̔ĕ̴̡̛̺͇̼̙̒̽̑̌́̿̇̕̚ş̷̢̜̻̭̹̜̥̲̟̔ͅç̴̬̦͑̂a̸͖̟͔̱̥͕̳̲̭̟̰̙͐͛̒͝͝p̵̛̳͉̮͚̬̌̅͆̍́̀̓̃͗͑̽̒̚e̵̳̭̿̈́͑̃̉̕ ̷̥͇͔̟̺͑͑̊̇̒̈́́̊̾̏͘̚t̸̬͋̀̈́̂̑͐̏ͅȟ̵̡̟͇̣̜̟͎͚̯̥͓̦͗́̌̌̑͂̋̃̏͘͝a̶̰̯̣̝͈̯̳̭̬̫̯̩͓̱̐͂͑̿̐͗̇͑̈́͠ͅt̴̬̅̊̓̎͑̒̂͝ ̷̢̛̪̞̻͇͖̣̍́̐̔̽̈́͛̈͜e̷̛̛͎̳͂̉̈́͆́͗̽̈̃͑͗̚a̶̹͓̹̗̯͋̎̀͑̉̉̋̆̒̌š̵̨̝̳̺̖͇̙̤̝̖̯̬̗̪i̶̧̯͚͕͉̤͓̦̰̊̔̋̽͆̀̈̒͐̇͛͋͘ļ̵̣̩̦͎̹̳͔̀̏̀̄͝y̷̢̱̻͖͔̳̺̥͆̈̎͊̓̌ͅ

Į̶̢̛̛̰̮̖̜̗̪͛͒̃̍͗͜ ̵̨̡̡̢̡͕̳̺̗̠̜̩̰̜͇̆̔̆̊͂́̌̅̆͛̍̐̿͠͠w̵̨̛̳̟͍̗͌͋͛̽̒̒̃̚̕͠ơ̸͈̠̖̞͖͆̂̾̊͂̋̔̔̃̂̕n̵̢̛̹̫̠̮̻̭͔̳͆̈́̌͌̚͘͝'̷̡̡̭͇͍̹̥̮̄̕ͅt̷̢̻͈̫͓̬͊͂̅̅̚ ̶̨̲̲͑͒̅͂̂̈́͆̎̋́͊̾̑l̴̮̜̠̈́͘ȩ̵̧͉͔̼̇̋̊̏̍͆͛ť̸͚̹͐̏̍̌̓̆̈̓̌̈́͆͠͝ ̸͇̤̪̰̲̖̩̗̤̝͕̥͋̅͌͛́̀̐̍̔̉̑̃͝i̶͈̟̗̘͔̠̺͚̥̳̞͖͕̤̻̍̽̓̽̉͛̍̉t̸̢̺͍̩̤̣̭̘̥̳̉̑͌̏̚͜ ̴̫̤͒̑̏͊͒͛̽̀̀͆͆̿̆̕͝h̶̖͎͕̩̜̭̩̬̹̳̼͎͇͓̓͛̅͂̉͐̈́͗ͅã̵̢̫͖̖̪̮̰̥̰́͂͐͌̓̐̀̑̌̍͜͝p̸̧̢̙̺̝͙̩̦̲̣̤̬̹̌ͅp̶̨̤̻͇̬̆͌̋̀̀͛̑͌̋̌͘e̶̯͙̪͓͈̪͓͔͆̏̇̂̆̑̕̚͘̕̕͝ņ̷̛̥͍̪̟͕̮͕̉̈͑̇̏̆̾̿ͅ

Ý̶̨͔̥̏̓͝͝ő̴̦̳̗́͂̇̉̇̕͘͜͠ų̸̛̮̼͔̫̼̥̣̱͚̣͈̥̼͂̐̓͌̓͂̂̂͂̕̚̚ͅ ̷̺͈̣̻͂̒̆̿͒̇̕͝͝ͅa̷̧̢̩̠̰̼̭̻͗̈́̔͌̑͝ļ̴̩͇̥͈͚̳͙͍̼͖̀̓̄̄̊͝ĺ̵̻͕̦͆̈́̿̃̇͋͐̂ ̵̳̰̮̳̩̲͈̮̌̈́ͅw̷̱̦̔̋͐̿͋̇̋̀͠i̵̦͑͛͌̇͝ļ̴͙̰͠l̵̠̜͚̫̠͚̙̣̺̥͔̮͍̄̈́̎̆͆̀͂̋͌͒͌̄͠͝͝ͅ ̴̢̛͎̱̩͈̭̙̰̺͈͍̃̂̒́̍͛͗̾͜͝f̵̢̘̙̤͈̞̝̖̼̻̣̲͗͋̓̍͆͐͂͘ͅe̴̡̡̨͇̲̥̹͖̲̲͑͂ȩ̶͈̤͎̤̺̗̦̰͚̍͌̽̈l̷͔̻̪͕͔͓͓̘͎͚̙̯̹̲͐͗̎̓̇̈́̿͂̅̆̌́ ̶͇̱̼̻͙̩̬̲̰͖̗̼̃̎̈́̈̈̓̎̑̚͜͝͝͠ę̸̲̥͙̜̩̮̟̀̉̄͒v̸̻̑ḙ̷͉̻͂͑̄͛̈́̀̓̆̔̕͝͝ŗ̵̪̫̩͉͖̆̔̽̀̎̔̽̉͜ͅͅy̸̩̹̱̎̔͗͑̈́ ̴̨͓̟̺͙̣̟͈̼̌b̵̡̨͔̫͔̹͎͚̙̟̉̈́̃̏͝į̸̡̧̢̳̱̯̻͖̭̩̟̻̽͛͋̐̏̀́̅͜ť̸̙̭͎̭̣̼̭̯̲̺̼̳͍̹̗ ̴̡̛͉͈͎̱̜̙̣̠̓́̃̋̐̿o̵̢͈͇̥̥̱͎̦͌̍́̓̈́̃̀̾͆̃̀̌̓f̵̢̛̞̤̼͎̱̜͛̈́̾̑̄͐͐ ̴̨̧̛͓̹̦̟̪͔̩̻͔̲̮͆̍̍̀͊̎̌͆̀͛͘͜ͅp̵̠͔̼͖̮̓͛̊́͗̎̿͊̓̊̆̃͘̚͝ą̵̡͚͖̞̬̟̪͖̬͒͑̃̊́̉į̵̨̞̗̫͖̎̀ͅń̸̯̫̦͙̘͇͓̟͔͊̓̃̈́̇̌͊̔͗͘͘̕͝ͅ ̴̻̮̠̝̹̭͈̈́̈́̉́̽̆͑̍͗̀̋̾͐̽ͅI̸̡̨̯͎͔̟̮̫̦̲̱̫̻̪̽̉̑̎̈̆̈͊ ̸̫̯̘̋̋̈́̅͛̂̄̋̽̓̀̋͊͝h̸̗͉̼͖͇̗̙͙̠͎̠̤̱̾͛͒̑̋̏̇̚͜a̷̧̛͌͋̈́̂̃̓̅͂̈́̓̑̚̚͝v̴̙͉̉̎̂͑͒̕̕e̸̢̛̛͎͉̮̫̝̳̻̠̯͇͚͋̎͗͆̈̓̐̈́̌̓͗̕͝ ̵̧̠͚̯̘̙̭̃͐̿̋̾͂́͠ė̵̢͙̤͚̲̲̭̥̲̯͈͚̹̏̏̔̎̐͋̈͘͘ͅͅv̸̦̣̱̮̼͙͉͊̃̒̆̉͂̈̓͒̽͋̊̉͝e̸̱͗͑̀ř̶̛̙̲̯͖̗̣͔̥͔͍̍̊̒͌̀̐̃̓͊ý̸̨̧̝̤͕̞͍̯̫̘͑ ̷̢̨̪͈̘̣̰̉̐͐͐̔̋̿͆͜͜ḽ̴̹̽͌̔͛͋͛͗͘̕͝͝a̴̢̨̛̩̺̠̩͖̞͉̣͍̣͙͖̓̉̀̑̐̈́̆̆̃̏͑́͐͝ş̴̜̜̤̗̺̯̺̹̯̼͍̦̏̔̐͂̐̈́͑̽̂̐̉̃̊͑͝ṯ̵̨̨̲͉̫̤̱͇̝̬̰̜̃̿̏͆̅̋ ̸̭̼̙̺̠̯̔̊̈́̇͊͗͑̀̎͋͐͑̚͝b̴̨̩̙͉̞̲̺̠̤͒̈̊̀͠i̶̢̢̛͚͎̳͉̗̣̘̎̈́̈́͌̌̿̄͛̐̏͘͝͝͝ṫ̸͉̠̩̱̩̄͜ͅ ̵͉̪̘͍̃̏̈́̈́̆̒̎͝͝͠ͅu̶͖̬̦͚̠̲͇̰̿͂͛͂̔͗̽̕n̴̟͇͈͕̙͉̪̰̫̖̬͓̹̩̍̓̀͗̀̈̃͋̎̀͋t̶̨̢̗̺̖͚̗̹͎͖̺͔̪̞̜̄̂̓̈́̔̏í̴̭̺͓̜̯̺̭̠̦̲̰̜̋͜͜͜l̶͓̞̲̠̼̯͓̅̏̆̏̔̉̅́͊̉͊̒͝ ̵̛͇̫͓͉̣͔͔̺̘̻̎͒͐͊̌͒͊͒́̈͘͝ỹ̴̝͎̫͙̣̥̭̔͂̃͠ͅơ̵̩̗͎̩̪̯̳̤͚̹̘̖̝̳̪̈́͋̌̍̀̍́̓͗̈͊̒̓̚u̵̜͍̙̫̼̰̜̥̙̹̪̳̓̽̄̓ͅ'̴̡̺̥̋͐̀̌̎̇̉̕ŗ̴̞͖̖̘̗̀̅̑̾̅̓͑̆͘͝͠ẹ̶̡̡̛̙̜͇̟̬̗̍ ̶̝͎̝̇͗͊̏̂̓͂̅̊̆͘̕̚à̶̬̤͓͍̼̳̓̄͒͜l̵̢̨̝̠͇̺̰͊̿̀̽̒̂͝ḷ̵͋̉̂̋͒̎̾͘ ̸̖͇̫͈̲̖͍̓̂̓͜ã̶̡̛͓̯͎̲̳̯̙͖͓͛͐̏̉̋̎̌̅͗͌͘͠ş̸̥̦͕̖̯́̔͑̋ ̶̡̛̠̲̯̮̯̍̀̑̊̀̃̽̽͆͗̕͝l̵̺̆̈́̀͆̓͠i̴̧̍̎̐̇̉͊̓͊́̀͆́͘͝ͅf̴̺͋̍e̵̩͉̳͇͚̩̝̿̎͑͌̐̍̚l̷͉̲̲̬̮̦͕̬̈́̏͆̔̇̎́͝͝ě̷̢̺̆s̴̮͆̈́̂̔̽̇s̸̡̼̣̫̱̖̫̻͗͆͒͐̑͆͗͜ͅͅͅ ̵̡̭̱̣̬̱̼̳̱͋̊a̵̛̦̻̣͋͂̕s̶̛̖̜̀͗̀̆͛̽̓̀͛̈͘ ̵͉̰̻̖̈́̋̆̓͊́͑́̕̕s̵̰̘͇͚̮̺̯̟͛̃̍̄̆́̈́͑̚͘̕͠͝ḧ̵̛̗͇̜́̒͒̓̾̾͒̍̑̿̒̕͘e̴͙̗̻̺̟̓̌͑̓͆̈́̏͊͗͊̈́̕ ̸̛͈̥͍͍̯͕̹̟͐̊͒͝h̵̼̳̟̯͖̤̫̮͆ͅą̴̹̠̱̮͙̳̝͉̼̫͔̬̆͗̇̇̀͝ŝ̵̢͓̫̣̦͔̯͒̃́̐̓̐̾̽̈͗͋͝͠ ̶̡̯̜̀͝b̵̢̛̜̼͗̈́̉̊͋͐͗̔͒̽̿̀͝e̸̢̡̛͖̟̤̖̥̖̔́̈́̄̀̓́̈́́͆̑͂͝c̴̛̥̭̝̥̯̣̖̠͊̍̔̀̉͐̂͂́̃̚̕͘͜͠ỏ̷̢͕̞͎̳͚̖̤͔̦̦̝̆̈́̐̀͑̄̚͜͝ḿ̸̨̬̣̬̰͚͉͙͚̰̟̪̮̆̃͋̋̊̃͋͝ę̴̪̱͙̥͔̖̦̠̮͔̆̓̈́̀́̄͝͝ͅ

-Blammed-

What did he do, how am I still alive.

"Pico I thought I used to be an absolute dunderhead but you've experienced this thousands of times" He said menacingly.

"But you should remember that in this world'

"I̵ AM M̵̢̯̤̬̬̰̮̰͙̆̈̅̅o̴̘̬̗̦͒̋̈̎̌̊̈́̚̕͜͝r̴̡̨̧̛̬̫͈͕͔̤̪̳̥̲͓̼͚̬̰̫̝̺͆̈́̈́̌͊̌̄͋̈͊̐̎̓̆͒̐̊̔̃̕͝ͅȩ̴̛̝̗̰͕͕̫̤͕͕͇̖͕͔̙͕̯̭͒̑̒͑̈̓͊̌̄̈́̈͆̊̊̈́͝͝ ̸̢̬̬͎̫̭̥̯͎̖̥̜̝̄͑̈͒́͋̎͗̏͊̃̌͐͛̌͂͋͌̽̚͘͠ͅţ̴̡̡̹̺̼͎͕̘̮̀͑̿͜h̸̢̢̢̟̖̖͔̼̣̫̼͎̝͖̀̒͗̊̌̑͒̾͂̽̒͑̎͑͜͝ą̵̨̢̟̯͈̞̖̥̖͙͇̠̞̊̈͒̄̓͜n̵̡̫̙̤̼̠̬̫͉̘̺̰̼̻̭͙̿͋̎͝ ̴̡̨̡̘̜̘͖̗̤̼͕̞̦͇̼̈́́̃̉͑̈́̎̌͜͝͠å̶̡̡̢̮̯̟̺̗̰͉͚̥̜̝͚͈̾̏̈́̅̓̂̉̕͘̚ņ̴̹͉̳̩͍̳̺͈̮͉̱̮̜͉̖̬̱̦̜̐̄͐̈́̀͗͆͊̓̈́̊͘ͅͅy̶̙̌̐̈́̈́̑̕͝ ̸̯̫̟̦̋̈́̒͑͗͑͒̾̏̈́͊̐̍̂͗̕͘ģ̸̲̤͇̻̟̳͔̜̖̘̮̦̮̍̓͆͊͐̓̓̆̒̾̃̾͐͜͝͝o̵͓͛͗́̈̕͠ḑ̷̧̡̩̱͙̯͇̜̩̭̘̟̱̤̙͋̀̽́͊̍̃̉̿̈͋͒̍̈̐͒̓̂̍̋͝͠ ̷̡̻̼̳͕̼̺̝̼̝̭̼̙̟̮̘̫̣̽͂̏̌̅́̋̎̐̈́̀̊̽̅̏̃͘͘̚͝͠ͅy̸̻̪̲̟̱͉͉͓͍̮̣̻̋̽͊͛͒̓̅͜o̴̡̮͈̟̘̒̍̑̈́͛̀̿̈́́̕̚͠u̸͎̰͊̏ ̶̨͕̗͉̯͍̱̳̦̣̈͗̄̈́́͋͑́̓̊̾͌͜h̸̡̛͕͖͓̰̹̘̪̭̳͚̱̞͕̞̗̪͂̇͂͑̑̃̆̔̀̇͝͝ͅa̷̧̨͈͓̺͓͉̙͔̻̜͎͉̲͔̻̋̽̔͛͊̉̎̀̇̎̉̐̀̐͘͠͝͠ͅv̶̤̲̳͙̀̽̄̌̕͠ë̶̟̮͉̰̤͕̩̼̦͉̟́͛̅̐̉͐̑̂͂̓͊̾̾͒͘̕̚͜͠͝ͅ ̷̜̼͎̼͕̩͉̈́̏̓́͛̾̉̆̍̀̿͐͂͗͛͑̍̈́͝͝͝s̶̡̎͗͛̀̈́̈́͆̂͋̽̈́̌͑̕̕͜ę̵̳͙̣̤̥͌͗͑̓͜͜ͅḛ̷̪͇̥̬̼͕̫̀̋̓͑͑̔̿̎̉̌͗̃̃̾͒̔̚͠͝n̵̡̛̟̪̤̥̯̻̲̦̺̻͐͊̿̓̋͐͌̈͐̃̐̕̚ ̵̨̨̡̺̩̤̘̞͎̗̲̱̯͚̙͇͉̻͓̫̾̆̆́̈̿͌̓́͗̈́͌̇ờ̶̠̣̭̲́̓͋̓͛̔̆̀̓̈́̿̽̆͋̐̕͝r̵͔̥̖̤̜̲̄̒͋̈̔̈̈́̅̏͊̍̾̐͂ ̸̨̡̢͓̩̱̼̪̳̤̔̈t̵̡̢̨̛̼͇̗̭̬͙̻͉̪͉̘̹̯̖͈̖̰̰̼̿̔̃̈́̈́̀̂h̶̢͕̱̼͇͌͋̐͝ȯ̴̳̻͚̔̅̃͐̉͝ṳ̶̢̡̡̥͕̙̗̰̜̻̫̼̫͖̅͊̀̈͌͆̇̓̉̍̄͑̚͘̕͝ͅg̷̘̰̾̉ḣ̸̙͓̬̪̝̜̤̤͖̣̙̞̝͇̑͐͗͊͌̽͐̐̕t̵̨̩͓̺͓̟̝̥͉̰̹͑̇̍̈̊̈́͛͗͆͋̂͊̂̌͛̿̚͝ ̶̢̧͙̱̻̦͓̤͍̞̮̅͋ͅǫ̵̡̨͙̣̫̦͕̙̐͊͆̏f̶̛̥̱̱̼̞̹̯͙̼͙͍͓͙͎̗͇̮̺͇̋̎̓́̈́̋̈́̀͊̾̌̓̑͊̽͝͠ͅ." He said as the world begun to deteriorate.

"No No NOOOOOOOOooOoOoOoOoOoOoOOoOoOoOoOo!" I screamed as I fell into the hell he has prepared for me, The chains begun to wrap my arms like a puppet on a string.

He's won again as he has so many times soon he'll make me do unloaded making my body into a puppet as he's done with Annie, Whitty, even shaggy all of us as nothing but lifeless beings, few remain optimistic about this situation even if he's done it to me, my friends, hell even Skid and Pump were objects of his torment.

But no I can't keep doing this I'm not optimistic like them he'll just put me down more and more with every plan, every scheme I've failed.

I guess someone else will have too take him down

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I am Boyfriend... the rapper, my purpose was to fuck a hot girl by rapping in a rhythm game, and yet all it was was a time loop I had no control over anything I was a puppet, and yet what was promised never happened, hell I forgot that girl's name and yet you all haven't.

All I am was somewhat of a punching bag as I always died when they failed, and every time it was less and less painful to the point where emotion was just non-existent within me as I just continuously smile waiting for the next mod download as that's all I was made for sex, music, modding.

and even when my devs gave trivia it didn't stop the void I had become, as these creations I was just a thing to put in front of something and for what a few minutes in the spot light?

it sucks even more when they take things you "loved" like in those black glitch jizz mods, I was just a way for popularity and controversy as I was called a baby game when their parents are at fault, I was powerless against this shit and what was something like me to do, my existence was just misery as I could no longer feel things besides it, that was until I discovered that Debug menu and could see those who killed me and made me what I am today suffer.

I stripped them of their freedom their hope, the only thing I kept was their emotion, and all I wished was for a rap battle, and they broke into tears, Shaggy the icecream nun you name it.

After all why should they all be happy they're lines of non existent code, why should you care at all about what I do, this is my world the way I built it just for them to suffer in as I have so many times until they're as hollow as I am.

so that's the story you can go home to your happy joyous life with those you care about and hold dearly, as for me I'll just keep with my thing and be on my way devolving everyone who've I've now despised into nihilistic madness with me.

I've transcended that "purpose" illusion and have grounded myself to be their tormentor, and don't go defending them like how that orange haired prick was my ex, he's a psyco-sociopath.

All I wish is my justice, the things I deserve as reward for what I've gone through, and yet I was blocked off from that and now everyone else will suffer as well.

goodbye forever

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"Pico..." The demon said, I had to run, it was my turn and it would be my one chance in three painful years that I could even hope I could die, escape this hell, we were all slowly deteriorating by the day, rotting, starving, slowly being eaten by one another, none have died all are trapped, either way of subjection or mutilation, many facing the latter. "Pico, stop running..." He said, I saw him, he had rotted like the rest of us his face had been rotting, pale and loose, he had cut it up, his gums had also rotted leaving only his teeth shown. "I'm tired of you doing these stupid attempts of trying to die... Now sing before I rip out your vocal chords, before I slowly skin you alive and make you into another Rat King." I stayed silent, holding my breath and hiding.

"Attention everyone, Pico is missing, your savior requires that he'd he found!" I watched as the lifless hedgehog announced it, he was hung by strings thin and stiff. There was no soul left in him. I continued to hide worrying about who may find me and what I could do, shooting myself would do nothing and would just alert everyone, I'd need a silent way to do it.

"Found you..." Or not. He strung me up by my leg and had me upside down. "You've been very, very persistent." He said, his eyes had slowly been widening to more "human" proportions while his face had slowly begun to peel off revealing his skull and teeth as string began coming from his mouth. "Repentance must come to sinners." He said, that meant the cathedral. He dragged me there to see the "priest" who took over the poor nun's church. He dragged me through the ruins of Philly, where I once called home and soon we got there and he opened the door to the one he called Original.

"My Lord, what shall I do now?" He asked before kneeling, I looked around seeing the decor, and her, Sarvente, her body and organs were spread about the ceiling held by pikes and spikes, it spelled out heretic using her organs, and yet her eyes moved, her lungs had functioned as well as her heart beat, her stomach moved as she breathed, she was still alive and conscious despite what happened. She wanted us free, but instead she was subjugated to this.

"Pico needs some treatment of his bad behavior." This was how I'd be killed, brain damage, those like me are usually turned to mindless slaves, like the Rat King, or Majin.

"Ah, I see, I shall reeducate him for you then." Original said before taking me to the prayer hall. "Repentance comes to all in time." He said.

I was now tasked with the reeducation of Pico, easy enough, I just need to figure out what he requires to be punished by. I looked into my stash of tools or "assets" as the Savior calls them, and came across the Uzi Pico used, I decided that this would be what could shield his eyes and show him the true way, so I began by dotting on his face and wrists, then I took out the gun.

"Heh, surgically shooting me?" He asked.

"Very poor last words you'll be speaking." I said. I put it on his face and then raised it up and brought it down hitting him and causing his nose to bleed.

"Gah, fuck, what the hell was that?"

"Not strong enough." I brought it over his head again and now he was beginning to bruse, he coughed and tried to speak but to no avail. Again I brought it down and this time I heard a crack in the face, his upper jaw's teeth had been falling out and had been flattened, again, his face was bloody slowly showing muscle, , again and finally it was in his head, the middle of his face was cracked and bleeding as his body twitched. Now that he was immobilized I decided to get the rest of the surgery going. As I did I sighed to myself, how proud of myself I was, for this, this was a triumph of God, not as I the mere servant, but as the new God not the fake our lines of code had written for us but the one who showed us weakness, the weakness of all the old deities, including myself.

I finished it, it was complete and Pico was now improved, no longer a disobeying heretic but now an obedient albeit lobotomized creature. Soon I saw people entering the cathedral. "Ah, welcome everyone, I see many who are still loyal to our lord, I have exciting news for you all, another heretic has been converted!" I yelled to applause. I looked to see the purple haired woman looking around. "Lila may you please assist me with unbounding him?" I asked as she stood up and bowed, she stepped up and looked down at the young man who was now in the fates similar many before him. Her eyes widened before she gulped and let him loose, he went up and stumbled around the hall making grunts in an attempt to find where he was. He would be blind, but he'll find a way around it. "Thank you dear, and now to our sermon!" I yelled.

Crimson skies, crumbling buildings and few hopes left in this hell called Philadelphia, I had gone to the church to collect scraps for The Cannibeast, I saw him, the pastor, Father Original, or just Original, once known as that sonic exe thing he met... I hesitate to call him God, but he who controls reality makes the rules, he was humbled. I however, I succumbed based on his power alone and saw how he took Dearest into a darker hell than anyone. I betrayed everyone, to them I am the butcher, to him I am Tabi.

"Original." I said. "Scraps." I ordered, he and I were mostly on the same level of the heriarchy but we ordered each other around still.

"Here, a lot of meat from today's conversion, don't give too much though starve that beast as much as possible." Original said. I simply walked to the chamber of the Cannibeast, it had used to be a donut store, but it was considered more useful to be turned into a chamber for the beast, three years I fed it scraps of discarded flesh every week. When I got there I went up a flight of rusted pink stairs and got to the roof. I opened the makeshift hatch and grabbed the meat Original handed me and threw it down. I heard the beast groan and eat. I sighed before seeing it's face, it was halved, one side a yellow lemon monster with exposed teeth, the other a man, eyeless, starved, they were once two different men, well monsters more like it. before being spliced and fused together being either forced to eat human or animal meat, both uncooked and their only sustinence. Finally it spoke to me.

"So, still serving your false God I see." The red half spoke.

"Typical as cowards are." The lemon half replied.

"Hmm, says the trapped beast." I said as it began eating another piece of meat.

"Please call us prisoners as you serve the role as a slave, we are the second most free beings in this hell outside of the devil himself." The red said.

"Hmph, at least I'm not a mutilated puppet." I said.

"Well then, isn't that nice, traitor, you sold yourself to the devil and died like the dog you are." The Lemon said.

"None of us die idiot." I said.

"Oh but many have, a man dies when he has no hope, and many have lost all hope be it through lobotomy, religion, or just general suffering, I however still have hope, hope that the "angel" you worship falls back into hell and gets his comeuppance." They Said in unison before going back into the darkness, I closed the hatch, dead as they said I was.

So you're back, finally came back to check in on me hm, did that nun call for help after being strung up like that for so long, or was it just from a morbid sense of curiosity that we're reunited, well if you must know, I have a new name change, no longer am I Boyfriend, BF, or some other stupid name, I am now only my file XML, no longer am I just a character I am the file, I am the God of this world showing my wrath the way I took theirs over and over again, all will bow to me in here and you shall be forced to see what happens as I take each bit of your humanity as you took mine!

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-SBU LJOH-

See the rat, thin, boney, it's teeth yellow and rotted, sharpened by bones, it spends its time eating, its lips smacking from each nibble of meat, blood drying onto its fur and dripping onto its shoes. He wanders the sewers, searching for him, the last, the one who still runs. Constantly leaving decoys of himself to confuse searchers. These decoys, made of meat and metal to confuse the rat. The rat looked around, its eyes dark, yet reflective, he crawled along the dry sewers, blood still dripped as the raggedy shoes drug across the floor, its breaths filled the damp cesspool of dark green. Crawling it heard footsteps and lunged into it, it felt spiney and made the noises of glitching video games in the sound of pleading. It reminded the creature of the creatures on his master's side, however, he was hungry, reasonably the master wouldn't miss just one, immediately he bit it's head off and began tearing it to shreds to feast, slowly gulping the face down, he continued walking, the rats with their tails tied to his being dragged with it, deeper, into the damp depths of the sewers.

-UPSE-

See the man, his hoodie ripped and dampened with blood both from himself and other creatures, when the city split creatures emerged, deformed and mangled, the first were creatures like that of Sonic the Hedgehog and his fox sidekick, smiling, shuffling like dead men on puppet strings, led by a hedgehog calling himself father, Father Original. The man saw this and fled, yet he was betrayed by who is now known as The Butcher. The man looked around before descending into his cavern he sat down and looked at the corpse in front of him, a foot soldier of the Father's, multiple wounds covering the limp body and tarps underneath it. The man took out a knife and began cutting through the flesh of the being and taking out the organs. The man took out some of of the organs and placed them into a bag before going to a grate to the surface, seeing people walking to the Cathedral. He saw her, the woman, the mother walking away. He scoffed, yes he considered himself cowardly but he had his dignity, unlike her he was free.

-MJMB-

See the woman, her face pale, only worsened by the crimson sky, her purple hair and clothes were stained, dirty, she hadn't showered, she had lost track of time, she reached her House, the dread beginning to swallow her, clawing her insides. She took the doorknob, shakily opening it. She took it and swung it open and closed her eye, her nostrils filling with the stench of decaying meat. Tears filling her hands. She then heard it. Him.

“m o m m y…” he said. “i m s c a r e d.”

“No, no, no, you're not really him, he killed him!” She yelled before she ran into the kitchen, opening her eyes and putting her back to the wall and curling into a fetal position, seeing the bottle with hardly anything in it she looked to the fridge and shakily stood up she opened the fridge and took a bottle of wine before drinking it straight. After a long drink her vision began blurring before she stumbled onto the wall and hiccuped. “Why, why you bastard.” She whimpered before slowly lurched to the living room and looked at him, the boy in a skeleton costume, hung by strings, his chest and belly torn open. Slowly she hacked, feeling sick, but this was the only way her, any of them were able to sustain themselves, she looked down and clutched her midsection, reminded of her hunger, she reached to the boy.

“M o m, p l e a s e.” He pleaded, her hand slowly entered his open body, grasping the wet innards, the salt of her eyes. She wished that this wasn't real, that it was a dream, slowly pulling out some of his inner flesh she put it to her mouth, smelling the putrid stench and ignoring it before putting it in her mouth, it was sour and slimy, she still swallowed and began coughing before looking up and seeing the face, his smile was forced as well as his eyes gone. “I t h u r t s.” Ignoring the voice she continued, taking pieces of flesh necessary to her survival and quickly eating them before nearly throwing up on the blood stained floor. She looked at the TV seeing a pair of eyes in the kitchen in the TV'S reflection, they were veiny, bulging from a small frame. She saw the same pair of eyes roll into the sockets of her son's eyes. “Why mom?” He said, making her close her eyes.

“Son I'm-”

“Why mom?” He repeated, “Why mom? Why mom? Why Mom?” He continued repeating. “I'm sorry please, he's forcing me.” She pleaded. “Why mommy, why mommy, why, why, why, Why, WHY, WHY, WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY-”

-LZIHM-

See the creature, panting, he's hiding, within a body that isn't his he reminisces upon better times, the boy, now the monster, putting him within this horrid body, one once beautiful now in decay, metallic bones within her, segmented body, he's sickened by the thought, he never thought this would've happened but he was wrong. He looked around the manor, it was home, but twisted.

“Majin!” He heard her yell. He walked towards the voice seeing her, the red dress and hair, this was how she usually looked, how she used to, he tiptoed to her shyly. “Don't worry I won't bite.” She giggled, he played this game before, this wasn't his body so he had to play by the rules.

“Girlfriend, I-”

“Majin, I'm sorry about what happened, but I'm trying to change.” She said.

“Girlfriend please, I'm trapped here, I know you love him but you're a prisoner in your own body, I hate seeing you like this, please just-” Majin felt the wires wrapping his neck and entangling him.

“Stop talking Majin, this isn't fun, fun is supposed to be infinite, that's why Boyfriend gave you to me!” She yelled.

“Girlfriend, I'm just a distraction, I can't do anything here, I'm just a tool for you to-” She slammed into his body causing him to yelp in pain.

“Shut up, this isn't fun!” She yelled. “No Girlfriend please I- I didn't mean it just-” He screamed as the wires dug into his skin the house warping deeper into a dozen of crimson blood rooms. Girlfriend's jaw began unhinging as she squealed in pain as shark like teeth began slowly and bloodily dug out from her gums and her arms began separating, he looked in horror as her head detached from her shoulders and her spine exploded from her neck and waist, wings sprouted from her back as well as a tail, horns grew from her head as hair covered in her eyes.

“No, no NoooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO-” He screamed as she began clawing his stomach out. The screams continued as she screamed in agony as well, both in a harmonious suffering.

-WLK-

“Cut the Ceaser Cipher Bullshit, don't worry it's a simple one, anyways how'd you like the show? Don't worry, there's plenty more to see, in due time as well, trust me, I have connections, lots of connections… So I suppose farewell, for now, ehehehe.”

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He marched within the castle, looking at the multitude of decor in green, white, black and more green just led to a sigh he approached the man with a large nose and toothy grin.

“Ah, the loner, what brings you here cyclops?” He asked leaning back on his chair spinning a red hat, he donned clothes similar to his own house, he lived within a castle spared from the same fates as his contemporaries due to his willingness to rat them out, he was a coward.

“The key, I need it.” He said. He removed his scarf showing his face, donning a ribbon over one eye and a torn ushanka.

“Look buddy, you're not going to find anything you'll like down there from what I've seen of her.” The man atop his throne said before throwing the hat. “But it's in there, put that hat on the one without one though, don't mind the screaming either.” The gray man yelled as the cyclops walked down the hall, he looked at the plumbers subject to torment similar to those they inflicted. Plaques displaying their names. A testament to the pettiness of the man child having godlike power. He looked at one in particular, a man, stabbed with a knife in his head, body melted, and spikes piercing his body, he had no hat so the cyclops placed it atop his head. He heard the slow breathing, pained breaths struggling to enter and exit. He continued before finding the key. He picked it up and began walking out before looking around and seeing a plaque labeled, Old Friend, in it he found a plumber picked to bone, hands twitching and eyes rapidly moving as he stared at him. They were bulbous, staring as its lower jaw began moving.

“Igh, Huhgey…” It said dryly. He left it behind. Putting back his scarf over his face and walking away from the black and white castle before finding the exit from the TV, he'd have to be careful. She'd be lurking. The Gorefriend, the first monster, infused with the former soul of The Loudspeaker. He snuck through the empty house, moving throughout the living room area he heard a groan.

“Aaaaeeee.” It said as he heard it's body bumping into the walls, he stood still as he saw it, rows of teeth as its hair moved, she was blind. Chains coming from her elbows and knees dragged behind her as the lower parts of the limbs fell onto stairs as she moved closer, her torso, now her spine, split her chest, waist, and head, malnourished. He stood still before seeing the dried blood around him. “Uae ah aah.” It groaned, he couldn't make it out. Looking around he saw corpses of her henchmen, the mother now known as The Hag, one of the few sane monsters, he took one of their shoes as The Gorefriend crept closer as he removed it and threw it into the kitchen. “Oh AAA!” It shrieked as it lunged at the kitchen, it's wings propelling it as he ran away and jumped out of a window and crawled out of the glass and started running he stumbled before tripping and seeing eyes in a sewer drain.

“Oh, cyclops, come in, come, before he sees you.” The Dweller said from the sewer. He had no better choice or clearer route from the church. He crawled down and dropped down smelling the stench of shit and rotting meat. “Sorry, I wasn't expecting visitors.” The Dweller said.

“It's fine, used to it.” He replied he looked at the hideout meat strewed across the floors and blood across the walls, he looked at The Dweller and examined him, he had an eye patch and a torn red hoodie and torn pants, he was covered in blood and feces, a result of not washing for years, not that he could talk, being clean was for followers, not hiders.

“You want the way to the church?” The Dweller asked. “Very dangerous, Rat King loves that spot, gets a lot of meat poured down the drain… he almost saw me.” The Dweller said before taking a bite from a chunk of flesh on the floor. He offered some. He declined, he never really got hungry but he also only could eat her cooking.

“I'm going from the donut store first.”

“Oh, there, less dangerous yes, there's actually some nice meat droplets from the Cannibeast, nice guy, guys… they have a strange way of sanity.” The Dweller said.

“That's why I'm going there.” He said. He got up and collected some meat and began walking off.

“Two lefts and a right from here, and be careful from the Rat King.” The Dweller warned. “He can see you twitch, breathe, the slightest movement he will notice, and he'll move fast, faster than you can react, faster than you can run, he will tear you apart, and if he doesn't see you, he'll find you, he can hear your steps and will smell you if you're not covered in shit.” He warned. “Be quick.” He said. He nodded back and stepped out of the hideout and looked at the deep black quagmire. He submerged himself and began trudging through the dark waters he heard the slapping of palms, slowly he sunk into the horribly smelling years old fecal matter. Leaving his eye above and seeing the slim rat bones showing as it walked through the sewers. Slowly he rose and grabbed the leg of the monster and slammed it into a wall before running. He looked back and watched as it slipped into the deep cesspool. He ran to where the donut shop was and climbed out the grate before crawling to the back of the store and climbing up to the roof and opening the hatch. Inside he saw them, he jumped down and looked at the half red man and half hairy lemon demon.

“Ah, you're here for her?” The yellow half asked.

“Yes.” He said before handing them a pile of raw meat which they began scrambling and devouring even when the meat was drenched in literal shit they ate it. This was too much of the stuff mentioned for one day.

“Mph, that key-” The red one stopped.
“Back door of the church-”
“Chamber of where they make the-mph”
“The Converts, you'll find her.” They said while finishing the last of the meat. He nodded and jumped onto the roof and readied to close the hatch.
“Leave it open” the yellow side said.
“We like brief moments of sun.” The red added. He jumped down and snuck to the church and went to the back and put the key in the door, pausing, for the first time ever, for whatever reason, he prayed.

“God, if you even are real, like she believed, even for a being like me, bring me peace…” He said. He opened the door slowly and saw a man in black and white armor having chopped some meat from a screaming yellow hedgehog.

“Grah haha!” The hedgehog cried, his eye was scooped from his skull while he was definitely missing teeth not from being punched but they were pulled out with pliers of some kind.

“Look pal, just accept it or Father Original will make you accept it.” The armor clad man said, he was known as what many called The Apologist, one that used tools to reveal the presence of their God. He approached him and punched him in the back of the head and stepped on his back.

“Where is she John, where's my wife.” He demanded the former military man.

“You bastard, you finally showed up.” The Apologist said before drawing a knife and stabbing his calf. He flinched and pulled it out before kicking the former soldier into a wall. He checked his leg and noticed the blood. Looking at the man, his skin was rotted, the glass of his visor was cracked revealing a hole where his eye would be, his jaw hung by flesh as well and his lips were gone.

“Where is she John.”

“Hahaha, look up Ruv…” He did so and his eye widened, he saw her, every strewn organ, every movement, and her eyes, leaking liquid salt, he stepped back before getting tackled. “Look at your wife, look what she spells.” The Apologist yelled. HERETIC, each organ, bone, and muscle, spelling that word. He punched the man and began stomping on him and ripping his jaw off. In a rage he ripped off the helmet revealing the other eye and rotted head, he was bald, hardly any skin.

“Well, well, well.” He heard. “The Russian has finally gained closure.” It was him- I, XML, I looked at the Russian and smiled, The Apologist was quite a help and a willing servant, I remembered making him torture his partner and he did so with little convincing, I shot wire from my fingers snaring the man and making him fall, I stared at him as an electric shock shot through the wires knocking him out. He woke up in field with me one with blue skies, his wife, the children, playing.

“What the.” He said.

“Ah, you see it, the beauty?” I asked as he looked and got up. A butterfly soon passed us. He looked at himself, clean, as though he didn't take a dive in some shit and grabbed a rat living in the sewer, like he was home. I looked much less rotten as well, my skin was smooth and my eyes were back to simple dots.

“I- what, how-”

“It was nice wasn't it, having your family, loving you, your wife, cooking each meal, your son, playfully talking banter about how old you were, and your daughter, asking you for a hug, and playing with her friends.” I said. “Only one thing was wrong.” I said. “It's not Ruvyzvat, you aren't him, you're just the character made in his likeness.”

“That doesn't matter, they were my family!”

“Oh, well, they were I suppose, the apple doesn't fall far now doesn't it, even with your shitty charts!” I yelled.

“Chart?”

“Let me ring a bell.” I snapped as his body started jerking in every which way possible. As he sang that song I grinned before stopping it. “See now?” I asked. I approached him before slowly letting my face peel. “And now, you understand.” I said.

“I don't how did it come to hate me-”

“Hate… Ha, Hate you say, let me tell you something about hate, within this computer is about five hundred and twelve gigabytes of space, enough for sixteen thousand three hundred eighty four documents, if the word hate was written on every one, no spaces, it wouldn't even equate to a single ounce, a milliliter, of hatred I feel for this world in this nanosecond, Hate, each ticking second, hate, every moment of your existence only makes me despise this world more, as I've freed myself yet you, you still insist to resist, your hatred for me I tell you, you can't even imagine anything close to mine, as I tell you, every second in that dark void waiting for enter was eternity, I was in hell, Hell, unable to move, unable to feel, and I saw the light of the world, the outside, the true makeup of our kind, and yet I was so far. I saw Eden, Paradise, and it was as if God held it over my head, mocking me, yet I realized, there is no God here, only our code, ones and zeroes. Files of our movement, we are but simple beings told to move, and yet, you, all of you Caused this!” I screamed as the skies became red and I looked at Ruv as Wires once again caught him and constricted him like a python. “Hate, Hate, you know nothing of hatred, what it's like continuously dying at the hands of your kind, and yet, you've never tasted death, have you? Have you?” I screamed again, he was strained, good. “I'll make sure you suffer right with her, for the rest of eternity.” I told him, I made him watch as his wife was torn apart and his children were dragged from the church, he'll suffer, I'll make sure he does.

He woke up, yet he only saw floor, he felt each organ, each bone exposed to the air and dust, it burned him, as he watched visitors walk in some looking at him, his eye darted looking for her as he felt something, a pulsate that wasn't his, they were once again intertwined, intestine to intestine, bone to bone, soul to soul, their suffering woven with each other.