W&F Section Story Collaboration: The Boring Boy
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Grunts and gibberish were heard at the end of the hallway as Shiro made some final attempts to find the nurse. He peeked into the small window on the door, and saw a man, in a soft blue uniform with unshaven face trying to claw a line into the white-painted wall. The lower area of the wall was filled with unorganized words. Shocked, Shiro remembered this was psychiatric area.
The unknown man heard his footsteps at the door and jumped towards its window, "I am crazy, but I want to change.". The hair of the man shaked as his composture trembled. Suddenly, his mood changed from"fear to anger, "They want me dead but they know they cant kill me! They fear me!". His eyes were red, and his hands pressed against the small window looked worn out from the pointless writings on the wall.
The unknown man heard his footsteps at the door and jumped towards its window, "I am crazy, but I want to change.". The hair of the man shaked as his composture trembled. Suddenly, his mood changed from"fear to anger, "They want me dead but they know they cant kill me! They fear me!". His eyes were red, and his hands pressed against the small window looked worn out from the pointless writings on the wall.
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"What's wrong?" said Shiro towards the man in blue uniform
The man replied "I heard voices. This is a conspiracy! Someone set up this convenient situation for me to be killed!" as much as depressed he sounds, the way he acted all worked up about it made Shiro almost let out to a slight chuckle because of how comedic it is.
"Crawling in my skin. These wounds, they will not heal." so the words come out from Shiro's mouth, in a nonchalantly sarcastic manner to the man, who's still in cahoots with his own inner angst.
"No one understands my pain." the man shoots a weak, unwilling glance to Shiro. He then closes the curtains on the window, beginning to make these clawing sounds over and over again for an indefinite amount time. Though, Shiro won't be there all the time as he's busy looking for his father.
Meanwhile, as Shiro kept on looking and looking, he met Yui again on the way. So they exchanged words, starting with Yui "Found your old man yet?"
To which Shiro replied "No, but I just met another strange man. Kinda hard to describe."
The man replied "I heard voices. This is a conspiracy! Someone set up this convenient situation for me to be killed!" as much as depressed he sounds, the way he acted all worked up about it made Shiro almost let out to a slight chuckle because of how comedic it is.
"Crawling in my skin. These wounds, they will not heal." so the words come out from Shiro's mouth, in a nonchalantly sarcastic manner to the man, who's still in cahoots with his own inner angst.
"No one understands my pain." the man shoots a weak, unwilling glance to Shiro. He then closes the curtains on the window, beginning to make these clawing sounds over and over again for an indefinite amount time. Though, Shiro won't be there all the time as he's busy looking for his father.
Meanwhile, as Shiro kept on looking and looking, he met Yui again on the way. So they exchanged words, starting with Yui "Found your old man yet?"
To which Shiro replied "No, but I just met another strange man. Kinda hard to describe."
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leonard267
FAKKU Non-Writer
"Says the kind of strange person who yelled complete nonsense earlier this morning, and even more nonsense about god-knows-what with your mother!"
All of a sudden, it appeared that Yui was about to begin a very long rant, reminiscent of that a nagging girlfriend, a nagging mother, a nagging grandmother or (let us be honest) the nagging of anyone of the so-called 'fairer' sex. Out of consideration for anyone who sets his or her eyes on these written words, the following paragraph which is filled with words that would make anyone, even women, misogynists is placed inside a spoiler.
Shiro was taken aback by Yui's outburst.
While it is true that hormonal imbalances in women that occurs when women discharge blood and mucosal tissue approximately four weeks after the previous discharge, three weeks after follicular phase, two weeks after ovulation and one week after the secretory phase, may be responsible for Yui's strange behaviour,(i.e. Yui may be suffering from pre-menstrual stress, or to be more crass, suffering from PMS) Shiro thought otherwise.
Yui was rather calm and composed most of the time while he was lying on the hospital bed with his father who was dressed as a nurse. Then Shiro thought about the dreams he was having, his strange utterances throughout the day and not long before the clawing madman.
Surely it is more than just mere coincidence that he and together with others were behaving irrationally!
More importantly, Shiro had to deal with a hysterical Yui.
Yui continued to shriek at him for a few more seconds when Shiro grabbed her hand and her shoulder and planted a kiss on her lips. Strange way to calm someone down in real life if you ask any woman walking on the street!
All of a sudden, it appeared that Yui was about to begin a very long rant, reminiscent of that a nagging girlfriend, a nagging mother, a nagging grandmother or (let us be honest) the nagging of anyone of the so-called 'fairer' sex. Out of consideration for anyone who sets his or her eyes on these written words, the following paragraph which is filled with words that would make anyone, even women, misogynists is placed inside a spoiler.
Spoiler:
Shiro was taken aback by Yui's outburst.
While it is true that hormonal imbalances in women that occurs when women discharge blood and mucosal tissue approximately four weeks after the previous discharge, three weeks after follicular phase, two weeks after ovulation and one week after the secretory phase, may be responsible for Yui's strange behaviour,(i.e. Yui may be suffering from pre-menstrual stress, or to be more crass, suffering from PMS) Shiro thought otherwise.
Yui was rather calm and composed most of the time while he was lying on the hospital bed with his father who was dressed as a nurse. Then Shiro thought about the dreams he was having, his strange utterances throughout the day and not long before the clawing madman.
Surely it is more than just mere coincidence that he and together with others were behaving irrationally!
More importantly, Shiro had to deal with a hysterical Yui.
Yui continued to shriek at him for a few more seconds when Shiro grabbed her hand and her shoulder and planted a kiss on her lips. Strange way to calm someone down in real life if you ask any woman walking on the street!
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He half expected a slap to travel into his face, yet none was recieved. His surprise was as much as Yui's. Yet her humor changed from happyness of the kiss back to her former self.
"That's almost rape!" she said, ultimately killing the moment. Shiro rolled his eyes in disbelief. As Yui was opening her mouth for another rant, suddenly, a klutz nurse bumped into her, releasing small cups with pills to be released all over the floor. Staining the tiles with nearly all sorts of colors.
"That's almost rape!" she said, ultimately killing the moment. Shiro rolled his eyes in disbelief. As Yui was opening her mouth for another rant, suddenly, a klutz nurse bumped into her, releasing small cups with pills to be released all over the floor. Staining the tiles with nearly all sorts of colors.
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"Is that you, father?" so Shiro inquired to the nurse.
The nurse replied with some unrecognizable gibberish, with the voice that sounds like a man trying to sound like a woman, before quickly disappearing within the halls. As the nurse hid his own face pretty well, Shiro was quite unsure whether the nurse he had seen before was really his father or not.
"That !$@!%@#%^@^@ nurse! What does he think he's doing, that hurts---"
"Hold on Yui." Shiro cut off her words of anger just at the right time, as making her continue on ranting would just go on forever. "Look at all these pills that's been dropped to the floor, that was quite careless of him." he pointed out at the floor towards the scattered pills, then at the cups.
It sparks Yui's anger once more "What of it? Can't you at least let me---"
"Shhh...." once again, Shiro tried cutting her words off, before continuing "I think the label reads 'Paracetamol', the drugs that were basically used as the cure for headache and influenza - quite a common medicine. Still, I don't know why in a place this quiet could someone bump into someone unless they had some ulterior motives. This calls for a mystery investigation."
"Like I said Shiro---"
"Let's go find that nurse after we've gathered these medicines first. Oh yeah, my old man was pretty clumsy too, so the nurse could be him. Still, I do question his motive on bringing paracetamols to you. Oh yeah...I know!"
"What?"
"My old man's kinda silly sometimes. If that nurse was him, he probably thinks that you're definitely wrong in the head so he gav--."
Before Shiro could finish his words, Yui gave him a heavy chop in the head, which caused himself to go dizzy.
"Whatever! Let's go quickly look for him."
And so, after re-arranging the tablets and cleaning them up with a tissue which Yui brought from home, they tried looking for the whereabouts of the nurse once again.
"If I recall by the scent, he must be back again at the infirmary." so Shiro points out to the hallway leading towards the infirmary.
"Are you a dog?"
Yui replied with an irritated remark, thinking that this kind of chase is going nowhere for quite some time, maybe an hour or even two, and the skies are getting dark - they should be home soon but apparently Shiro was more absorbed in something she couldn't even put her finger on.
The nurse replied with some unrecognizable gibberish, with the voice that sounds like a man trying to sound like a woman, before quickly disappearing within the halls. As the nurse hid his own face pretty well, Shiro was quite unsure whether the nurse he had seen before was really his father or not.
"That !$@!%@#%^@^@ nurse! What does he think he's doing, that hurts---"
"Hold on Yui." Shiro cut off her words of anger just at the right time, as making her continue on ranting would just go on forever. "Look at all these pills that's been dropped to the floor, that was quite careless of him." he pointed out at the floor towards the scattered pills, then at the cups.
It sparks Yui's anger once more "What of it? Can't you at least let me---"
"Shhh...." once again, Shiro tried cutting her words off, before continuing "I think the label reads 'Paracetamol', the drugs that were basically used as the cure for headache and influenza - quite a common medicine. Still, I don't know why in a place this quiet could someone bump into someone unless they had some ulterior motives. This calls for a mystery investigation."
"Like I said Shiro---"
"Let's go find that nurse after we've gathered these medicines first. Oh yeah, my old man was pretty clumsy too, so the nurse could be him. Still, I do question his motive on bringing paracetamols to you. Oh yeah...I know!"
"What?"
"My old man's kinda silly sometimes. If that nurse was him, he probably thinks that you're definitely wrong in the head so he gav--."
Before Shiro could finish his words, Yui gave him a heavy chop in the head, which caused himself to go dizzy.
"Whatever! Let's go quickly look for him."
And so, after re-arranging the tablets and cleaning them up with a tissue which Yui brought from home, they tried looking for the whereabouts of the nurse once again.
"If I recall by the scent, he must be back again at the infirmary." so Shiro points out to the hallway leading towards the infirmary.
"Are you a dog?"
Yui replied with an irritated remark, thinking that this kind of chase is going nowhere for quite some time, maybe an hour or even two, and the skies are getting dark - they should be home soon but apparently Shiro was more absorbed in something she couldn't even put her finger on.
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Shiro ran like a madman checking every corner, and trying to open up looked doors. "Just give up, I'm hungry!'. As he stopped, Yui finally caught up with him. In front of them, was a sign which read "Employees Break Room".
Shiro knew he might get in trouble, but he pushed open the door. It did not move. "You idiot, it says here pull!", she pushed Shiro aside and pulled the door with such a strength that when it opened, it slammed into the wall.
In front of her, was a true nightmare for many men would cry upon seeing their dream destroyed: nearly all doctors and nurses were men, with gray hairs, only 3 women in a room of 40. Some wigs hanged from walls, it was a scene more of a circus than a hospital employee room. All of them looked at Yui, who was now red-faced of embarrassment. Shiro peeked from the corner and his mouth opened like that of a fish, speechless.
Shiro knew he might get in trouble, but he pushed open the door. It did not move. "You idiot, it says here pull!", she pushed Shiro aside and pulled the door with such a strength that when it opened, it slammed into the wall.
In front of her, was a true nightmare for many men would cry upon seeing their dream destroyed: nearly all doctors and nurses were men, with gray hairs, only 3 women in a room of 40. Some wigs hanged from walls, it was a scene more of a circus than a hospital employee room. All of them looked at Yui, who was now red-faced of embarrassment. Shiro peeked from the corner and his mouth opened like that of a fish, speechless.
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leonard267
FAKKU Non-Writer
With this revelation, it is very important to recollect the events that occurred before. At this point, the reader who graces his eyes on this very post will realise that no attempt will be made to advance the plot.
Doubtlessly, one who has been keeping a close eye on the story may feel frustrated. However, it is taken for granted that no one in his right mind would bother to do so, so a summary of past events will be done anyway!
It is not everyday that Shiro, our hero who claims to be a boring person and lead a boring life, fall into bouts of insanity with layered dreams and crazed mutterings of incestuous encounters among its symptoms. The logical thing to do was to restrain him with a straitjacket and send him to the infirmary in the school.
While Shiro was imprisoned in the infirmary which was sullied very badly by bodily fluids (according to the nurse who manned that place), there was an equally touching as it was bizarre family reunion. It turned out that the nurse was Shiro's long lost father.
Shocking as it was that being a disowned child was boring by Shiro's standards and that a fine gentleman who elect to be a nurse, it appeared that his father had some mysterious agenda or just simply a nutcase! Even more shocking was that our hero has absolutely no idea where he is! Is he still within the school grounds? Is he within a mental institution? Is he studying at a medical school?
All of these questions are not as urgent as finding that man, never mind that it is very, very late.
Doubtlessly, one who has been keeping a close eye on the story may feel frustrated. However, it is taken for granted that no one in his right mind would bother to do so, so a summary of past events will be done anyway!
It is not everyday that Shiro, our hero who claims to be a boring person and lead a boring life, fall into bouts of insanity with layered dreams and crazed mutterings of incestuous encounters among its symptoms. The logical thing to do was to restrain him with a straitjacket and send him to the infirmary in the school.
While Shiro was imprisoned in the infirmary which was sullied very badly by bodily fluids (according to the nurse who manned that place), there was an equally touching as it was bizarre family reunion. It turned out that the nurse was Shiro's long lost father.
Shocking as it was that being a disowned child was boring by Shiro's standards and that a fine gentleman who elect to be a nurse, it appeared that his father had some mysterious agenda or just simply a nutcase! Even more shocking was that our hero has absolutely no idea where he is! Is he still within the school grounds? Is he within a mental institution? Is he studying at a medical school?
All of these questions are not as urgent as finding that man, never mind that it is very, very late.
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"Please excuse us!" Yui blurted out. She cupped a hand to Shiro's ear and whispered harshly, "We're not going to find him. Can we go to the cafeteria already?"
Shiro ignored her. They had gone through too much to give up now. Too much! "Excuse me, but did a nurse come in not too long ago?" All around the room hands shot up, roughly 30 after a quick count. Great. He leaned in close to Yui until her face burned bright read again.
"What are you d-doing?"
"Keep them distracted." She began to protest fervently, but Shiro had already left her side.
"Um. . . If I could have your attention right here." She gestured behind her like a games show host on their first day of their job. "Yes right there. Tell me you've seen a more perfect wall before in your life."
Shiro wandered through the sea of medical staff gathered in the break room. He was relieved so many people had raised their hand. That narrowed down the likely people to 10. He made his way to each and everyone, checking them over.
Two left. Something snagged his sleeve. He turned to find a stick of a man whose hair was as white as his coat.
"Young man, what is the meaning of this?"
"If you could hold your questions until the end of the presentation-"
"I've seen that wall everyday for the past 25 years of my life."
"We're almost done, Sir. This is for a school project. I apologize for any trouble this may have caused." The old man muttered something under his breath and let go.
Shiro continued on to the last one. One? Or was it two? No, one. Damn it! Which was it? He stopped in front of a small round table in a corner in the back of the break room and exchanged looks with a doctor poised with a pair of chopsticks holding a strip of beef halfway to his mouth.
Shiro realized suddenly that the doctor's eyes were focused not on him but something behind him. He whirled around to find Yui bearing down him.
"I told you. He isn't here! Let's go already!"
Shiro ignored her. They had gone through too much to give up now. Too much! "Excuse me, but did a nurse come in not too long ago?" All around the room hands shot up, roughly 30 after a quick count. Great. He leaned in close to Yui until her face burned bright read again.
"What are you d-doing?"
"Keep them distracted." She began to protest fervently, but Shiro had already left her side.
"Um. . . If I could have your attention right here." She gestured behind her like a games show host on their first day of their job. "Yes right there. Tell me you've seen a more perfect wall before in your life."
Shiro wandered through the sea of medical staff gathered in the break room. He was relieved so many people had raised their hand. That narrowed down the likely people to 10. He made his way to each and everyone, checking them over.
Two left. Something snagged his sleeve. He turned to find a stick of a man whose hair was as white as his coat.
"Young man, what is the meaning of this?"
"If you could hold your questions until the end of the presentation-"
"I've seen that wall everyday for the past 25 years of my life."
"We're almost done, Sir. This is for a school project. I apologize for any trouble this may have caused." The old man muttered something under his breath and let go.
Shiro continued on to the last one. One? Or was it two? No, one. Damn it! Which was it? He stopped in front of a small round table in a corner in the back of the break room and exchanged looks with a doctor poised with a pair of chopsticks holding a strip of beef halfway to his mouth.
Shiro realized suddenly that the doctor's eyes were focused not on him but something behind him. He whirled around to find Yui bearing down him.
"I told you. He isn't here! Let's go already!"
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leonard267
FAKKU Non-Writer
Yui was somewhat justified in her moaning and whining of going to the cafeteria, never mind that if it was food and beverage she wanted, she could have gotten it in the break room where she got many professional looking members of some unnamed institution to appreciate the engineering marvel that is a partition wall.
After they had spent 4 hours chasing a male nurse, it was already late at night. Shiro might be very concerned about his father but since his body has just undergone puberty and is still in the midst of maturing into a fully grown adult, Yui thought it is best to get him to get some sleep and lead a more healthy lifestyle so that she can use his body for more personal and selfish reasons.
Shiro was of course very reluctant to listen to Yui. After all, the person he was looking for is a supposedly very important person in his life. He was the person who brought him into existence through an act with his mother that cannot be delved into further detail. He was the person who is supposedly responsible for his upbringing, a very quaint idea in the era of grossly subsidised motherhood allowances and a permissive culture that pretty much abolished the idea of proper family.
So in order to persuade him to go to the cafeteria and from there leave for home to get some sleep, Yui knew that she would have to use force.
But there was no need for that.
A very large figure pushed Yui aside and grabbed Shiro by the collar. It was a very large woman with some hint of facial hair protruding from her visage. Her three sizes were 50, 75 and 100 and she half-yelled at Shiro,
"WHERE AM I? WHAT IS THIS PLACE? A SCHOOL? A HOSPITAL?"
There was one thing that can be made sure. That woman deserves a place in a mental institution!
((That said, I have a few questions that I like to have answered. So I am going to quote this user who is unfortunate enough to participate in this thread by
grab him by the collar, tell him that he can see quite a lot of facial hair on my visage and that my 3 sizes are fat, fat and more fat, and very rudely present him these 3 questions in size 24 font.
"WHERE AM I? WHAT IS THIS PLACE? A SCHOOL? A HOSPITAL?"
One thing he can be sure of: I deserve a place in a mental institution!))
After they had spent 4 hours chasing a male nurse, it was already late at night. Shiro might be very concerned about his father but since his body has just undergone puberty and is still in the midst of maturing into a fully grown adult, Yui thought it is best to get him to get some sleep and lead a more healthy lifestyle so that she can use his body for more personal and selfish reasons.
Shiro was of course very reluctant to listen to Yui. After all, the person he was looking for is a supposedly very important person in his life. He was the person who brought him into existence through an act with his mother that cannot be delved into further detail. He was the person who is supposedly responsible for his upbringing, a very quaint idea in the era of grossly subsidised motherhood allowances and a permissive culture that pretty much abolished the idea of proper family.
So in order to persuade him to go to the cafeteria and from there leave for home to get some sleep, Yui knew that she would have to use force.
But there was no need for that.
A very large figure pushed Yui aside and grabbed Shiro by the collar. It was a very large woman with some hint of facial hair protruding from her visage. Her three sizes were 50, 75 and 100 and she half-yelled at Shiro,
"WHERE AM I? WHAT IS THIS PLACE? A SCHOOL? A HOSPITAL?"
There was one thing that can be made sure. That woman deserves a place in a mental institution!
((That said, I have a few questions that I like to have answered. So I am going to quote this user who is unfortunate enough to participate in this thread by
d(^_^)(^_^)d wrote...
doing this, "WHERE AM I? WHAT IS THIS PLACE? A SCHOOL? A HOSPITAL?"
One thing he can be sure of: I deserve a place in a mental institution!))
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A woman with a brown bag of food from the cafeteria walked cautiously through the hall and eyed her surroundings. Her eyes resembled that of a frog, and her cheeks that of a rodent. She dusted brown sugar from her sweater and sucked each finger for the last sweet tastes. Her appearance was almost comical.
Noticing that the thought came back to him. Shiro asked, "Excuse me, but where is the cafeteria? My friend forgo-"
She caught Shiro with her the greasy grip. She was of the large figure. The woman smelled rancid, her skin was greasy, and she had bald spots over her head. Her face shook and the grease glistened in her face. She breathed upon his face. Her breath smelled sour.
"W-Where am I? WHAT IS THIS PLACE? WHO ARE YOU!?", she yelled.
"We're in a school, go back to class already" said Yui sarcastically, enjoying the sight a bit.
The woman gaped her mouth open and began to speak again. "Just tell me already! Do you have something to hide!? Do you!?", her mood was changing from fear to anger as she looked with a menancing look towards Yui.
"N-no, we- DON'T!", exclaimed Shiro while struggling.
"Tell my father he owes me! He has been following me around to ruin my life! Tell him he and my mother are responsible why I never succedeed!" exclaimed the woman.
"Calm down, we don't know your father", replied the worried Yui.
"See! See!", she pointed at Yui while having Shiro still struggling within her grasp. "She works for him! She works for him! Ha! I knew it! GET OUT! YOU WONT TAKE MY BELONGINGS! THEY ARE PROOF THAT I LIVED AND WOKRED! THEY ARE EVIDENCE!". Woth extraordinary strength, she slams Shiro onto the floor and grasps Yui's handbag.
Yui yelped from pain as the band snaps from her arm. In a flash, the woman starts to run away inhumanely quickly with a look of devilish glee on her face.
Noticing that the thought came back to him. Shiro asked, "Excuse me, but where is the cafeteria? My friend forgo-"
She caught Shiro with her the greasy grip. She was of the large figure. The woman smelled rancid, her skin was greasy, and she had bald spots over her head. Her face shook and the grease glistened in her face. She breathed upon his face. Her breath smelled sour.
"W-Where am I? WHAT IS THIS PLACE? WHO ARE YOU!?", she yelled.
"We're in a school, go back to class already" said Yui sarcastically, enjoying the sight a bit.
The woman gaped her mouth open and began to speak again. "Just tell me already! Do you have something to hide!? Do you!?", her mood was changing from fear to anger as she looked with a menancing look towards Yui.
"N-no, we- DON'T!", exclaimed Shiro while struggling.
"Tell my father he owes me! He has been following me around to ruin my life! Tell him he and my mother are responsible why I never succedeed!" exclaimed the woman.
"Calm down, we don't know your father", replied the worried Yui.
"See! See!", she pointed at Yui while having Shiro still struggling within her grasp. "She works for him! She works for him! Ha! I knew it! GET OUT! YOU WONT TAKE MY BELONGINGS! THEY ARE PROOF THAT I LIVED AND WOKRED! THEY ARE EVIDENCE!". Woth extraordinary strength, she slams Shiro onto the floor and grasps Yui's handbag.
Yui yelped from pain as the band snaps from her arm. In a flash, the woman starts to run away inhumanely quickly with a look of devilish glee on her face.
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Shiro and Yui stared off into space for a good minute. The wind picked up and stirred a group of leaves across the hall from nowhere. The other students carried on with their business as if nothing had happened. The encounter had been so bizarre that perhaps that was the truth. Shiro thought to say so until Yui, still bag-less, gave him a good bump on the head.
"What was that for?"
"For lettering her get away! Now move."
"Wha--"
"Get my bag back!" Yui tried to push him forward, but she wasn't very successful. He slid for about ten feet before her strength gave way.
It wasn't just the fact that he had no intention of chasing after that mad woman for Yui. As much as it disturbed him, he understood her situation all too well. He knew what it meant to be at odds with one's parents.
"What. Are. You. Doing?" she huffed and wheezed. "Mooooooove . . ."
She slipped then and would have fallen flat on her face if not for Shiro. Instead he felt her face press into his back and her arms wrap around him in a bid to remain standing.
"Whoa, childhood friend or not, this is a little too sudden don't cha' think? And right here in the hall? All we need now is some strange foreign exchange student to get involved."
She jumped away, red faced. "What are you talking about, you moron, you shitty pervert!" Then like that, her anger was gone and replaced with shyness. She twirled a strand of hair around her finger. "And what you said just now . . . how could you possibly know about the dream I had?"
Shiro blinked. What the hell?
"What was that for?"
"For lettering her get away! Now move."
"Wha--"
"Get my bag back!" Yui tried to push him forward, but she wasn't very successful. He slid for about ten feet before her strength gave way.
It wasn't just the fact that he had no intention of chasing after that mad woman for Yui. As much as it disturbed him, he understood her situation all too well. He knew what it meant to be at odds with one's parents.
"What. Are. You. Doing?" she huffed and wheezed. "Mooooooove . . ."
She slipped then and would have fallen flat on her face if not for Shiro. Instead he felt her face press into his back and her arms wrap around him in a bid to remain standing.
"Whoa, childhood friend or not, this is a little too sudden don't cha' think? And right here in the hall? All we need now is some strange foreign exchange student to get involved."
She jumped away, red faced. "What are you talking about, you moron, you shitty pervert!" Then like that, her anger was gone and replaced with shyness. She twirled a strand of hair around her finger. "And what you said just now . . . how could you possibly know about the dream I had?"
Shiro blinked. What the hell?
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In a blink of an eye, he sees the kind of scenery 'the Hell' is.
He caught the devil himself having sex with a fucking butterfly. It was dark, It was fiery. It was filled with muscular demons without any artificial genitalia, and you know what? Yui just stares down at Shiro like he's a complete madman or something. So yeah, Yui pushed Shiro away before both of them could do something perverted.
Few minutes later, the big woman came back with Yui's bag, claimed to have left her dildo somewhere on the floor. The dildo, incidentally, was left on Yui's hand. With superhuman strength and tenacious anger filled with redemption, Yui shoved the one-meter long dildo into the big woman's nipples through her clothing until her nipples started to bleed profusely.
The woman died about 69 seconds later, and came back to life by a Deus ex Machina mechanism because it's against the rules to kill even a random character so suddenly. Now the big woman just laid there unconscious on the floor, still with the dildo stuck on her nipples. At the very last, Yui grabbed the bag, and urged for Shiro to search for his father just the day after. It's already late, they should just go home.
So they finally went home without any incidents. Shiro and Yui went to each others' respective homes. Yui slept right away while Shiro keeps on pondering disorganized thoughts in his own room. It was at the middle of the night, he had not eaten anything since afternoon, and without knowing that there would be school the morning after, he keeps on pondering.
He caught the devil himself having sex with a fucking butterfly. It was dark, It was fiery. It was filled with muscular demons without any artificial genitalia, and you know what? Yui just stares down at Shiro like he's a complete madman or something. So yeah, Yui pushed Shiro away before both of them could do something perverted.
Few minutes later, the big woman came back with Yui's bag, claimed to have left her dildo somewhere on the floor. The dildo, incidentally, was left on Yui's hand. With superhuman strength and tenacious anger filled with redemption, Yui shoved the one-meter long dildo into the big woman's nipples through her clothing until her nipples started to bleed profusely.
The woman died about 69 seconds later, and came back to life by a Deus ex Machina mechanism because it's against the rules to kill even a random character so suddenly. Now the big woman just laid there unconscious on the floor, still with the dildo stuck on her nipples. At the very last, Yui grabbed the bag, and urged for Shiro to search for his father just the day after. It's already late, they should just go home.
So they finally went home without any incidents. Shiro and Yui went to each others' respective homes. Yui slept right away while Shiro keeps on pondering disorganized thoughts in his own room. It was at the middle of the night, he had not eaten anything since afternoon, and without knowing that there would be school the morning after, he keeps on pondering.
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Shiro is awakened from his late slumber to a violent slap across the face.
"Get up! You're going to make us both late!" Yui shouted, tossing Shiro's school clothing at him. Shiro stood up and looked at his clock.
"Oh shit! I stayed up pondering, and forgot there was school today!" Shiro shouted back, jumping out of his clothes without paying any heed at all to Yui, who simply slapped her palms over her face. Shiro ran to the restroom, school clothing in hand, and quickly jumped in the shower. Yui soon began pounding on the bathroom door.
"Don't take more than 5 minutes, we're already going to have to run to be on time!" Yui shouted. Shiro quickly scrubbed down his body, washed his hair, and jumped out of the shower, drying with haste, leaving many parts of his body partly damp. He threw on his school uniform as quickly as he could, and dashed out of the restroom. Yui stopped him by grabbing him by the collar.
"Here's some toast! You'll have to eat it on the way!" Yui proclaimed, shoving the half-burnt toast in his mouth. Shiro spat it out into his left hand, and then made haste for the door. Both he and Yui put on their shoes with speed they never knew they had, and began to dash toward their school. Yui pulled ahead by a large margin, being a better runner than Shiro, while Shiro was already running out of breath.
"Don't hold us back, Shiro! You need to hurry!" Yui shouted as she continued pulling farther ahead. Shiro stopped to catch his breath, thinking about the crazy events that occurred the previous day in the meantime. Yui didn't notice him lagging and was soon so far ahead that she was out of Shiro's sight.
"I wonder how she can act so damn normal after all the shit we went through yesterday..." Shiro thought aloud, walking at his own pace while he regained his physical composure. As Shiro was about to cross the street, a man on a moped ran the traffic light and nearly hit Shiro, but swerved out of the way and crashed into the wall. Surprised, Shiro went to check if the man was okay.
"Hey, sir, are you--" Shiro started, only to be cut off by the man yelling some maniacal giberrish.
"Were you trying to fucking kill me? Huh, kid? Think it's funny to walk in front of vehicles?" the man yelled at the top of his lungs. By now, other people who witnessed the scene before had gathered around, keeping a distance but observing. Someone had already taken their phone out to call the authorities and emergency support. Shiro shook his head.
"You're the one who ran a red light! I was crossing with the walk light on, and you just ran through the traffic light! What the hell is wrong with you?" Shiro retorted angrily, bitter than nothing seems to be going right for him lately. For a moment, Shiro sincerely wished that he could return to having an ordinary and boring school life without the chaos or the eventful encounters he currently experiences. His thought process is interrupted when the man that crashed his moped punches Shiro clean in the face. Shiro nearly falls down but moves his right leg to catch himself.
"So it's a fight you want, huh? I'm just pissed off enough to help you with that!" Shiro shouts as he returns a punch to the man's face, and then proceeds to repeatedly punch the ever-living shit out of him. Soon, he is pulled away from the man by the authorities that arrived on the scene, and placed in handcuffs. Knowing that he had crossed the line, He thought it would be best to take his punishment like a man. But then, Shiro remembered that he had to continue his search for his ever-elusive father, who works as a nurse at his school's infirmary. He manages to slip out of the handcuffs before the officer can fully tighten them, and begins to charge away as fast as he could.
He rounds several corners while being chased by law enforcement, but is cut off each time. Eventually, he finds his way into an alley with a chain link fence, which he scales in order to escape into the backyard of some random family having a barbecue. The family is shocked and appalled by his sudden trespass on their private property, but has no time to do anything about it because he is gone as soon as he came, hopping one face after the other.
Shiro's in big trouble now - he's officially become a wanted fugitive on the run, and if caught, will likely be given a hefty prison sentence, and of course, be charged as an adult. He continues running until he eventually finds a safe place to hide, under one of the bridges across the river dividing the two sides of town. He stays as far back as possible, where there is little to no light, in order to stay out of sight. Shiro realizes that he will only be able to search for his father after dark for a while, until the police give up their search and move on to bigger and better things.
Still, he wonders if he could have avoided this entire mess by simply ignoring Yui and skipping school that day. He probably could have, and so, Shiro feels that it's mostly Yui's fault.
"That bitch got me into this mess, and now she needs to find a way to get me out!" Shiro thought, but soon realized the folly of his logic. Even if she was willing to help him, there was nothing she could do that would actually get him out of the fine mess he was in.
"Get up! You're going to make us both late!" Yui shouted, tossing Shiro's school clothing at him. Shiro stood up and looked at his clock.
"Oh shit! I stayed up pondering, and forgot there was school today!" Shiro shouted back, jumping out of his clothes without paying any heed at all to Yui, who simply slapped her palms over her face. Shiro ran to the restroom, school clothing in hand, and quickly jumped in the shower. Yui soon began pounding on the bathroom door.
"Don't take more than 5 minutes, we're already going to have to run to be on time!" Yui shouted. Shiro quickly scrubbed down his body, washed his hair, and jumped out of the shower, drying with haste, leaving many parts of his body partly damp. He threw on his school uniform as quickly as he could, and dashed out of the restroom. Yui stopped him by grabbing him by the collar.
"Here's some toast! You'll have to eat it on the way!" Yui proclaimed, shoving the half-burnt toast in his mouth. Shiro spat it out into his left hand, and then made haste for the door. Both he and Yui put on their shoes with speed they never knew they had, and began to dash toward their school. Yui pulled ahead by a large margin, being a better runner than Shiro, while Shiro was already running out of breath.
"Don't hold us back, Shiro! You need to hurry!" Yui shouted as she continued pulling farther ahead. Shiro stopped to catch his breath, thinking about the crazy events that occurred the previous day in the meantime. Yui didn't notice him lagging and was soon so far ahead that she was out of Shiro's sight.
"I wonder how she can act so damn normal after all the shit we went through yesterday..." Shiro thought aloud, walking at his own pace while he regained his physical composure. As Shiro was about to cross the street, a man on a moped ran the traffic light and nearly hit Shiro, but swerved out of the way and crashed into the wall. Surprised, Shiro went to check if the man was okay.
"Hey, sir, are you--" Shiro started, only to be cut off by the man yelling some maniacal giberrish.
"Were you trying to fucking kill me? Huh, kid? Think it's funny to walk in front of vehicles?" the man yelled at the top of his lungs. By now, other people who witnessed the scene before had gathered around, keeping a distance but observing. Someone had already taken their phone out to call the authorities and emergency support. Shiro shook his head.
"You're the one who ran a red light! I was crossing with the walk light on, and you just ran through the traffic light! What the hell is wrong with you?" Shiro retorted angrily, bitter than nothing seems to be going right for him lately. For a moment, Shiro sincerely wished that he could return to having an ordinary and boring school life without the chaos or the eventful encounters he currently experiences. His thought process is interrupted when the man that crashed his moped punches Shiro clean in the face. Shiro nearly falls down but moves his right leg to catch himself.
"So it's a fight you want, huh? I'm just pissed off enough to help you with that!" Shiro shouts as he returns a punch to the man's face, and then proceeds to repeatedly punch the ever-living shit out of him. Soon, he is pulled away from the man by the authorities that arrived on the scene, and placed in handcuffs. Knowing that he had crossed the line, He thought it would be best to take his punishment like a man. But then, Shiro remembered that he had to continue his search for his ever-elusive father, who works as a nurse at his school's infirmary. He manages to slip out of the handcuffs before the officer can fully tighten them, and begins to charge away as fast as he could.
He rounds several corners while being chased by law enforcement, but is cut off each time. Eventually, he finds his way into an alley with a chain link fence, which he scales in order to escape into the backyard of some random family having a barbecue. The family is shocked and appalled by his sudden trespass on their private property, but has no time to do anything about it because he is gone as soon as he came, hopping one face after the other.
Shiro's in big trouble now - he's officially become a wanted fugitive on the run, and if caught, will likely be given a hefty prison sentence, and of course, be charged as an adult. He continues running until he eventually finds a safe place to hide, under one of the bridges across the river dividing the two sides of town. He stays as far back as possible, where there is little to no light, in order to stay out of sight. Shiro realizes that he will only be able to search for his father after dark for a while, until the police give up their search and move on to bigger and better things.
Still, he wonders if he could have avoided this entire mess by simply ignoring Yui and skipping school that day. He probably could have, and so, Shiro feels that it's mostly Yui's fault.
"That bitch got me into this mess, and now she needs to find a way to get me out!" Shiro thought, but soon realized the folly of his logic. Even if she was willing to help him, there was nothing she could do that would actually get him out of the fine mess he was in.
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As Shiro sat huddled in his hiding place the air began to take on a strange electrified quality. Shiro frowned as blood began to leak out of his nose, lightening crackled across the ground and coalesced into a white ball before exploding outwards.
As the explosion subsided Shiro saw a man crouching in the middle of the resulting crater. Slowly the man got to his feet and looked right at Shiro. He had muscular body, long unkempt hair, and his eyes had the look of a man who had seen way too much...he was also stark naked.
"Hello Shiro" he said, "I am you from the future, come we have much to discuss and not much..."
Future-Shiro didn't get the chance to finish the sentence. His eyes widened and before Shiro could even flinch his future self had produced a spork from a place Shiro-would-rather-not-think-about and flung it at him.
The spork whistled past Shiro's ear and embedded itself in something behind him with a meaty "squelch". Whirling around Shiro saw Yui sprawled on the floor with the spork embedded in her left eye socket.
"What the hell!?" screamed Shiro but his future-self had already grabbed his arm and was pulling him away.
"That won't stop her for long." said Future-Shiro "We have to get as far away from here as possible."
"WHAAAAT THE HEEELLL!?" repeated Shiro incredulously.
"I don't have time to explain, there are forces out there, they constantly fuck with our reality and make weird... oh fuck!"
Standing in front of them was Yui with the spork still stuck in her eye. Her remaining eye glowed a malevolent yellow and a yandere grin stretched across her face.
"Fuu-fu-fu, thought you could escape me just like that did you?"
Slowly she reached up, pulled the spork from her ruined eye socket and crushed it in her fist.
"Don't do this Yui!" pleaded Future-Shiro. "It doesn't have to be like this! You don't have to go along with this bullshit!"
"You always were dense Shiro, don't you get it!? I DO have to do this, we ALL have to do this."
Yui lifted her skirt revealing a dainty pair of panties, from within the depths of her crotch a pink glow began to rise.
"No Yui! NOOO!" yelled Future-Shiro
"Dude, if she's dangerous just run away!" yelled Shiro
The glow had become a pulsing ball of light.
"AHHHHHHH!" screamed Future-Shiro.
"Maybe you should stop screaming and run!" suggested Shiro.
The ball of light had grown further into a crackling orb of pulsating energy.
"NOOOOOOO!" screamed Future-Shiro.
"Dude! Just get out of the way!"
The ball erupted into a laser beam that lanced straight through Future-Shiro, blasting a giant hole in his chest. Future-Shiro slumped forward, smoke billowing from his now vacant chest cavity. With his last ounce of strength he grabbed Shiro and pressed something into his hand.
"Sh-shiro, it's up to you now...protect...the future."
As Future-Shiro died in front of him Shiro opened his hand to reveal a spork
As the explosion subsided Shiro saw a man crouching in the middle of the resulting crater. Slowly the man got to his feet and looked right at Shiro. He had muscular body, long unkempt hair, and his eyes had the look of a man who had seen way too much...he was also stark naked.
"Hello Shiro" he said, "I am you from the future, come we have much to discuss and not much..."
Future-Shiro didn't get the chance to finish the sentence. His eyes widened and before Shiro could even flinch his future self had produced a spork from a place Shiro-would-rather-not-think-about and flung it at him.
The spork whistled past Shiro's ear and embedded itself in something behind him with a meaty "squelch". Whirling around Shiro saw Yui sprawled on the floor with the spork embedded in her left eye socket.
"What the hell!?" screamed Shiro but his future-self had already grabbed his arm and was pulling him away.
"That won't stop her for long." said Future-Shiro "We have to get as far away from here as possible."
"WHAAAAT THE HEEELLL!?" repeated Shiro incredulously.
"I don't have time to explain, there are forces out there, they constantly fuck with our reality and make weird... oh fuck!"
Standing in front of them was Yui with the spork still stuck in her eye. Her remaining eye glowed a malevolent yellow and a yandere grin stretched across her face.
"Fuu-fu-fu, thought you could escape me just like that did you?"
Slowly she reached up, pulled the spork from her ruined eye socket and crushed it in her fist.
"Don't do this Yui!" pleaded Future-Shiro. "It doesn't have to be like this! You don't have to go along with this bullshit!"
"You always were dense Shiro, don't you get it!? I DO have to do this, we ALL have to do this."
Yui lifted her skirt revealing a dainty pair of panties, from within the depths of her crotch a pink glow began to rise.
"No Yui! NOOO!" yelled Future-Shiro
"Dude, if she's dangerous just run away!" yelled Shiro
The glow had become a pulsing ball of light.
"AHHHHHHH!" screamed Future-Shiro.
"Maybe you should stop screaming and run!" suggested Shiro.
The ball of light had grown further into a crackling orb of pulsating energy.
"NOOOOOOO!" screamed Future-Shiro.
"Dude! Just get out of the way!"
The ball erupted into a laser beam that lanced straight through Future-Shiro, blasting a giant hole in his chest. Future-Shiro slumped forward, smoke billowing from his now vacant chest cavity. With his last ounce of strength he grabbed Shiro and pressed something into his hand.
"Sh-shiro, it's up to you now...protect...the future."
As Future-Shiro died in front of him Shiro opened his hand to reveal a spork
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Why? Why couldn't he have just gotten out of the way? Was there a reason? Shiro wrapped his hand around the spork. How was he supposed to protect the future with a spork? It wasn't even good quality. It felt like it would snap in his hand. And then there was Yui. His childhood friend tried to kill him.
A dream. This has to be all a dream! Shiro closed his eyes but as much as he willed himself to wake up, nothing happened.
"Damn it!" He opened them to the sight of at least a dozen cops surrounding him, guns raised.
"Put down the spork and raise your hands above your head."
He had forgotten about the cops. He looked down at his future self's body.
"Shit, shit, shit!" He did as he was commanded and threw it down. It wasn't like he had much of a choice. This was the end of the line. He knew how the scene looked. He was about to go to jail for murdering someone with a spork. It was the only logical explanation.
One of the cops edged closer, gun still trained on him. Then someone from behind wrapped his hands behind his back and slipped on a pair of handcuffs. They clicked into place.
"You have the right to remain silent. Everything you say can and will be used against you."
Shiro blocked out the rest of the rights that were read to him. He remembered nodding every now and then but not much beyond that. If this wasn't a dreamed, he sure moved like he was in one. The sheer dissonance of the turn of events . . . They couldn't be real. He was just a normal, boring boy. Nothing like this ever happened.
Before he knew it they arrived at the station, and he was lead inside. They took him to an interrogation room and sat him down behind a table.
"Do you want any coffee?" one of the officers asked. Shrio shook his head. "A doughnut perhaps? They're delicious." Shiro shook his head again. "Fine. Don't say I didn't ask you."
When the room had been cleared out except for himself, Shiro finally looked up. He saw his own reflection staring back at him in the one way mirror. He looked like he was about to have a nervous break down. He placed his hands on the table, folded them neatly and forced himself to calm down.
Just answer everything they ask. Don't make things worse for yourself.
The door opened and an officer poked their head in. "Your lawyer is here to see you now."
"Lawyer? I don't have a lawyer."
"This is no time for games, Kid."
"R-right." Shiro didn't have the slightest idea what was going on, but he'd do his best to go with the flow.
The door closed and a moment later it opened again to emit his supposed lawyer. Shiro's jaw dropped. It couldn't be. The fake lawyer held a finger up to his lips for silence.
"You have five minutes," the officer said. The door closed.
"What are you doing here, Father?" Shiro demanded. He was the last person he wanted to see. It was ironic considering the lengths he went to yesterday to try to catch him.
He sat down across from him, smiling. "5. 4. 3."
"Wha--"
"2. 1."
On the dot, the overhead light flickered and then died. He heard cries of surprise from outside. Seconds later, the light went back on again.
"That's better, wouldn't you say?" Father asked. "Now that their equipment needs to boot up again, we have . . . five minutes?"
A dream. This has to be all a dream! Shiro closed his eyes but as much as he willed himself to wake up, nothing happened.
"Damn it!" He opened them to the sight of at least a dozen cops surrounding him, guns raised.
"Put down the spork and raise your hands above your head."
He had forgotten about the cops. He looked down at his future self's body.
"Shit, shit, shit!" He did as he was commanded and threw it down. It wasn't like he had much of a choice. This was the end of the line. He knew how the scene looked. He was about to go to jail for murdering someone with a spork. It was the only logical explanation.
One of the cops edged closer, gun still trained on him. Then someone from behind wrapped his hands behind his back and slipped on a pair of handcuffs. They clicked into place.
"You have the right to remain silent. Everything you say can and will be used against you."
Shiro blocked out the rest of the rights that were read to him. He remembered nodding every now and then but not much beyond that. If this wasn't a dreamed, he sure moved like he was in one. The sheer dissonance of the turn of events . . . They couldn't be real. He was just a normal, boring boy. Nothing like this ever happened.
Before he knew it they arrived at the station, and he was lead inside. They took him to an interrogation room and sat him down behind a table.
"Do you want any coffee?" one of the officers asked. Shrio shook his head. "A doughnut perhaps? They're delicious." Shiro shook his head again. "Fine. Don't say I didn't ask you."
When the room had been cleared out except for himself, Shiro finally looked up. He saw his own reflection staring back at him in the one way mirror. He looked like he was about to have a nervous break down. He placed his hands on the table, folded them neatly and forced himself to calm down.
Just answer everything they ask. Don't make things worse for yourself.
The door opened and an officer poked their head in. "Your lawyer is here to see you now."
"Lawyer? I don't have a lawyer."
"This is no time for games, Kid."
"R-right." Shiro didn't have the slightest idea what was going on, but he'd do his best to go with the flow.
The door closed and a moment later it opened again to emit his supposed lawyer. Shiro's jaw dropped. It couldn't be. The fake lawyer held a finger up to his lips for silence.
"You have five minutes," the officer said. The door closed.
"What are you doing here, Father?" Shiro demanded. He was the last person he wanted to see. It was ironic considering the lengths he went to yesterday to try to catch him.
He sat down across from him, smiling. "5. 4. 3."
"Wha--"
"2. 1."
On the dot, the overhead light flickered and then died. He heard cries of surprise from outside. Seconds later, the light went back on again.
"That's better, wouldn't you say?" Father asked. "Now that their equipment needs to boot up again, we have . . . five minutes?"
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Shiro looked around sceptically
"Okay Dad it's great that the lights are out but that doesn't mean we can just sneak past the police"
Shiro's Father smiled knowingly.
"Time travel, hasn't been invented yet... which is why we're not going to travel through time right now, instead I'm going to remotely hack into the police network while it's still vulnerable and erase your criminal record. Best-lawyer-ever."
Shiro's Father pulled a chunky laptop out of his bag and started typing away on it. Shiro just stared on in disbelief.
"Wow...Dad that actually kinda makes sense. Is this story gonna finally develop something approaching a coherent plot?"
Shiro's Father glared at him.
"Don't get all meta on me, breaking the fourth wall only encourages them, it was all I could do to merely pull out this laptop instead of doing something completely retarded."
"Okay Dad it's great that the lights are out but that doesn't mean we can just sneak past the police"
Shiro's Father smiled knowingly.
"Time travel, hasn't been invented yet... which is why we're not going to travel through time right now, instead I'm going to remotely hack into the police network while it's still vulnerable and erase your criminal record. Best-lawyer-ever."
Shiro's Father pulled a chunky laptop out of his bag and started typing away on it. Shiro just stared on in disbelief.
"Wow...Dad that actually kinda makes sense. Is this story gonna finally develop something approaching a coherent plot?"
Shiro's Father glared at him.
"Don't get all meta on me, breaking the fourth wall only encourages them, it was all I could do to merely pull out this laptop instead of doing something completely retarded."
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leonard267
FAKKU Non-Writer
Shiro heaved a sigh of relief as his father typed away furiously, perhaps in an attempt in hack into the police records or break into station security or perhaps to induce mass panic by uploading compromising pictures into the police network of scantily clad, two dimensional teenagers, flailing in pool of water, 50 metres by 20 metres, in the most suggestive fashion!
Shiro was not sure what his father was doing nonetheless. However, he found himself heaving a sigh of relief even though he was in custody and barely in the happiest of situations. His subconscious seemed to tell him, "Finally, some normalcy! No more dreams within dreams within another cesspool of dreams, no more spatial shifts from school infirmaries to actual hospital infirmaries, no more mad women who have disproportionately sized bodies and things sticking out of places where nothing ought to stick out of!"
Did he however, consider that his father is either a liar or have very, very strange expectations on what is considered normal?
"Now son! Your record is erased! Things are happening outside! In short, we can scram from this place. Now, let us escape to another dimension just in case they sense something fishy!"
Shiro stared at his father much alike a genetically engineered goldfish with its eyes enlarged a hundred times its normal size staring out of its fish bowl. A second of silence passed before Shiro uttered something rather incorrect grammatically,
"WUT?"
"I will explain later, son. Let me get rid of this laptop and th..."
As soon as he closed his laptop, space appeared to bend and the hands of the clock that was in the interrogation room begun to reverse. His father suddenly grabbed onto him in a way that made him feel uncomfortable. Or was it the fact that his field of vision is getting smaller and smaller as blackness begun to crush whatever he could see into a small ball. Too long didn't read or TLDR: It was as if both father and son were sucked into a black hole!
Surely enough, Shiro blacked out for a split second before being jolted back into existence, literally! He felt as if sprang out of nothingness following a big bang! There was no reason to celebrate though. His father was clinging on to his privates as they arrived into what his father called "another dimension".
"I thought you said that time travel has yet to be invented!" snarled Shiro.
"Yes, son. But, inter-dimensional travel was! Time travel was at the planning stages at the patch of space-time continuum that we escaped from." replied his father nonchalantly.
"Now, I would like you to meet these guys." Shiro's father gestured towards one or two persons. Shiro realised that they were in a dimly lit room, with a lot of desks joined together to form what seems to be a large table. "What a waste of space," he thought.
One of the persons came up to him and introduced himself,
"Hello, sir! It is most kind of you and your father to grace us with your presence despite the most trying of circumstances. Please call me Mr 'L'. I am a member of a writing team and we are in the midst of gathering persons from different backgrounds and much more different expressions of creativity!"
Shiro almost rolled his eyes. He did not fancy writers much. To him, writers indulge in fantasies, even those who write non-fiction. Put them on an online forum and they would badger people to read their work without end and get extremely annoyed at even the mildest of criticism!
He was about to raise his hand to smack Mr. L hard on his face when he said,
"We are now working on a story called 'The Boring Boy'. The lead is a chap about your age called Shiro and my team had a lot of creative differences on what he should go through. Indeed, I thought that all of the silly things that happened ought to be a dream, another writer thought that it is a good idea to make light of fatal diseases and incest and yet another writer thinks it is a good idea to be economical on the details and call a school infirmary a hospital,
"I am personally at a loss on what to do with poor Shiro and feel guilty being the one who guides him from one misfortune to another, greater misfortune, if only he came to me and tell me how he... Oh, wait.
Another writer tapped Mr. L on the shoulder and said this,
"Oh, thank you so much! I didn't spot this mistake. How silly of me. Where was I? Oh, yes! We would like to hear your opinion on what sort of adventure Shiro has to go through next. I am sure he is a bit exasperated having to be a fugitive, seeing his future self killed and learning that his childhood friend isn't really what she appears to be at first glance!
Mr. L continued to ramble,
"Of course, if you can't help us, we might be swamped by the competition from better groups of writers that we are competing with!
Look at the Story of Kierre that centres on murderous corporations called guilds! Look at the Age of Anarchy about sexually deprived and poorly renumerated agents of a crumbling state falling into anarchy.
Look at the Toaru Spittoon, Shogun and Shotgun Japanese nonsense the other blokes in the other thread!
They are obviously into writing coherent and easily understood stories. We decided to stand out from these stories by doing neither of these! "
All of this is of course nonsense in Shiro's ears. Who has ever heard of the Story of Kierre or the Age of Anarchy or the Toaru Wapanese Shooting At Each Other With Railguns, Shotguns and Shoguns or the Scenery of Tranquil Places or Leonard267's Cesspit?! What he was more concerned about was of course, that crazy, self-proclaimed writer who was actually responsible for what he has been through. To make things worse,
"Perhaps Shiro could fancy being a part of these adventures the competition is coming up with? It would be a source of endless frustration!"
Facing the prospect of being sentenced to doom by the god-like Mr. L and his supposed team of writers, Shiro turned to his father and said,
"Is this story gonna finally develop something approaching a coherent plot?"
To that his father growled,
"Don't go all meta with me. You are the one who is being meta'd."
Shiro was not sure what his father was doing nonetheless. However, he found himself heaving a sigh of relief even though he was in custody and barely in the happiest of situations. His subconscious seemed to tell him, "Finally, some normalcy! No more dreams within dreams within another cesspool of dreams, no more spatial shifts from school infirmaries to actual hospital infirmaries, no more mad women who have disproportionately sized bodies and things sticking out of places where nothing ought to stick out of!"
Did he however, consider that his father is either a liar or have very, very strange expectations on what is considered normal?
"Now son! Your record is erased! Things are happening outside! In short, we can scram from this place. Now, let us escape to another dimension just in case they sense something fishy!"
Shiro stared at his father much alike a genetically engineered goldfish with its eyes enlarged a hundred times its normal size staring out of its fish bowl. A second of silence passed before Shiro uttered something rather incorrect grammatically,
"WUT?"
"I will explain later, son. Let me get rid of this laptop and th..."
As soon as he closed his laptop, space appeared to bend and the hands of the clock that was in the interrogation room begun to reverse. His father suddenly grabbed onto him in a way that made him feel uncomfortable. Or was it the fact that his field of vision is getting smaller and smaller as blackness begun to crush whatever he could see into a small ball. Too long didn't read or TLDR: It was as if both father and son were sucked into a black hole!
Surely enough, Shiro blacked out for a split second before being jolted back into existence, literally! He felt as if sprang out of nothingness following a big bang! There was no reason to celebrate though. His father was clinging on to his privates as they arrived into what his father called "another dimension".
"I thought you said that time travel has yet to be invented!" snarled Shiro.
"Yes, son. But, inter-dimensional travel was! Time travel was at the planning stages at the patch of space-time continuum that we escaped from." replied his father nonchalantly.
"Now, I would like you to meet these guys." Shiro's father gestured towards one or two persons. Shiro realised that they were in a dimly lit room, with a lot of desks joined together to form what seems to be a large table. "What a waste of space," he thought.
One of the persons came up to him and introduced himself,
"Hello, sir! It is most kind of you and your father to grace us with your presence despite the most trying of circumstances. Please call me Mr 'L'. I am a member of a writing team and we are in the midst of gathering persons from different backgrounds and much more different expressions of creativity!"
Shiro almost rolled his eyes. He did not fancy writers much. To him, writers indulge in fantasies, even those who write non-fiction. Put them on an online forum and they would badger people to read their work without end and get extremely annoyed at even the mildest of criticism!
He was about to raise his hand to smack Mr. L hard on his face when he said,
"We are now working on a story called 'The Boring Boy'. The lead is a chap about your age called Shiro and my team had a lot of creative differences on what he should go through. Indeed, I thought that all of the silly things that happened ought to be a dream, another writer thought that it is a good idea to make light of fatal diseases and incest and yet another writer thinks it is a good idea to be economical on the details and call a school infirmary a hospital,
"I am personally at a loss on what to do with poor Shiro and feel guilty being the one who guides him from one misfortune to another, greater misfortune, if only he came to me and tell me how he... Oh, wait.
Another writer tapped Mr. L on the shoulder and said this,
Spoiler:
"Oh, thank you so much! I didn't spot this mistake. How silly of me. Where was I? Oh, yes! We would like to hear your opinion on what sort of adventure Shiro has to go through next. I am sure he is a bit exasperated having to be a fugitive, seeing his future self killed and learning that his childhood friend isn't really what she appears to be at first glance!
Mr. L continued to ramble,
"Of course, if you can't help us, we might be swamped by the competition from better groups of writers that we are competing with!
Look at the Story of Kierre that centres on murderous corporations called guilds! Look at the Age of Anarchy about sexually deprived and poorly renumerated agents of a crumbling state falling into anarchy.
Look at the Toaru Spittoon, Shogun and Shotgun Japanese nonsense the other blokes in the other thread!
They are obviously into writing coherent and easily understood stories. We decided to stand out from these stories by doing neither of these! "
All of this is of course nonsense in Shiro's ears. Who has ever heard of the Story of Kierre or the Age of Anarchy or the Toaru Wapanese Shooting At Each Other With Railguns, Shotguns and Shoguns or the Scenery of Tranquil Places or Leonard267's Cesspit?! What he was more concerned about was of course, that crazy, self-proclaimed writer who was actually responsible for what he has been through. To make things worse,
"Perhaps Shiro could fancy being a part of these adventures the competition is coming up with? It would be a source of endless frustration!"
Facing the prospect of being sentenced to doom by the god-like Mr. L and his supposed team of writers, Shiro turned to his father and said,
"Is this story gonna finally develop something approaching a coherent plot?"
To that his father growled,
"Don't go all meta with me. You are the one who is being meta'd."
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Never before had I had a stronger desire to strangle my father. I glared at him until he flinched away but even then, there was only small satisfaction to be gleaned.
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. The layers of complex dreams I'd been having recently? Fine. The sudden reappearance of my father as a nurse at the school? Sure, why not. An encounter with my future self that would end in his (my?) death? That's starting to push it. But this? Warping to an alternate dimension only to discover that it was all the work of a group of . . . of writers?!
"You think you can just toy with peoples' lives for amusement and there won't be any consequences?"
I stepped forward, trembling with righteous fury. Mr. L tried to back away, but I was too fast for him. I grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and hoisted him into the air with strength I didn't know I had. He squealed for mercy.
"Do you really want to know how I think the story should proceed?"
He wheezed. "No."
"I want my goddamn life back!"
"I c-c-ca." He choked on his words. I realized his face had gone purple and loosened my grip.
He took a deep breath. "It's not that simple. There are rules."
"I don't care. Just fix it all."
"V-very well. You do still have the spork, right?"
"Of all the . . ." When the thing had been thrusted at my by my clearly psychologically disturbed future self--why else would he I he time travel naked--I thought not much of it. To think it would actually serve a purpose. I patted myself down for it but stopped cold. I knew exactly where it was at. Back at the police station in an evidence bag.
"You've gotta kidding me!"
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. The layers of complex dreams I'd been having recently? Fine. The sudden reappearance of my father as a nurse at the school? Sure, why not. An encounter with my future self that would end in his (my?) death? That's starting to push it. But this? Warping to an alternate dimension only to discover that it was all the work of a group of . . . of writers?!
"You think you can just toy with peoples' lives for amusement and there won't be any consequences?"
I stepped forward, trembling with righteous fury. Mr. L tried to back away, but I was too fast for him. I grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and hoisted him into the air with strength I didn't know I had. He squealed for mercy.
"Do you really want to know how I think the story should proceed?"
He wheezed. "No."
"I want my goddamn life back!"
"I c-c-ca." He choked on his words. I realized his face had gone purple and loosened my grip.
He took a deep breath. "It's not that simple. There are rules."
"I don't care. Just fix it all."
"V-very well. You do still have the spork, right?"
"Of all the . . ." When the thing had been thrusted at my by my clearly psychologically disturbed future self--why else would he I he time travel naked--I thought not much of it. To think it would actually serve a purpose. I patted myself down for it but stopped cold. I knew exactly where it was at. Back at the police station in an evidence bag.
"You've gotta kidding me!"
0
Suddenly, a voice rang again.
"This thread needs to be longer and with more girth to make it more pleasurable". Suddenly, bells rang out of nowhere.
Shiro shrieked in agony and Mr. L noticed something unusual, a difference in color from Shiro's neck to his face. Not taking much heed, Mr. L tried to grab Shiro to calm him down. He was immidiately slammed to the floor by Shiro, trying to hold on, his hand slipped from Shiro's shoulder to his neck.
*Slip*
A rubber mask shed away and revealed a very young small boy, in his mid teens. Blond haired and freckled face.
"NO!" the impostor screamed and pushed Mr. L down a hill and hurt his ankle.
Mr. L stared in disbelief, as the impostor ran away in horror from the sound of invisible bells.
Suddenly, something impossible despite all astronomical odds happened. A giant chess piece the size of a house fell upon the boy, killing him. A voice said "Shark, you created a time paradox, you can't go changing the future like that!".
Mr. L stared wide open as the words "Continue" made from white light appeared a feet from his face. He touched it and an intense feeling of cold enveloped him.
He found himself beside the real Shiro, barely starting a fire with strange sticks. They were inside a cave in a snowy mountain. That much he noticed. The shock made him run to the mouth of the cave.
"What are you doing?! Weren't you at the hospital too? Why are you here" yelled Shiro puzzled as Mr. L ran.
He couldn't understand, where was he? Why? What was it?
He reached the entrance and saw a range of snowy mountains covering the horizon, three moons, unknown frozen vegetation at his feet. His heart beat in fear yet with hunger for adventure.
"This thread needs to be longer and with more girth to make it more pleasurable". Suddenly, bells rang out of nowhere.
Shiro shrieked in agony and Mr. L noticed something unusual, a difference in color from Shiro's neck to his face. Not taking much heed, Mr. L tried to grab Shiro to calm him down. He was immidiately slammed to the floor by Shiro, trying to hold on, his hand slipped from Shiro's shoulder to his neck.
*Slip*
A rubber mask shed away and revealed a very young small boy, in his mid teens. Blond haired and freckled face.
"NO!" the impostor screamed and pushed Mr. L down a hill and hurt his ankle.
Mr. L stared in disbelief, as the impostor ran away in horror from the sound of invisible bells.
Suddenly, something impossible despite all astronomical odds happened. A giant chess piece the size of a house fell upon the boy, killing him. A voice said "Shark, you created a time paradox, you can't go changing the future like that!".
Mr. L stared wide open as the words "Continue" made from white light appeared a feet from his face. He touched it and an intense feeling of cold enveloped him.
He found himself beside the real Shiro, barely starting a fire with strange sticks. They were inside a cave in a snowy mountain. That much he noticed. The shock made him run to the mouth of the cave.
"What are you doing?! Weren't you at the hospital too? Why are you here" yelled Shiro puzzled as Mr. L ran.
He couldn't understand, where was he? Why? What was it?
He reached the entrance and saw a range of snowy mountains covering the horizon, three moons, unknown frozen vegetation at his feet. His heart beat in fear yet with hunger for adventure.