《Why Am I Like This?》


 Chapter 1: Beginning of the end

    I sit withmy legs swinging in a small empty waiting room, waiting for my name to be called. The chair is rather comfy thanks to the thick brown cushioning and sturdy wood frame plus the waiting room is rather calming thanks to the orderly seat positioning and large flatscreenhanging on the white wall playing calming sounds and displaying various colorful andstrange fish.


    "Mr. Wilks you can come innow".


    The door in the right corneracross the entrance opens, a short andchubby black woman wearing a casual blue t-shirt and jeans peering through, calling my name with her deep but oddly feminine voice.


    "It''s about damn time". I say with clear annoyance as I stand up, patting down my black dress pants out of habit following her to one of the many offices.


    I enter my therapist''s office making sure that everything is the same as everyother session as for some odd reason Iseem to find comfort in repetition and perfect similarities.


    The cream-white walls and encouragingposters are still the same, the small window with closed purple drapes behind my therapist and her modern style shining oak desk are the same, I''m wearing the same g*rren l*ggan shirt and black dress pants with matching shoes I''ve had since the first session, and my therapist still sits in thatfamiliar wheelchair wearing a Mexican style purple flower print dress.


    "Everything''s fine Mr. Wilks. Look I even made sure to wear the same outfit I wore for our first appointment so why don''t you go ahead and take a seat."


    My therapist speaks to me with a calm tone. Her voice is pretty gentle though a littlegruff due to her old age, even so I find her sound to be rather calming.


    I move to the large brown leather chair in front of her desk responding to the light smile she makes with her wrinkly face with a slight wave.


    I feel like sitting but I haven''t been told to so I just stand next to the chair, staring at mytherapist.


    "It''s fine just do as you please." She says with a slight smile, trying her hardest to reassure me that everything is fine as she begins to gently tug at the sleeves of her clothes, showing me that things are normal.


    I would like to sit down but I don''t like doing things unless I''m told. Acting on my ownmakes me very uncomfortable.


    Eventually, after a few seconds of awkwardsilence she signals me to sit down. I listen, taking a seat after checking how comfortable it would be.


    "Good evening Mr. Wilks how has your day been." She speaks to me but I ignore her as while I was checking the chair I noticed a small tear in the leather.


    Sitting down I try to forget but I can''t as that small tear creates a feeling of disgust towardsthe chair. Will cotton poke through if I move? Should I try to fix it or at least make it more aesthetically appealing? Should I just sit on the floor?


    "Mr. Wilks I''m sorry but there''s nothing I can do about the chair." Suddenly I''m pulled out of my trance, responding to her soft wordafter thinking how I''m supposed to respond.


    If someone asks about how your day is your supposed to respond by saying either fine, okay, or bad. If a friend asks this it is fineto give a longer answer and since the oldwoman in front of me is my therapist Ishould just give the usual short and honest answer.


    "It''s fine...anyway''s my day has been goingfine. How about yours?"


    "The usual busy terrible day then lunch then back the the terrible."


    "What did you have for lunch?"


    "Today I managed to wake myself up early enough to make myself some sausages."


    Her statement makes me a little uncomfortable but I have to deal as this is another form of treatment for me. When I was little, all the way I until I was ten I would have these terrible nightmares.Stolen content warning: this tale belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences elsewhere.


    I would dream of my future as a teenager, adult, or old man and every single time it would end badly with me waking up screaming, covered in sweat. After I turnedten all those dreams I had kept comingtrue.


    I could predict the future because I had lived it and that scared me. It scared me somuch that I had several outbursts, eventually at some point I decided that If I let otherpeople tell me what to do and be as boring aspossible the dreams wouldn''t come true.


    My mind suddenly goes into chaos as my thoughts become unclear. I begin to take slow and heavy breaths trying my hardest to calm down, succeeding after two minutes.


    "I thought old people were supposed to wake up early?" In a moment of weakness, I speak my mind.


    My therapist smiles and presses her boney hands together expressing clear joy "Ohplease I''m not that old."


    Hearing her response I relax a small bit. She is pretty old though considering she''s a little over sixty. Her face is covered in wrinkles and crows feet, with her lush long hair being a light gray. She''s also sitting in a wheelchair but apparently she was just born like that.


    "...Can we just get this over with?" As much as I understand that therapy is a necessityI also just want to get back to laying on mybed.


    "Okay okay but don''t forget if you ever need to speak I''ll always be here."


    .....I guess I can stay for a bit longer.


    "I''m sorry, I''ll continue the session."


    "Alright, so tell me how are you gettingalong with your new foster parent?"


    "Everything''s fine. He treats me well."


    "...Are you willing to tell me more?"


    Should I? I mean I should be honest with my therapist but it''s also natural to display a certain level of reluctance. Honestly myrecent foster parent has been a good one but it seems I ruined it once again.


    "Umm so he''s really nice but lately he''sbeen like the rest...I had another outburst. I think my schizophrenia medication may need to be adjusted."


    "Can you go into more detail? You can reject if you please, just don''t forget that we aregoing by you''re pace."


    "I...umm..I..I I saw things after I woke up. It was the usual panic. I remembered one ofmy dreams and then I felt angry and disgusted, but in a wierd way. Like it wasnt me, like something was trying to get out of me. Everything went black and then I woke up to find Jim on the floor begging for forgivenesswhile everything in the house was destroyed."


    I go silent, trying hard to stay calm listing to my therapist''s seemingly endless jotting.The sound of a pen''s tip tapping and moving across a papers surface pleases my ears, making it easier to stay calm.


    "My arms weren''t human. They were long and grey with ugly scales, my fingers thick and round with stone like things lining mypalm and fingers, jagged spikes lining their tops. I panicked and moved to the mirrorand saw that I had two more eyes, a pair of thin horns, and that my hair had grown to reach my waist. I stared and felt and felt but it was real, I could touch my horns, my horns could touch things...I just...I just don''t know."


    I once again go silent, waiting for her response, for her to ask me anything because I don''t know how to respond but shecontinues to stay silent, just jotting downmore and more notes in her large notepad. At some point I decide to just tell her the news.


    "I plan to have Jim admit me into thecheapest mental health clinic today. I''d like to cancel todays session and end it here."


    I stand up, ignoring my therapist and beginwalking to the usual b*rger k*ng so that I can get a meal while Jim gets over.


    Because this is the medical district in my hometown of San-Antonio there''s plenty offast food chains and gas stations next to the small clinics and hospitals so whenever I have to come over for a check up I use some of the money I saved up working to buy an okayish meal.


    It''s a bit reckless considering how difficult it can be for me to keep a job since I am constantly being relocated to a new family or just left to rot in a foster home but people are supposed to find ways to relieve stress and one of the most common is reckless spending on fast food. Though I really shouldfind a good paying job since I am almost seventeen.


    As I walk down the side walk, shielding my eyes as the sun is extra bright and the wind is twice as warm as usual, eventually making it halfway through a cross-walk. Suddenly afamiliar headache and feeling fills me. I fall forward, still in the middle of the street,people coming out of their cars to check on me.


    "go...away..."


    I feel several times worse than usual. Suddenly everyone around me begins to scream and point at my stomach, some of them just yelling nope and trying to run awaybefore going still.


    I look at my stomach and see something push up, what looks like my skin piercing through my shirt.


    [Become my vessel or die]


    Please make it stop...please please pleaseplease.


    [Become my vessel or die]


    PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE


    [Become my vessel or die]


    ....I remember now...I remember...I tried so hard...I try...and it still happens.....Fine I''ll do it just please let this nightmare end.


    My pain disappears and the skin whipsshooting out of my shirt begin to recede. I tryto stand up but my body feels off. I look once again and see my legs are strange, similar in shape to a wolf. My skin is grey and my body is thick, two pairs of grey arms with blue hands move to feel my legs.


    ...Why...why...why am I like this?

 Chapter 2:Whats Happening?(1)

    I try to stand up but what I think are my arms keep sinking into the cement. I want to make sure this is real so I try to make one of the four arms in front of me slap my face but it''s too difficult to move a single individual arm.


    Suddenly all four arms come together and punch me, sending me flying into on the parked cars in front of the crossroad.


    Warm blood drips down my nose and lips as I continue to get beaten, showing me that everything is real, that I really have wolf-like legs, grey skin lined with hideous round scales, and four arms lined with white spikes and gold fur, the hands being a mix of deep blue and light green.


    I look around trying to deal with the headache caused by having an extra pair of eyes, seeing people have begun to gather, stepping out of their cars, some forgetting to turn the engine off.


    Slowly a small ring of people forms around me. I try to stand up, my arms digging into the car. I manage to look down and see that everything except for a few small patches on my chest and stomach aren''t human.


    What''s happening? I avoided everything that was supposed to happen and I still ended up following my dream. I tried so hard. I gave up my friendships, I got a terrible job and stayed because I was supposed to leave, I gave up my family, I gave up everything and just acted how others are supposed to so why am I becoming that fucking demon?


    Suddenly I lose control of my body. My body begins to thicken, the various people standing around me just silently staring as I become more and more inhuman. My arms begin to punch my face continuously, the taste of iron growing stronger with every hit.


    "You want to fucking do this, let''s do this you bastard!"


    I begin to wildly bite the four fist continuously hitting me. I manage to tear skin causing my body to once again change. A chunk of disgusting flesh covered in blood rest in my mouth causing me to gag, the bite mark covered arms in front of me adding to this terrible feeling.


    The people around me begin to speak gibberish in unison. I think I understand them but i''m not really sure, all I know that they''re saying something along the lines of give up every few seconds.


    I ignore them and continue to panic as my body begins to change, two of the four arms melting, shrinking, and withdrawing, various strands of red muscle and thick blue veins falling onto my stomach.


    The few remaining patches of human skin begin to expand, rise and fall swallowing and replacing the loose grey bubbling flesh spread across my inhuman body.


    Everyone around me goes silent and stares, eventually deciding to lift me up and toss me onto the other side of the crosswalk.


    As my body continues to change, slowly returning to normal, the people that gathered returned to their cars, driving off as if nothing happened.


    After several minutes of pure pain and discomfort, my body returns to normal. I have only two arms, my skin is a light pink, I''m back to being a shorty, and my limbs are human.


    I try to stand up, ignoring the soft and warm feeling on my hand. It looks like all that demon skin just fell off me, forming a small pile of bones from what was my extra arms, as well what appears to be dried skin and muscle. A small amount of thick black liquid flows off of every single ugly part.This text was taken from Royal Road. Help the author by reading the original version there.


    "Is this what always happens?"


    Whenever I remember one of my dreams It means that a dream came true. When that happens my mind shuts down and I wake after who knows how long, finding everything around me destroyed, the person nearest to me acting as if I am god himself. I


    never remember what happens so I don''t really know but considering what just happened and people''s reaction chances are this is what happens during one of my outbursts.


    How am I supposed to react to this? The moment has passed and despite the mass of withering flesh I''m sitting on I am rather calm. The normal response would be to experience an extreme panic possibly leading to falling unconscious but for some odd reason, I feel curious instead of terrified.


    After struggling for a few seconds I manage to stand up. After thinking for a bit I decide to continue to walk to b*rger k*ng after making sure that my wallet and phone are in the poor remains of my pants.


    Thankfully they are so I continue my walk, wondering how people will react to my damaged clothes.


    Nobody driving by stares or stops, hell even when I enter b*rger k*ng nobody stares or ask. The cashier just looks at me with the usual fake smile, acting like it''s just another day.


    "I''ll have the number ten, medium meal, and make sure the burger is plain and dry. Can''t eat cheese so please be careful there."


    "Yes sir."


    I give him fifteen bucks and get the change along with the receipt. After filling my cup with root beer, no ice, I go ahead and move to the nearest seat, right next to a small family of three. Still nobody cares.


    If I cause a scene will anybody care? I can talk with the cashier so does that mean that people do notice me but don''t care? Is it really not strange that I''m walking around with torn clothes covered in black stains? How should I behave? If everything I''ve done has meant no...nothing?


    "Everything I''ve done means nothing?"


    I tried so hard to avoid any of the dreams I could remember. Possible moments and times of happiness so I don''t become the demon that ends my nightmares but In the end, my avoidance led to me the worst nightmare.


    In the end my dream came true and while it didn''t come true exactly as it should''ve, it did, so every single thing I have ever sacrificed was for nothing.


    "Become my vessel huh?"


    Suddenly my head begins to hurt as I remember what happened before. If I decide to toss away all logic then maybe I''m being possessed by a demon? My childhood dreams always come true, both the ones I remember, remembered or will remember so I guess I might be a demon. I think?


    I could look back to all my old research notes on the occult before I began treatment but then again there''s also the chance that is is a really really long and detailed hallucination caused by my schizophrenia but the things saw I could touch and could touch things.


    My order is called so I go ahead and grab it, moving back to my seat after refilling my drink because I have a habit of emptying my cup quickly when refills are free.


    Shutting my mind down I begin to eat. I ordered the spicy chicken and medium fries. Both are pretty bland honestly but if you put some barbeque on the burger patty and add some fries it''s a solid meal.


    As I eat I go ahead and play around with my body, waving my hand around and stretching my limbs. Nothing happens until I decide to tighten the muscles on my fingers. Suddenly my hand turns a light blue, my nails growing and sharpening. Once again I feel nothing.


    I turn to the family and see that they''re staring at my hand. I loosen my hand and it goes back to normal along with the family. I go ahead and tighten the muscles in my fingers again, changing them again. The family once again stares.


    To make sure this is real I dig my nails into my wrist adding another cut to the several scars as my nails...claws? What the hell is my hand even? The skin is blue and my fingers are long and thin with the bone cleary visible, small patches of golden fur are spread across the top and my nails are an odd mix of what looks like bone and my normal nail.


    [Hello again my vessel]


    "The fuck!"


    I jump up, loosening my hand and returning it to normal, though a little too late as the table has fallen over, a massive chunk of its top missing.


    With a bit of fear I begin to examine my surroundings, finding that still, nobody cares about my odd behavior.


    There is no shadow, nobody acknowledging my existence, nothing making a single noise. After looking around for a bit longer I move to another table and sit down once again, getting everything off the floor continuing my meal.


    I wonder did I hear it because my hand changed? Should I give it another try? But what if it takes over me again? In the end, I decide to quietly continue my meal while wondering what l should do.


    "I wonder if I can steal without getting caught?"

 Chapter 3:Whats Happening?(2)

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    After thinking for a bit I decided to try ordering without paying. I go to the cashier, ask for the same meal, pretend to pull out my wallet and hand him nothing. He proceeds to pull out his wallet and pay for me, giving me the change.


    He pretends to hand me my card back after putting his wallet away. Wondering whether he''ll care I go ahead and grab his hand, shaking his arm up and down as fast as I can. He doesn''t seem to care, instead just turning around and silently staring at the kitchen. There''s nobody else here in this quite store. Nobody cares about the broken table, nobody cares about me, it''s almost as if this is the norm.


    Before my order is ready I go ahead and order another five meals, the cashier paying with his own money again. It takes a little over twenty minutes for my food to be ready. "Carry it for me", I say, trying my best to sound intimidating. He doesn''t listen, instead, moving to the back and grabbing cleaning supplies. As I wait for my meal the sound of meat sizzling, metal hitting metal, and the weak voices of casual conversation in the kitchen begin to sound especially clear.


    I wonder if I should just ride a bus, I think to myself. I may have overeaten a small bit and I''m just not in the mood for a walk. After thinking for a bit I decided to just call my latest foster parent, Jim, and have him drive me to a local GameStop. "Hey come over to the Burger King by the therapist. Hurry up your god wants to go rob a GameStop."My tone is a little rude but he doesn''t seem to care. I don''t tell him in exactly which burger king I am, turning my phone off, wondering whether he can find me on his own.


    After a few minutes, the cashier hands me my food. I go ahead and sit on the counter, grabbing a burger and tossing the wrapper at his face. He doesn''t care. He continues to silently clean, the manager occasionally stopping to scold him for not wiping down the counter I''m sitting on. The manager is a fat lady with a short bob cut. She points to the area next to me, asking him why it''s not clean.


    "Bitch if that isn''t clean I don''t know what is", I say with clear annoyance. The counter is shining with a clear reflection. Even after I curse at her she doesn''t listen. For some reason, I''m bothered by the lack of a reaction. I always liked being alone but something about being ignored no matter what you do makes me feel uncomfortable.


    After a little over thirty minutes, Jim finally shows up. Apparently, he planned to check every single burger king in the neighborhood. Jim is a pretty nice guy, though his fashion sense is horrible. He''s not a large guy yet he still wears extra-large t-shirts and matching sports pants that sag so hard it looks like he has extra skin.


    For some reason, he listens to me, unlike the cashier. I tell him to open the door and he opens it, I tell him to go lick the waiter''s hand and he does it. Once again the cashier doesn''t seem to care, no matter how many straws me and Jim throw at him.


    The cashier acknowledged me when I ordered something but when I tried to command him he didn''t respond. Jim responds so I don''t know exactly what I can and can''t do. Because I don''t like the difference in their behavior I go ahead and tell Jim to stay and give me his keys. He listens.


    I go ahead and exit, hopping into his Subaru and driving. I''ve never really driven so I might get into an accident but then again that might be a good thing. Who knows maybe that thing will take over and protect me, or maybe I''ll die. Eh, not like it matters. Games, death, possible injury I just want to enjoy myself a bit. If I end up getting hurt so be it.


    I go ahead and pull out my phone, setting maps onto the nearest GameStop. It says it''s a little over fifteen minutes away. I go ahead and go into the highway, trying my hardest to keep to car stable. As I have the window go down and begin to enjoy the strong winds I notice that every other car seems to be avoiding me, moving far ahead of or behind me on the two edge lanes. I still don''t care.Did you know this story is from Royal Road? Read the official version for free and support the author.


    After a few minutes and accidentally ramming into someone''s car while trying to park I find myself in front of a small GameStop next to the local Walmart. I walk in, leaving the car on the park. I have to say I am pretty glad that the shift has labels for reverse and park and such. I go in, the cold air and bells crisp ring greeting me. The cashier ignores me.


    I go ahead and move behind the counter and grab a small key from his right pocket after insulting his mess of a beard. Still, he doesn''t care.


    No matter how much I poke and insult him, he doesn''t care. I go ahead and grab all the latest consoles and move to the car, grabbing a solid copy of several RPG''s like the Atelier or Final Fantasy franchise as well as the cashier''s wallet and a few shop cards so I can buy some games on the e-shop. I wonder if my weirdness can affect electronics, I think to myself.


    I go ahead and drive back to Jim''s house since while I am fine with stealing a few meals and games I''m not very comfortable with entering other people''s homes. It doesn''t take long as it''s only ten minutes away. I go ahead and unload everything, moving to the living room after connecting everything to the large flat screen.


    It seems that Jim cleaned a bit while I was gone. There are still several holes and claw marks on the walls, and the bright red carpet is still covered in strange footmarks but the trash from the kitchen as well as the yellow cotton-like substance that was pulled from the walls is gone. I go ahead and turn on the T.V. after turning off the lights, putting on Atiler: Rise, taking a seat on the brown leather couch in the center of the room. The game doesn''t take long to download, just a little over thirty minutes. During that time I go ahead and hop in the shower, getting rid of the black gunk covering my body, snatching loose button up shirt from Jim''s closet and a pair of boxers to wear.


    And so my afternoon begins. As I play the game the cracked clock above the TV continues to make noise, accompanying the various noises the characters make while attacking.


    Tick Tock Tick Tock goes the clock.


    Ignoring the cold air and the noises the Air conditioner is making I continue to play. "Maybe I should just play games forever", I say with a big smile on my face.


    Slowly the already weak light peeking through the small window next to the front door begins to dim. Suddenly the controller''s battery dies.


    I sigh and just toss the remote on the tattered brown leather couch. I don''t really feel like using my phone and I was way to into the game so I decided to just lay down on the floor and stare at roof.


    "I kinda wanna go on a walk", I say but I don''t think it''s safe. I got punched in the face by monster arms that shout out of my back and people are acting weird so I don''t want to go outside when it''s dark.


    After thinking for a bit I decide to do it after preparing. I go ahead and grab the cross above Jim''s bed on the second floor, draw one on my chest, next to my heart and neck as well as several stars of David. I also grab some grapes from the open fridge in the kitchen, a knife, some silver utensils, and a bottle of water I dipped the cross I grabbed, praying to it for several minutes.


    I would also like to take an olive branch, some Talismans, holy wine, and several other purification tools but I don''t have either and don''t have the materials or don''t know to make them.


    Unfortunately, after several years of therapy, I was forced to abandon my fascination with the occult but thankfully I have remembered just enough. Just to make sure I have a light source I go ahead and charge my phone for an hour.


    Finally,I am ready. I slowly move to the front door, taking a look through the peephole several times, opening it with a large kitchen knife in my right hand and a silver fruit knife in my left. Nobody is outside. I begin my walk. Jim live''s in a large neighborhood so I decided to just walk to a nearby gas station and snatch some chips.


    As I walk the sound of birds chirping begins to appear. I, of course, respond by making a cross with my fingers and yelling, "I''m not going till I''ve played every Atelier game!"


    I try to be brave but the noise keeps increasing in strength every second. My head begins to ache and my vision begins to blur. I try praying but nothing works.


    Suddenly after several seconds, I return to normal, though everything around me has changed quite a bit. The ink-black sky is suddenly filled with various shining stars, white doves appearing from them. The concrete sidewalk and various houses are covered in black dots, slowly spreading, seemingly going through the windows.


    Tick Tock Tick Tock Tick Tock Tick Tock


    The birds chirp as they enter the various houses, swallowing the black ooze trying to spread as far as it can, the shadow of a clock appearing on the bright blue moon hanging in the center of the night sky.


    As the sound of flesh tearing, birds crying, and a clock''s random ticks begin to grow stronger I say to myself, "I have to run"


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 Chapter 4:Whats Happening(3)

    I look around, trying to figure out how to escape, unfortunately, the black splotches that cover the ground seem to have no end. Slowly, as it grows it begins to move closer and closer to me, the shadow of a clock on the moon becoming more distinct every second. In a panic I toss the water I dipped the cross in over the growing shadows, eating from the bag of grapes I brought while praying.


    More and more doves fall from the stars, flying to the spreading darkness on houses and eating it. As their beaks pull the shadow up it stretches, quiet shrieks of pain every single time it snaps. Snap snap snap goes the ground as the birds endlessly devour the shrieking shadows. Ignoring the growing amount of birds I begin to wildly stab the shadow with the kitchen knife I brought, pressing the cross I brought against my head.


    The knife sinks into the shadow, a small cut and thick bubbles similar to foaming blood poring from where I stab, bits of the shadow sticking to the knife. Every single time I pull up more of the shadow has covered the knife. Suddenly I begin to feel something cold creep up my leg. While I stabbing the shadow in front of me, it seems that the shadow spreading on the dark road has spread to the side-walk.


    Slowly the shadow begins to cover my shoes, rising to my naked. It feels oddly warm, with a rhythmic beat similar to a heart''s following its movement. I want to move but I can''t. The moons loud ticks, the birds flapping wings, the shadows endless snapping, everything is overwhelming me. My body begins to sink, the shadow rising across my body as the ground becomes less and less solid.


    Step Step Step Step Step.


    Clawing at the uncovered sidewalk, trying my best to stop my body from sinking I notice loud footsteps. A man wearing jogging shorts and a tank-top appears, humming "I''m sexy and I know it" he runs to me. The birds have flocked around him, eating the shadows around him, clearing a large path for him to follow. I scream him for help as my body sinks further and further into the warm shadows. He continues to run, tripping on my hand.


    "Must''ve been a rock", He says as he continues his run. Once again I am ignored. My body begins to tense, a familiar change and voice following along.


    ---Pv Change---


    "I''ll be back! I''m heading out for a jog!"


    "Did you remember to take water."


    "Yes sweety!"


    Recently I''ve been going out for nightly jogs in an effort to lose weight. That and I just like the night. The cool winds, the shining stars, and the gorgeous moon put together relax me more than a nice nap. For tonight I went ahead and put on some baggy shorts and a tank top. It''s a little embarrassing since my arms are pretty flabby and my legs are pretty fat but my wife says I should be more confident with myself so I figured wearing a tank top should do.


    As I go through the driveway I go ahead and put on my headphones, putting my work-out playlist on shuffle. It''s an ordinary night. The moon is a crescent, the stars are faint but visible, the weak winds are slightly chilly. I begin with a slight jog, humming the first song to come from my playlist. I lucked out a bit today as it''s "I''m Sexy And I Know It".


    Suddenly I fall forward. I look around in a panic, wondering whether an animal or something tripped me. After looking for a few seconds I see nothing. "Must''ve been a rock", I say, cont....master?


    My head.


    It hurts.


    Who''s my master?


    Master is here?


    I turn around, finding my master rising from the concrete.  His thick fingers peek through several newly formed cracks, their tips being an odd mix of bone and vein, flesh loosely hanging from the exposed winding veins on his hand. Slowly more and more of his body rises. First his arms. Then his head. Then his chest, a large pool of bright red blood forming as his body begins to form.Stolen story; please report.


    Master tries to speak but for some reason master has trouble. Master''s glorious horns are rather dull and thin with a hideous grey hue. His neck is to short and his hair is nowhere near long enough. Master appears to be hurt. Maybe I should help master? But what if the master gets angry? I will just wait until the master speaks.


    Masters scales begin to blend with his peach skin as his body begins to inflate large tears forming at his armpits as his spine begins to grow, the sounds of organs smashing together and bones creaking as his arms begin to grow. The tears to begin to grow, his bones exposed as blood pours from his wounds. Slowly he begins to form an extra pair of arms as bones sprout from those large tears, strands of muscle swallowing them whole.


    Master continues to scream as his flesh melts, being replaced by his glorious scales and divine fur. Masters'' face begins to change. His lips grow, slits forming at the edges, winding and growing as holes begin to form in his cheeks, exposing the inside of his great mouth. The skin around his eyes begins to blow up as his eyelids seal, slits appearing above his forehead and nose as the skin on his face begins to fall off.


    I am so glad to have seen the master''s insides. His glistening blood, his light pink muscle, his thick bones. "Thank you master for granting me such a divine sight", I say to master. Suddenly master begins to scream, wildly biting his arms, tearing his flesh apart. His exposed fangs and large tongue continue to devour his body.


    Suddenly master''s body begins to fall apart, disappearing from my sight master is gone. Wait master is gone? Wait what was I doing? I was going out for a jog and then I tripped? I guess I must''ve spaced out, I think to myself. After breathing for a bit I resume my jog, wondering what I should eat when I get back.


    ---Pov Switch---


    [Hello again my vessel.]


    Ignoring the gruff voice filling my head I continue to wildly claw at the ground, trying my hardest to lift myself from the shadows. Slowly my begins to change. A burning sensation covers my body, my sight disappearing shortly after. I feel an intense burning sensation around my armpits like a knife is digging into my body. Shortly after I begin to feel something rise out of my arms pits, something trying hard to claw trough my skin as the sticky shadow tries to devour my body.


    My hands widen and my fingers stretch as my vision returns to me. Once again I have an extra pair of eyes and arms. Slowly my body rises from the shadows. Suddenly I hear a voice. It''s unnaturally high pitched. I turn my neck and find the jogger silently staring at me after saying a few words.


    [Hm there are quite a few more souls than last time I was here. Anyways. Will you lend me your body my new vessel.]


    I don''t even decide to answer, instead, continuing to pull my body out, beginning to bite my body once again after escaping the shadow. Pulling flesh from my scale and fur-covered arms, I ignore the various birds that have gathered. Black liquid fills my mouth, the taste of iron growing stronger with every bite. Once again my body begins to change, the monstrous flesh from my body rotting and falling towards the ground.


    After several seconds my body returns to normal, a pile of rotting flesh and bones covered in black blood forming around me. I look to the man. He ignores me, continuing his jog. I toss one of the bones around me at him, hitting his head and dripping a bit of blood onto his shirt. He doesn''t care. No matter how much I scream or throw he doesn''t notice me.


    I sit still as the birds continue to eat the darkness, eventually forming a path for me. As the white doves that have gathered around me begin to rub their heads against me, some of the shadows enter the houses. Slowly the birds begin to focus on me, leaving the houses alone, forming a clear path for me.


    Suddenly various screams fill the neighborhood. The doves continue to focus purely on me. The full blue moon and the clock hands on it continue to move as more and more doves fall from the stars. Nothing hurts. I''m not scared. I just don''t care.


    I tell the birds to clear a path to one of the houses and they obey without hesitation. In an instant, all shadow around that house has vanished, devoured by the doves. I enter it, tossing a rock towards a large window and walking in.


    I wonder what the shadow did to everyone else, I think to myself. Ignoring the loud alarm I move to the second floor, following the sounds of a child''s tears.


    "Everything''s fine. It was just a nightmare, it was just a nightmare."


    After searching several rooms I find a pair of mother and child hugging. It seems he had a nightmare. Nothing happened to the kid other than a bad dream. I almost got fucking eaten and this brat just has a single bad fucking dream. Stop fucking crying brat, your just having a dream. It''s not your...it''s...will his dream come true.


    Moving to the pair I slap the back of the mother''s head. She doesn''t notice or care, instead continuing to tell the child that everything will be fine. "What in the hell is happening", I say to myself.

 Chapter 5:A Week Later

    "Words words words words words!"


    I sit in the living room listing to this song that has refused to leave my recommended videos, wondering what in the hell people love about this so much. After the latest incident, I''ve just been staying in Jim''s house. I don''t go out, I eat from the fridge, and I''ve just been doing whatever I feel like. So for the last week, I''ve been a complete hermit.


    "She''s just ripping off Renai Circulation. How is this original?", I say trying my hardest to understand the comment section. Its a video of a rookie idol singing and dancing while just repeating the word "Words." but it has well over one billion views despite being out for a little over a week.


    She''s a short blonde girl with a flat chest, small hips, and puffy cheeks. She looks cute but according to the comments, she''s a goddess. Her voice is bland and she looks ordinary but people are treating her like she is the absolute best thing in the world.


    "Is she like me?" I say to myself. She''s pretty ordinary, her singing voice is, frankly, shit but the number of views and people''s reactions are kind of suspicious. Maybe she''s my opposite. Maybe she get''s attention, I think to myself. I go ahead and leave a mean comment, possibly the only one, and go ahead and wait for a response.


    [Ah. Another day, another attempt at taking over.]


    Like usual the demon attempts to take over. "Are you ever going to give up?", I say with exasperation in my voice. My skin begins to change color and massive cuts begin to appear all over my body, my facial skin melting and covering my eyes. Like usual I stab myself with a large kitchen knife and he gives up after screaming for a bit. Apparently any damage is done to my body while it''s changing only hurts him so a few stabs in the gut and he''s gone.


    [See ya tomorrow sweety.]


    So, as usual, I''m in the living room, picking up the blood-covered scraps that fell off my body. I didn''t want to deal with a carpet covered in demon blood so I went ahead and removed it three days ago, revealing the smooth wood floor under it. As usual, I sweep up the various bone, muscle, and skin clusters that fell off my body, taking off my stained clothes and tossing them together into a large trash bag.


    It''s morning but I wait until the sun''s all the way up before I go out. It looks like the shadow and birds only show up at night so I''ve made a rule to only go out when the sun''s out. Though I don''t really want to go out. In the end, I just wait for a little over three hours, when it hits one in the afternoon to toss the parts filled bag into the green bin on the driveway.


    "Alright time for a nap.", I say as I move to Jim''s bedroom. His room is rather large, though it''s pretty empty for the most part with the exception of the large king-sized bed, a small nightstand next to it, and a stand for the T.V. I moved to the living room after one of my outburst led to me accidentally destroying it.


    I don''t even bother to move the fluffy blanket, just hopping on after setting an alarm for four hours later. As much as I don''t want to sleep my stupid body has to. I just hope it sleeps long enough for me to get a nap. Last time I fell asleep it took over and destroyed most of the living room again, eating all the food and wrecking every toilet except one.


    It doesn''t take long for me to fall asleep, a few seconds at most. "Seriously, fuck this damn it", I say as my mind begins to shut down.If you encounter this story on Amazon, note that it''s taken without permission from the author. Report it.


    ---Pov Change---


    "Mistress, it seems that someone has left a rather rude comment. Should I tell the fans to kill him?" I say. Mistress stands from her seat, moving from her mirror, walking to me with a slight smile. Ah, the mistress is so beautiful. Her shining golden hair, her blue gem-like eyes, her slim body. With sweat covering her body she signals me to show her. I wish the mistress would speak but she must be tired from the concert.


    I show the mistress my phone. Recently the mistress has released a new song. Everyone loves it except for this one piece of absolute fucking trash. "I want to know who he is." Ah, the mistress''s voice. It''s divine. "Yes ma''am!" I love mistress so much. Gender does not matter with the mistress. I wonder if the mistress loves me? Maybe the mistress love''s women. Ah, mistress.


    Suddenly, almost as if responding to my thoughts, the mistress kisses me. Our lips press together, her soft small tongue invading my mouth. She tastes so sweet. After several seconds mistress suddenly stops. Why did you stop mistress? Why? I look the mistress with a slight blush on my cheeks, my heart breaking after seeing her gag several times. Should I have brushed my teeth more?


    "That was gross. Go away, I don''t want to see you again.", Says the mistress with clear disgust in her voice. No. I don''t want to leave the mistress. I can''t live without the mistress. She looks away as I fall on the floor, tears falling from my eyes. I call for mistress but she continues to ignore me. I move to the mistress but she does nothing. Please notice me, mistress. I can''t live without you mistress.


    I won''t leave the mistress. She''s mine. I will make her mine. Ah, where did the mistress go?


    "Mistress! Mistress! Where are you, mistress!" I look under the mirror counter. I look through a large clothes rack. I check every possible place I can in her dressing room.


    "Mistress! Come out, mistress!" I begin to destroy everything in her dressing room, tossing the chair into the mirror and using the fallen shards to tear her performance clothes.


    "Mistress, come out or I will kill myself!" The kind mistress would never let me die. The mistress would save me, she would forgive me. After all my actions are because I love mistress. It''s her fault. If she didn''t kiss me. As I begin to stab into my neck I look for the mistress. She''s gone. Suddenly I feel somebody hug me from behind.


    I see an angel. I see the mistress. Her shining golden hair, her gem-like eyes, her snow-white skin, and her glistening halo. I want to hug her back. I want to give the mistress my love but I can''t touch her. My body simply goes through.


    Mistress!


    Mistress!


    Mistress.


    mistress.


    mistress?


    Where am I? I was grocery shopping and then everything went blank. Why does my neck hurt? Why is everything damaged? I try to feel my neck but my arms are numb. Slowly a warmth begins to flow down my chest as my body goes cold. My throat feels so full. Suddenly I cough, thick red bubbles flowing down my lips as the taste of iron fills my mouth.


    What''s happening? Where am I? Am I dying? How did I get here? As I think, I feel my body is sinking. The shadow of white doves begins to fill my vision. Suddenly a small girl appears above me. Her hair is a messy blonde and her eyes are a dull blue with heavy bags. She''s wearing fluffy pink pajama bottoms and a red t-shirt.


    "You got a little too close." Says the little girl. She''s beautiful I think to myself. Suddenly a feeling of disgust feels my body. Before I sink into the endless void that is death I remember why I went shopping.


    I just wanted to have a nice dinner with my family after a long hospital stay.


    ---Pov Change---


    "Well, that was a nice nap.", I say to myself, enjoying the fact that today I didn''t wake up with a massive headache. Before pushing myself off the bed and check my phone. "What in the hell?", I say as I look at the massive amount of notifications I got while I was asleep. I check the comment I left in that Idol video and find that hundreds of people have responded. Even if they''re all hate comments that tell me to die or say I have shit taste I''m happy. People noticed me.


    I go ahead and move downstairs after taking a quick shower, not even bothering to put on clothes. "I wonder what I should play?" I say to myself as I look through the massive pile of games I stole from Gamestop. For now, I''ll just relax but if she really is like me I''m sure fate will make us meet up, whether she comes to me or if by some miracle something motivates me to go out long enough to see her. Maybe if she holds a concert here I''ll see her.

 Chapter 6:Eros End?(1)

    "Should I move to a different house?", I say as I look at my precious toilet and shower.


    Recently I''ve decided to try coffee. I heard it was supposed to wake people up but it did the opposite for me. After a cup I would have energy for maybe an hour and then it would wear off. Suddenly I''d feel like I hadn''t slept for days. I was extra tired today so more coffee than usual, which knocked me out when it wore off. The demon ended up taking over while I was asleep and ended up destroying everything important. The toilets, showers, beds, fridge, my phone, T.Vs, and games are all destroyed.


    Honestly, I''m a little curious as to why it hasn''t taken over already. It''s smart and I can''t do anything while asleep so why hasn''t it just taken over.


    I go ahead and take a seat on the living room floor. It''s pretty cold and the wood it''s made of is covered in various step and scratch marks. Maybe I should move to another house but I don''t think I can just kick out whoever lives there. Jim listened to me and is still staying in that same burger king, using the employee''s phone to communicate with me.


    I''m pretty sure that I can''t just command whoever I want. Some condition has to be met and honestly, I''m too lazy to figure it out. I can already take whatever I want so why would I want to tell anybody to give or do something when I can just do it myself. Either way, nobody will care.


    Maybe I should just move to a large hotel? Nah, too many people. I don''t know whether people will always just ignore me or if anything will change so I guess the best option would be to just move into a small house.


    "How do I go about doing this?", I say while tapping the cold ground. Jim doesn''t have a laptop or computer and every other electronic is destroyed. I''d like to move to an abandoned or unsold house but I can''t find one without searching online. Maybe I can just move into some old person''s home. If people start attacking me I''m sure I can escape from some half-dead prune.


    "Let''s see. I guess for now, I should get a new phone.", I say while looking at the dim light peeking through the living room window. It should be Friday, June nineteenth but without my phone, I''m not really sure. I can''t really keep track of the time without my phone. I guess I''ve become a tad too reliant on it.


    I go ahead and stand up and move to the front door. Recently I''ve learned that things only become dangerous at night. The moment the sun comes up everything is fine. "Damn bastard.", I say while pulling the rubber strap of my red-spotted boxers. While I was asleep he took over and destroyed almost everything, leaving only the things I hate the most. Boxers and flip-flops.


    Thankfully Jim lives next to a Walmart, gas station, and burger king so I''m good on the clothes and food department. I guess I''ll stop by Walmart first and get some proper shoes, I think to myself as I walk out the front door.


    Because it''s morning the wind has a bit of a chill. As I move down the concrete driveway I hear the front door slowly creak, an audible click sounding after a few steps. Honestly, I would like to drive but I think a walk would be better. I need to improve my mood a bit so a nice walk sounds nice. Unfortunately, halfway to Walmart, I began to regret my decision. I want to slide the bottoms of my feet against the black road but because of these fucking flip-flops a strong pain follows every single step as the rubber strap digs into my feet. I can''t walk on the grass to enjoy a pleasant crunching sound because it will tickle my exposed feet.The tale has been illicitly lifted; should you spot it on Amazon, report the violation.


    Thankfully I don''t have to deal with this for long. After fifteen minutes I find myself in front of the Walmart entrance. I go ahead and toss away these god damn flip-flops and run as fast as I possibly can to the shoe aisle.


    "Words Words Words Words Words!"


    Suddenly a familiar song begins to play. It''s probably coming from the electronics aisle. After grabbing black running shoes, a white t-shirt, and some baggy jeans I move to the game and movie aisle. Of course, nobody cares. Nobody notices the man running to the clothes aisle wearing nothing but red polka dot boxers, even after he pushes them out of his path.


    Nobody notices. Nobody cares.


    "The hell?", I say with clear confusion as I look at the various T.V''s on display. Each one is playing a familiar video. A young girl, maybe fifteen years old is singing the phrase "Words" repeatedly, following a rhythm similar to Renai Circulation. She has blonde hair tied into matching shoulder-length braids and she''s wearing a thin knee-length pink dress with matching heels.


    The employees are humming to the song, the customers stopping to watch her for a few minutes before moving along. No matter how many times the song restarts people continue to enjoy it. "Her voice is divine", They say. "She''s gorgeous", they say. "I would do anything to meet her", They say. Everyone seems to love her so much but if I were to describe her. I guess I would call her.


    Ordinary.


    She''s not particularly cute. She''s not sexy. She''s not charming. If anything she''s annoying. This song is a direct rip-off of Renai-Circulation yet people are saying she wrote it. I''ve never met her and I don''t know her but something about her irks me.


    I don''t like her.


    "Who is she?", I say to the cashier. He doesn''t respond. He continues to hum that damn song, glancing at the T.V. every now and then, putting on a stupid grin the moment he sees that video. I begin to scream at him, grabbing his collar. Still, he ignores me. Nobody stops to look at the crazy screaming man.


    It''s just another ordinary day, thinks everybody else.


    Eventually, after slapping the cashier several times I calm down. Even with his puffy cheeks a light red, he continues to work. In the end, I decide to steal the bastard''s phone. Thankfully he also has the charger so I don''t have to worry about the battery dying.


    I go ahead and sign in to my youtube account and go through my history, finding that video. It seems that a couple hundred more people decided to reply but I don''t really care about that right now. "Emily Emily?" I say with clear confusion in my voice. The song is called Emily Emily for some reason. There''s no copyright so I don''t know produced it and the channel name is just E. R. O. S.


    I go ahead and search the channel video list and find that this is the only thing posted. I can''t be sure if it''s the original poster or just some thief. In the end, I decide to just head over to burger king to take a dump and have a nice meal. It''s not that far so I go ahead and search up some things and see what comes up.


    I search, End of the world. No acceptable results.


    I search, Demons have risen. No acceptable results.


    I search, Angels? No acceptable results.


    According to current news, the world is the same as It''s always been. Nothing has changed except for non-stop coverage of a rising idol. It seems that no matter what I do I can''t escape her. People are playing that god-damned song non-stop on their speaker. Even when I walk into burger king people are still playing it.


    "Give me ten number ten''s with large fries and only one soda. Make it a root beer.", I say to the cashier, pretending to give him money. Of course, he takes out his wallet and pays for it himself. After ordering I go ahead and take a seat after grabbing everybody''s phones and smashing them so I don''t have t listen to that goddamn song.


    "Huh?", I say as I see people give an actual response. Nobody looks at me. Nobody really seems to care about their broken phone but something about everybody here feels...off. It goes silent. Everybody raises their hand, flipping their palm as if looking for something. Suddenly everybody begins to hum that goddamn song.


    I want to tell them to shut up but their faces. Their dead eyes and stiff smiles. Their twitching cheeks and heavy breaths. They all look like they''re about to have a panic attack.


    "Words Words Words Words Words.", They sing with monotone voices.

 Chapter 7:Eros End?(2)

    Seeing their behavior I begin to panic a bit. They aren''t in any visible pain and they appear to be calm but their dull voices and singing. It creeps me out. Since they''re like this because the song is gone maybe they''ll be better if I put the song back on, I think to myself.


    So I go ahead and put on the damn song on the phone I stole, playing it at max volume. Slowly everybody begins to calm down. After a few seconds, people return to normal. Kids are bugging their parents and their parents are trying their hardest to ignore them. The kitchen gets back to work. At least until the song ends.


    Everybody starts to sing once again. Thankfully I manage to find a ten-hour loop of the song and just leave it at that. It seems that as long as that song Is playing everybody will act normal. "What''ll happen when one of them finishes eating?", I say as I look at the families blissfully smiles. Will the first person to finish eating take the phone with them so they can continue to listen? How will people respond if that happens? What happens if I take the phone with me when I leave?


    I don''t know.


    All I know is that I should get out of here before things get weirder. I feel a little guilty wasting so much food but my personal safety comes first. I go ahead and walk out, leaving the phone since I can always just snatch one from Walmart. Its a little annoying to have to take trips to get something that going to be destroyed the next time I take a long nap but I need a way to get information safely.


    So I go ahead and head over to Walmart, checking on the cashier whos phone I stole. He seems fine though he does seem to be behaving oddly. He now has an android instead of an i-phone. He seems to be setting it up, with what might be the manager covering for him.


    "Thanks, boss. I don''t know where my phone went.", He says looking at a short girl wearing a blue manager vest.


    "No problem. Anything to help a fellow fan.", She says with a bright smile.


    Anyways I go ahead and grab a phone and a plan card. After making sure I got everything I wanted I go ahead and slap the cashier one more time. Yup, he still doesn''t care. The same video and song are still playing on the T.V.s. At this point all I can really think is.


    The world''s going to hell, isn''t it?


    After heading to the bathroom, grabbing some chips, and setting up the phone, I go ahead and check some realtor sites, finding the nearest empty home. The nearest house seems to be around twenty minutes away by car. "I think I''ll wait till today''s attempted take-over.", I say. I don''t want to lose control of my body while driving.


    "Shit. I forgot to bring the knife.", I say with clear annoyance in my voice. I go ahead and grab a knife from the cutlery aisle and begin walking back to Jim''s house. I walk on the grass portion of the sidewalk, enjoying the slight crunch that comes with every step. Today was a little annoying but at least I managed to get some chips and a new phone. Though chances are I''ll have to get a new phone soon.


    While walking I begin to think, wondering what I should experiment with today. For the last few days, I''ve been exploring my body, trying to find any significant differences. I''m still short, I still have brown curly hair, my skin is a bit paler but that''s probably because of the lack of sleep. Everything is fine.


    I''m still human even when I''m not always human.


    It doesn''t take long to get back to Jim''s house. A little over twenty minutes at most, though it did take longer than usual since I was eating chips the entire walk. Thankfully it didn''t destroy the keys or car while I was asleep. I wonder what message it''s trying to send, I think to myself.Unauthorized reproduction: this story has been taken without approval. Report sightings.


    You can''t escape?


    Your decisions are the result of my tolerance?


    Go wherever you want nothing will change?


    Honestly, I don''t care. In the end, my avoidance led to the future coming true. My decisions don''t matter in the end. I''d just like to have a little fun before everything ends. Hopefully, I can keep my body and kill whatever it is that''s been bugging me for so long.


    "I guess I can try ramming a wooden stake into my heart mid-transformation.", I say with a slight sigh. Whenever he tries to take over I just stab myself. Apparently it receives all the damage, though nothing has killed it yet. Stabbing an artery while transforming has done nothing. Slitting my throat while transforming has done nothing. Slitting my wrist while transforming does nothing.


    In the end, I always come out fine and dandy.


    I go ahead and hop into the car, setting google maps onto the address I found. As the car moves forward I go ahead and set ai conditioner as cold as possible. I would play the radio but I know that the only thing anybody is going to playing that goddamned song. Emily Emily, I think it was?


    In the end, I decide to just put on some Vocaloid. When my favorite song comes on I already arrived. As usual, the moment I start to enjoy myself something interrupts me. I go ahead and head to one of the windows and break it open with a rock. I make sure to remove every bit of glass first before grabbing the knife and phone from the car. I don''t want any glass to cut into me.


    The house is empty. It has only one floor with a small attic and five rooms. The living room is pretty big and the kitchen looks nice. It has a bit of a rustic feel with the red brick walls, wooden floorboards, and wooden roof. Everything is a light brown with the sink and oven counter having a nice shine to them.


    "Damn it. No lights.", I say with clear exhaustion in my voice. Looks like I''ll have to spend some time in the dark. I just hope I don''t fall asleep easier. Honestly, this feels a lot nicer than Jim''s house. The walls aren''t covered in holes, the floor is smooth, and there aren''t black stains all over the place. I wonder if the shower''s work, I think to myself. The lights don''t work so the shower probably won''t.


    Just to make sure that there''s no water I turn on the sink. Thankfully it works, though it looks like there''s only cold water. Thank god, I scream in my mind. I run to a shower, making sure to bring the knife and lock the door as soon as I get there. If somebody breaks in they won''t notice or care about me, even so I have to lock the bathroom door.


    "Habits are annoying.", I say.


    The shower I chose has no curtain, thankfully it''s also a bathtub so I don''t have to worry about any mess. The bathroom is pretty big. The floor has white tiling and there''s a small sink on the left side with a mirror above it. The toilet is in a small room on the right.


    Even with the low water pressure, the shower is pleasant. At least until I remember that there are no towels or blankets to wrap myself in. I''m going to be cold for bit aren''t I, I think to myself. Of course, I hurry up, just doing a quick rinse. All it takes is a little over five minutes. "How am I going to dry myself damn it.", I say with clear annoyance. If I put on my clothes now I''ll have to wait until tomorrow for them to dry. Suddenly I remember the bathroom. Please don''t tell me, I say repeatedly as I open the toilet door.


    "There''s no damn toilet paper!", I scream with pure sadness and regret. As I begin to wallow in shame, repeating the phrase "Damn it", over and over again I hear a familiar voice.


    [I think I''ll just let you keep the toilet. You''re probably going to have to restock on toilet paper a lot though.]


    The same demon that tortured me for so long appears. Its voice is an odd mix of male and female, adult and child, weak and strong, gruff and gentle. Almost like various voices mixed together. I decide to ask it a few questions before I stab my changing body.


    "Why won''t you just take over already you prick", I say with clear annoyance.


    [Now or later, it doesn''t matter. I''d just like to have some fun for a bit. Taking nice naps, seeing the world, and playing with the T.V. I can''t wait for you to meet Eros!]


    "...The hell do You mean by T.V.", I say with a slight curiosity


    [You''re the main character and I''m the director. Now chop chop, it''s time to chop.]


    Ignoring the bastard I begin to stab into my body. Every single time the knife enters my body patches of skin begin to change color and fall, thick black blood leaking from every cut. It screams. I feel no pain.


    I feel nothing.


    After well over twenty stabs my body has returned to normal. A massive pile od grey skin, thick bones, and red strands of muscle forms around me. There are no cuts on me. There are no scars. Everything is normal with the exception of the black blood covering my pale skin."The hell is Eros?", I say with clear annoyance as I get back into the shower.

 Chapter 8:Eros End?(3)

    "So he''s the god of sex huh?", I say as I look through the search results on my phone. Apparently his powers are confusing people and forcing obsessive relationships. Suddenly I remember the person that people have been obsessed with.


    "Wait so is she actually a he?", I say remembering that god damn song. Does she transform into a guy or is she a guy, I think to myself.


    I find nothing noteworthy other than he might be blind. Nothing about how to kill him and no other real information other than he might be a primordial god and that he might be related to Aphrodite. After searching online for a bit I decided to see if any articles about three-headed dogs and giant snakes eating people alive.


    I don''t find any news about the world ending but I did find a few interesting articles. It seems that a recently formed eco-terrorist group has blown up one of the largest oil rigs in the world, a new disease has spread among ocean life making a majority of seafood inedible, and finally, there''s been a spike in low magnitude earthquakes worldwide.


    "So is going to be an economic collapse or mega earthquakes?", I say staring at the bathroom door. After thinking for a bit I decide to just leave it alone. As long as I''m safe everything will be fine, I think to myself as I lay down in the tub, leaving the pile of rotten flesh soaked in black blood to rot.


    "If I wake up and the fucking toilet is destroyed I''m gonna fucking torture that bastard before I kill him.", I say with a calm tone. I can deal with having to pick up rotting flesh, changing my clothes every day because of a little blood, and getting fuck all sleep but I can''t deal with a broken shower and toilet.


    Staring at the light brown roof I remember my time at Jim''s house. The loud AC, the torn rug, the damaged walls, the seemingly endless piles of rotten flesh and black stains. This place is so much cleaner and although it may be a tad chilly it''s steps above Jim''s house.


    Am I going to have to live like this forever, I think to myself. Having to move house to house because some demon refuses to just let me live in peace.


    I hate being alone. I hate being ignored. I hate not getting enough sleep.


    "When will this end?", I say as I begin to fall asleep.


    ---Dreamland---


    [Hey there little boy. Do you want to play a game?]


    In the middle of the night, while everyone sleeps, a single seven-year-old boy lies wide awake, resting in his bed with his under his Teen Titans blanket. A strange voice fills his head. He tries to ignore it, putting on a brave front but it continues to speak.


    [If you play with me I will give you a very very good present.]


    I want mommy and daddy, he thinks to himself. With a slight whimper and strong shiver he slightly lifts the blanket. He can''t see anything other than black. A small bit of light from the bright moon peers through the window above his bed, making his closet visible.


    [I''m not in the closet little man.]


    Hearing its voice he hides his head once again. Suddenly voice begins to laugh. With a great echo, it''s raspy voice fills his head. Mommy, daddy! Help, It thinks.This book is hosted on another platform. Read the official version and support the author''s work.


    [Hey kid did you know that your mommy and daddy hate you? The reason they''re always screaming is because they don''t want you. Who gets the spoiled brat, they say.]


    "M-mommy-y a-an-nd dad-da-ddy lo-love me.", he whimpers with a heavy stutter.


    [Yes they do!]


    "I''m sorry!", screams the child in response to the roar of the unknown voice.


    The boy does what he always does when someone screams at him. He apologizes. He may not know what he did wrong but he knows that as long as he apologizes he will be left alone. No matter how scary or angry someone is an apology will fix everything.


    [Then as an apology let me stay for a bit.]


    Hearing the voice''s words the child began to hesitate. Suddenly the voice screams at him. No, it would be more accurate to say it roared. He instantly knows what he has to do.


    "O-okay!", He whimpers with a slight stutter.


    [Good boy]


    Suddenly his head begins to hurt. He grips his head, pulling his hair as a sharp pain begins to overwhelm his body. His vision becomes blurry as a warm feeling begins to drip down his cheeks.


    He falls unconscious instantly.


    ---Real World---


    "Fuck my head hurts.", I say as I stand up. As usual, I wake up with an extreme headache, wondering what in the hell I dreamed about. Suddenly I remember that I forgot to set an alarm.


    "Shit!", I scream while immediately running to the toilet, leaving my knife in the tub. Thankfully everything is fine. No holes in the wall, the door is just fine, the toilet still works. After making sure everything is fine I check the time.


    Jesus christ I overslept, I think to myself. With a slight sigh,I put away my phone. I''m a little hungry but because it''s four in the morning I have to wait until the sun comes up. "Nine damn hours and nothing looks broken.", I say as I begin to explore the house.


    Since those birds focus on cleaning houses I''m safe as long as I stay away from windows and doors. So I decide to first check the nearest rooms. Both of them are perfectly fine. The white walls are undamaged with the floor and roof intact. If anything should''ve been destroyed it should''ve been the bedrooms, so why is everything okay, I think to myself in silence.


    In the end,  decide to just ignore it. Maybe my stabbing has had an actual effect or maybe that bastard is just toying with me. For now,the best option would be to be careful around people, keep the knife with me, and see if I can find any information about it online.


    "Ah,  should probably check on that Emily Emily girl first.", I say remembering that goddamned song. There''s not a lot of info on her but thanks to reporters obsession I manage to find out that she''s from a small town in Greece and plans to visit San Antonio Texas for a fan meet and greet two days from now.


    Finding this out is a little nerve-wracking for me since I still don''t know how to kill Eros or whatever the hell she is, and I don''t know how to defend myself if she really is Eros the god. I might go there but I might not. In the end, I decide to leave it to fate.


    If there''s something worth risking I might go, if not, oh well, I think to myself.


    After searching for another two hours I still don''t find any way to kill Eros that''s shared with several sources. "I give up.", I say with a heavy sigh. So instead I decide to see if I can find anything on the bastard that keeps trying to take over my body.


    After searching for another two hours I find nothing that matches the description; Four-armed demon with golden fur, grey scaled arms, blue skin, and wolf legged. No matter how many different searches I use I keep getting the same result. A bunch of demons that somewhat match the description but are clearly something else entirely.


    While I am a little annoyed I''m happy. The sun has finally come up so I go out and eat ten sausage biscuits. After grabbing the charger the phone came with and making sure to put on the clothes I forgot to put on last night I immediately set google maps to find the nearest I-hop since half-way through I changed my mind.


    Should I get blueberry or chocolate pancakes, I think to myself as I step out the front door remembering the car keys only after failing to open the car door. While repeating the phrase, damn it, over and over again I grab the keys, moving to the car with a slight sigh as I changed my mind once again.


    Pancakes are good but bacon tacos are even better, I think to myself with a slight smile on my face.