William: Be with me… Don't flinch, Ron...
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What will be our little protagonist's name be… hmm.
That's hard. What do you think, Reader?
Reader: ...…...
William: what was his name..oh James .. James is good.
Mark used that name for his story once. I'll borrow it.
There was a little boy named James.
Naive. Innocent.
A lovely young boy.
One day, he was hidden in the house when he was supposed to be at school.
He hid under the couch for hours.
Just for… something. Hmm…
Time passed.
Then he saw his mother.
He was ready to jump at her and scare her.
Then the unexpected thing happened.
she was just coming from the
bathroom..... And the towel around her dropped and he saw his mother body...
Lina: Oh…
Tommy: That's tough…
Ron: Why am I listening to this?
William: I wonder…
Anyway, should I continue… or stop?
Ron: No. No—by all means.
William: it was the first time... This kid saw a female body..... He was so choked.....and though who stole momy pepe... If you know what I mean... Any way James beacom a stalker, he was trying to see his mother body...looking at her when showering or when she sleep he will watch her..... And alot of creepy things..... But again
James was 5 or 6 years old... He didn't understand what he was doing.....the situation devolved that he start talking Pic... Of his mom and have two clear photos of her in the shower...
Chris: This is becoming weird. Can you stop?
Ryan: William, how is this going to help us?
William: Be patient.
When cooking, sometimes you lower the fire so the food can finish properly.
So let me cook.
"I want you to imagine it,..... A kid wanted an answer. What does he do? He asks his friend, right? And he did..."
It was the weekend, and James gathered with his friends. They were sneaking out so that their parents couldn't see them—but as a matter of fact, they could. You all know how kids are.
Anyway, they all talked. I don't care what they said to each other; they were all kids. Then came the moment of truth. James got out his phone and showed them the picture...
Ryan: "OF HIS MOM!!"
Tommy: They all looked at Ryan after his outburst.
Ryan: "Was I too loud? Sorry..."
Tommy:
"After Ryan annoyed us... in a way, we imagined him being burned."
Ryan: "Not funny, Tommy..."
William:
"The problem wasn't them seeing his mom. The problem was that there were other people existing in the same place. The worst kind of people saw the pic and started eavesdropping. He listened to the whole thing and waited for James to be alone. Then, he appeared in front of this seven or eight-year-old."
Ron: "Wasn't he five or six? Why did he suddenly age up?"
William: "Time skip... don't get caught in details.
So... hmmm... yeah. He appeared in front of this innocent child, which made him feel uncomfortable. But that man told him he is a doctor and could help his mom. 'I will make it grow back'—that's what he told the boy. With one condition: it has to be in secret. No one knows."
James asked for a reason.
The man said, "It will be more painful if she knows about what we are about to do. But if it is in secret, it will be less painful."
James asked how he would treat his mother. The man told him vaguely of how, if he leaves his "thing" inside, it will grow on its own in his mother—but he will be like his mother and won't have the thing anymore.
Then James asked, "Could I cure her with myself?"
The man laughed and said, "That would be incest."
Chris: "Sick..."
Ryan: "Could you stop, William? I don't like where this story is going..."
William:
James's dad had just left, and his mother went into the shower…
and right then, it happened—the moment he would regret for the rest of his life.
A simple mistake.
One that would keep drowning him.
The guilt would be unbearable, stalking him.
Lurking around.
Watching him while he slept.
He would become a begging prey—
begging his predator to consume him,
to drive him into madness.
But his feelings watched from afar…
from a distance.
They clawed—
deep into his heart, his neck—
but they would not let him die.
That's the thing about feelings.
They don't kill you to death.
The more alive you are,
the tighter they clench your existence.
You bleed from a place that doesn't exist.
So the only cure
is seizing..... Ron.
Ron:..What?
William:
You talked about the perfect question and the perfect answer.
And I wondered—before I continue—
what would the perfect answer be?
Ron:
The perfect answer simply doesn't exist.
In the end, the Association will be on top.
Maybe if they didn't answer.
Maybe if they chose the road that takes two presidents out—it would be their fault..... Their own mistake....
But instead, it becomes the countries' fault.
Not to mention the people from five other countries making deals with those two—to kill their own leaders... Which means five will die because one ..... A good betrayal.... To move things forward...
And In the end, the fuel is already exists.
And we're the ones holding the spark.
William:... Ron
but the perfect answer does exist.
Ron:Ha… it does?
And what would that be?
William: If I become the host.... It will be the perfect.
Ron:I was excited for a bluff.
William:We'll see.
Now… where were we?
Ah..... The hardest part....
Give me a moment—to gather my thoughts.
It's hard to say this in one go...
Tommy :
William tried to stabilize his breath—
as if it were escaping a prison,
and the guards were chasing the prisoners.
It was hard.
But he was trying to reach a mindset that would let him finish the story.
Among the eight of us,
we all wondered what William's story truly meant.
Would it affect our destiny in some way?
We didn't have a choice.
We let William take over.
We all knew the direction the story was heading.
And it was hard—
hard to listen to,
hard to even tell.
But we also knew it would never be as hard
as actually experiencing it.
All we could do
was bear the discomfort of the story.
Even if it broke our hearts—
it was the least we could do.
No.
It was the only thing we could do.
But that's us—the ones who hear it.
Imagine the ones who lived it.
If telling it is this heavy,
what about carrying it?
Maybe it's because there's nothing to learn after hearing such a story.
Maybe it's because you can't add to it,
or remove from it,
to make it more entertaining.
It's untouchable.
A story that tells you two things:
Reality is cruel.
And maybe—you're next.
And no matter what you do…
you can't make victims feel like one.
For all it is worth
If all it costs is discomfort,
then listening costs nothing.
William turned to Tommy with gratitude.
He looked calmer.
He let out a small laugh...
William:...Don't say something I didn't do.
But that was beautiful.
I didn't know you could be serious, dear narrator.....
Tommy:..Neither did I.
And please—commentator sounds better... author.
William:Ron… I'm calmer now.
Thanks to this idiot...
Ron: you speaking as if this effects me...
William: who KNOWS...
... MYBE IT WILL KILL YOU....