Piece of actual shit.
I want to kill him.
I let out a breath and dragged my hand across the mask.
Motherfuckers a real bastard.
Wasn't even him, but it's this shit place.
A long hallway reminiscent of those high end hotels.
Both ends without an exit.
I walked forward.
Because of the role I don't have my weapons.
Violence is never the answer.
Buuuuuuuuuuuuuulllllllllllllsssssssssshhhhhhhhhhhhiiiiiiiiiiitttttttttttttt.
That bitch of an actual waste of space is the reason I'm here.
Fucking bitch bitch bitch bitchy asshole.
While he's insane, the past of being a human being let at least a semblance of something without wasting away be here.
In this dead end hell, there's a few places.
How do I know this?
I don't.
I made it the fuck up.
Per an example, there's a kitchen to eat even though you never go hungry.
And in there, a boon is there with my name written on it.
A break in the hallway to the right led to a doorless kitchen with a half breakroom vibe.
"What the…?"
Passing empty tables, I stopped at the fridge and opened it.
Squatting, I looked for anything easy to eat.
And the easiest things to eat were a banana and a yogurt.
Stick a dick in your mouth and it'll magically turn into a gun.
"Hey? Uh, guys?"
A poor man's dinner awaits me.
My life really has hit the worst point in all my existence.
Taking both out, I open the cabinets to find all sorts of useless crap.
Eventually I found a spoon.
Sitting at a dinner looking setup for a table, I lean back in the chair and move the mask slightly.
"Wh…"
Peeling the banana, it was rather empty here.
Putting it in my mouth, I bit off a piece of it.
It was certainly a cold banana.
Turning the mind to see what it's use could be.
Blah blah blah, something about use and freedom.
Not like it'll change anything but give straight filler. To who? The fuck should I know. I just exist me.
"Hello stranger."
Finishing the banana, I opened the yogurt and dug in.
"Hello?"
"Intentional ignorance."
"I know that you dolt."
"Relax guys. Just wait a bit."
"Easy for you."
Ah my life fucking sucks.
I can't tell if this is stale, or too frozen to be staler than the asscheeks of god.
Needless to say, one of the two should be locked in a basement.
Insert throw away line about something funny.
Alright alright I'll stop bitching about my situation.
Three of the rejects are next to me.
"But has a woman ever entered this place?"
"Once before."
"Once before? Isn't that breaking news or something!?"
"It matters not if it leads to nothing."
"You guys… that is something."
Fixing the mask after wiping the yogurt from my lips, I languidly fixed my eyesight on them.
Titles emerged in my head to tell me their "name" rather than the one they were given.
"Oh they're looking at us now."
"A most wondrous turn of events."
Tch.
Two of them are literal shit talking bastards.
And the other one's the other one.
The mercenary guy, and the butler guy are not inherently different, it's the woman they served at the same time and world that made differing patterns.
That and his meddling out of curiosity.
The other one is borne out of the same thing. Except the serving part.
The [Mercenary Knight], The [Glass Shard], The [Nobody's Shadow].
Essentially some cheap ass mercenary, a foul mouthed tsundere butler, and a random guy.
The other rejects range from contract to persona left to rot in prison because he said so.
You could probably find that guy in here.
The one that broke the contract.
…Actually a lot of them do that.
Is this guy a demon or something? The fug is he dragging souls for???
Whatever. Not my place to comment.
Actually fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck that!!!!!!! I can do whatever!! What's he gonna do? Crush my balls?
What balls! I'm a woman!
That's right, the gender card exists solely for this reason. No other reason. Yup.
"....Is this a staring contest or….?"
"They might lack a tongue. Shall we check if a puddle has formed yet?"
Hm, well it's not like anyone important will see this.
So…
"Yeah shut the fuck up bastard before I kill you."
I'm such an upstanding person.
— —
The leaders of the organization can be considered separate and in their own way, bottom rung subordinates.
The twelve of the division, the four pillar of flames, the eight starred admirals, the five royal hands, the twenty six pilgrims of the wandering, the two schoolmasters…
Whilst the decision makers for the departments, they have about the same standing as the advisors.
Of course, it would drastically change with a detailed look.
But even they and the advisors are only the hands and feet that control the tools that the head chooses to wield.
"...?"
The heart that is the table of specific figures decides the decisions for the present and future.
Spoken before was the head of the table.
The others…
Hold a specific part of the many pillars underneath the foundation.
"And that is?"
What do you see is needed to run a company? I suppose the more looser term, 'guild' would be equivalent.
"...Money?"
Certainly a part of it. But not everything is about the made up value of minted coins and shaped papers.
What do you suppose that this organization does?
"...."
Even the minds that control the body can only listen and obey under the messengers sent to them.
A degree of will is implemented…
The second directive is to protect.
The first directive is to obey.
— —
"Did you really–"
So what're you gonna do about it?
"Suck my big fat diiiiick asshole."
The bogus merc's eyes bulged out of his face.
For an extra bonus, I lazily raised the free bird.
Butler-san with all he's worth, showed vehement scorn.
"Perhaps you have met your derogatory match knight."
"No– are you saying–" the merc stopped himself and shot a dirty look at the not really butler.
"Ah…ha…" the shabby other guy laughed with a restrained voice.
What this reminds me of is certain people.
Those bitchass cardboard male leads.
Fuck. I got goosebumps remembering.
Motherfucking King of Dreams…
But then again, the memories are like aged paper. So long ago I genuinely felt like a fossil.
I'm crying internally I swear.
On the topic of that place, the three before are archetypes.
Out of the three, the guy with a gauze on his left eye is the most optimistic with an awkwardly cheerful style.
He reminds me of two things.
One, the reject has a shard of him, and two, he reminds me of Jake.
…I may have lost my mind the further I stayed there but it's the bastard's fault for somehow incomprehensibly engineering an alter ego! I may also not remember what happened during those moments besides fragments so uhhhhhhhhh–!!
Actually why am I–?
It's his fault not mine.
Back to the original point, that squirt Jake was a certified harem maker.
There's more to it, but ehhhh explaining it to myself and dredging up the memories is a waste of time.
Comparison wise, they had similar optimism.
Well.
That's before Greed ruined his life.
The failures of the King of Dreams ran so deep.
In the end, the chains of fate tethered a finality steeped in misery.
Heavy.
So unbelievably heavy.
"Whered that the bottle come from?"
From Jesus duh.
Shifting the mask, I popped the bottle open and shoved it into my mouth.
A bitter tanginess mixed with a sweet aftertaste flooded my throat.
"Huu…"
Shiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeee thas gooooooooooooooooood!
"The lowliness of this specimen is beyond absurdity."
"Hey bright spark, where'd the woman get that?"
"I dunno."
I, a connoisseur of everything, rate this alcohol, a fine 8 out of a hundred trillion.
Damn I finished it.
I threw the bottle away and uncorked another one.
"Has my eye finally failed to see light?"
"Uhhhhhhhh…"
"Perhaps magic is at play."
Hah.
As if I could do that.
If I could, I wouldn't be here.
If I could, I would've died normal.
If I could, I would decide my fate.
If I could've, perhaps I'll erase you.
"If I could've, then you'd be fucking dead."
It's rather meaningless to say 'if I'.
Damn it's out again.
"Wretched woman. All bark."
"For some gurgling, even an angel's voice can be dragged through mud."
I flipped the bottle and inspected it.
Hiding my mouth again, the mask contorted perfectly to match my face. For all it's worth, it doesn't even have a band but still sticks like glue.
Slamming the bottle, the end shattered.
Raising it, a bitter taste resided in my mouth.
"Angel or fairy, I'm still better than rejects who failed to keep their promise to their mistress."