“Breakfa-”
“Deposit the food on the floor mother” Damn woman thinking she can come in
“Please?” Mothers’ ever so sickeningly sweet voice murmers through my locked door
*Sigh*
“Please” Ugh who gives a damn about that word, like it makes everything so much bloody better
Faintly hearing footsteps down stairs, I unlock my door and crawl outside, grabbing the foot
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“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH”
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(Another’s POV)
*Fap…pant pant…fap*
“Slowly does it, deep breath, one…two. Ah yes Emma splash around more, oh yes”
*Splurt*
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“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH”
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(Another’s Another’s POV)
“So using Rice’s theorem we can then prove tha-” Shit need a fart, dammit, not in the middle of a lecture!
Gulping, I take a quick peek at the people around me, all either asleep, on their phones or actually attentively listen-nope she’s browsing dresses.
Right, I hope I can get away with it
*Bfrbphrbrhhbrpphbrbb*
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Oh shit that wasn’t a fart
Rolling the fuck through the lecture hall, I wheel myself to the toilet, wrinkling my nose at the smell emanating from my seat.
Of course the bloody disabled is being used by some non-disabled twat who can’t bother waiting for the actual toilet.
Shit shit shit, literally!
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Pushing my way into the normal men’s toilets, I throw open a cubicle door, rolling to and hoisting myself onto a toilet, clinging onto it as I drag my trousers off mid hoist.
Fuck anyone who sees, this is what they get for using the disabled, and of course the welling up shit is getting worse…oh fuck
*Brbrbphrbbrhbrphb*
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH”
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(Another’s Another’s Another’s POV)
“Mmm delicious”
“Oh dear don’t be so kind, tell me what’s wrong with it?” The blonde beauty who is cooking me dinner scolds me lightly with a well used wooden spoon from the distance.
“It’s just simply delicious” Smiling at her, I stand up pushing the empty plate away, before giving her a quick kiss. “But I’ve got work now so no time for more of your cooking shenanigans”
Taking the jacket from the coat hanger, I jump in my car and drive home, fast.
Bursting my apartment door open, the toilet is first thing in my mind and sight as I heave all the stir fried rice without even kneeling
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH”
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(King Yark’s POV)
Today is the fated day, the day upon where 7 moons align and the 24 mighty heroes shall be summoned, one for each hour of our day they appear in our lands ready protect us from the Demonkin, Beastkin and many other non-human kin who try to wipe us off the face of the earth.
Today is the fated day that shall be marked down in history to be remembered in celebrations and mirth or to be fearfully remembered by our enemies in both terror and awe.
Today is that fated day, but Fiera has laid three sorry looking fools at my feet, and only one who shows some promise to truly being a fated hero.
The first was a man, summoned naked and crawling, stinking like a lowly peasant, his unkempt hair and body only accentuating his squalor-like conditions. He refused to give his name, or talk beyond a few words, the majority being: leave me alone.
The second was a short, fat and spotty kid but that is an understated description of how enormously round and wobbly the child is and how spot riddled his face is. He was summoned, member in hand, spreading his seed to the wind with a face as if he had run a lap around the city. He fell unconscious after finishing, something to do with his heart is what the physician said. Hardly surprising…
The third summoned hero was at least tall, somewhat average looking, with a beaked nose and lightly tanned skin but anything mildly positive about him stops there. His summoning was equally as bad, explosive poo bursting from his rear onto the summoners just moments before his body planted into the ground, rear dangling in the air. He was arrogant, telling everyone to…fuck off, whatever the words themselves meant, the sentence was clear enough by his tone of voice, when we tried to help him stand. Apparently he stubbornly crawled through all the way to the throne room upon Fiera’s direction and at the sight of his twig-like spindly legs I understand why.
The last mingy hero that was summoned was better than the rest, appearance-wise, with his curly blond hair and clean face. He too was summoned with a nasty projectile, this time from the mouth in form of barely digested rice and meats. At least he was clothed unlike the rest of them. He was actually receptive and even nice, so all of my hopes currently lie on him.
Even though a priest had stumbled here earlier to warn me of their appearances and first impressions, seeing them in person truly bangs the nail to the tree: the fat one lying unconscious, head on Fiera’s lap, another still crawling through the room, trousers hoisted up but I can still smell the waft of feces even from this distance. The third crouched in a corner, thankfully clothed but eyes dart behind it’s messy splodge of hair filled with venom and the last one non-chalantly speaks with Fiera, who looks just as part of these mismatched heroes due to the 5 different kind of liquids staining her clothes and body.
*Sigh*
This is my fated heroes, and this is the fated day that will be remembered as the biggest screw up in my history or even human history if they truly are as unheroic as they seem…and worst part is: there’s another 20 of them to summon yet.
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Author's Corner: Hey haing massive writers block, so beginning on this randomness instead.
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