A deal is hard to break, but it can be done.

What I'm going to do/have done! (Section)

Hey, it's been a while. And no nothing major happened. What did happen was that I fell out of the habit of writing chapters consistently/daily because of other work + sickness and then that spiraled to missing further days and so on and so forth. On a positive note it did give me time to think about the blog/story/thingy overall and what I should be doing with it.

Anyway, the current plan is to post until I catch up to my original schedule of once a day. Which might mean 1 chapter a day or 2 or 3 depending on the size/quantity + time/focus I have on any given day. I want to say sorry, but that's the sorta thing that's hard to be genuine about without proof of actual regret/want to do better. So I'll try to show that by posting consistently.

Another one of my goals is to finish the outline/draft by August-ish or at the very least move on to something else for a while so I can start posting other stories I've been thinking about. Not to mention I still want to complete compiling info on all I've written in this blog/story so I don't let too many inconsistencies slip by.

Also, I think I mentioned this before but I'd like to make this section bigger/meatier because the plan was for it to be more blog/story rather than blog/STORY like it's currently been. That likely won't mean the story itself will be any longer because I mostly just keep writing until I reach a point that I feel is good to end it on. But who knows.

Anyway, I'll be starting that blog/story idea right about now.

So obviously I've been thinking about the fantasy outline (Or more accurately I daydream about it a lot.) and I thought about this character named Nazik that relates to Hot Food Girl. It's still just a rough idea and overall it's kinda a small part of the story but I was thinking of it being a good chance to touch on the topic of consent and what is considered consent for people in this world.

And no, Hot Food Girl doesn't get raped, at least that's not what my current idea of it is pushing towards. It's more like Nazik's economically poor position in society vs Hot Food Girl's high position in society monetarily speaking creates an issue on to what degree he can give consent to a person who's pretty much paying for a good part of his livelihood via these sexual acts.

So even if he says yes it could be argued to saying yes to sex when the option of saying no is being stabbed or starved to death. Which is a stance/argument one of the main POV characters takes which causes conflict between them and Hot Food Girl. This conflict is worsened by the fact their both friends. So yeah that's the general idea. There's more to it of course but I don't want to give too much away, especially since most of it (If not all) is likely to be changed.

Also, I swear that Nazik is the name of some Sonic the Hedgehog OC villain character that required Shadik or some shit like that to beat. Which as far as I know doesn't relate at all to the character (His more of a trouper/KKC edema-ruh-inspired guy by the end of his story.) but yeah I feel like that's where his name came from.

Anyway, that's all for today on the blog-related portion of things. Let's get to the story then.

Things I wrote just for you (And the others here as well!...Section.)

Swoo-THUD!

I've talked a lot about silences, but honestly, sounds have just as much to break down. So let's do that.

This sound was the swooshing of a hand cutting through the air with an inhumane power.

It was the noise a ball makes when it's punted to the ground.

And uh while it's embarrassing to admit but...it was the short silence that comes when you're caught by surprise.

So yeah, a lot could be said about it.

But the most important part?

It was a DAMN good bitch-slap.

Demon of Inconvenience: "uuuu-"

BAM!

And the above is the sound of me kicking the demon across the hall

BANG!

And that was the sound of it smashing into someone's locker.

Swoo-BANG!BANG!BANG!

And this is the sound of me stomping on its eyeball.

And what do these sounds signal? Not a pretty melody. Or a kind word. But the inner screaming of a girl who has a wish thrumming in her chest.

A wish that should not be spoken.

Demon of Inconvenience: "FuuuCK! You BITCH! YOU-"

Susan: "Shut up cunt!"

BANG!

Demon of Inconvenience: "a-AH! s-Susan wait! I can-"

Susan: "NO!"

BANG!

Demon of Inconvenience: "s-SHiiIT!!"

Susan: "Burn out! Shrivel up! AND DIE! DIE YOU FUCKING-"

bam!

Susan: "Tch."

The demon had slipped away. And by the time I found it, it was already too high for my stubby arms to reach. But I was hungry...no, I was STARVING for some good ol payback.

And so, I searched for my next bite.

Demon of Inconvenience: "What. The. Actual. FUCK!? You were so CLOSE to killing that bitch! Why back down now?! Why-"

Swoo-thep.

Demon of Inconvenience: "Stop it! Stop trying to kill me!"

...

I lowered to take off my other shoe to-

Swoo-Thud!

Susan: "Ow!"

I rubbed my head while searching for the shoe the demon had thrown back at me.

But before I could do a thing the demon's hand slammed me into a locker. Its tight grip on my neck forcing me to struggle against it. And while I struggled, I noticed the effects of my viciousness.

...Nothing. Despite all my kicking and bitch-slapping the demon's eye and flesh were unchanged. The only real difference was the redness in its whites. But that seemed more out of anger rather than any real sort of damage. I knew this for I was employing a clever tactic of reading in between the demon's shouting. Uncovering the hidden truths in its words.

And if you're clever, you might find them as well.

Demon of Inconvenience: "I am very VERY angry! And if you don't explain yourself this INSTANT I'll-"

Susan: "What!? You'll kill me? Ruin my life? Trick me into doing something awful!?"

I leaned towards the demon, are eyes nearing each other as its hand crumpled from the force of my own.

Susan: "Cuz the way I see it you've tried all that SHIT!"

Demon of Inconvenience: "w-What?"

Susan: "Oh, you must think I'm reaaally stupid, don't you? So stupid that you believe I can't see the fallout that MURDERING my teacher would bring! Well, here's a little revelation for you. I'm not STUPID!"

I shoved its arm up, making my eyes focus in on its muscles. Red and straining. They reminded me of bleeding wool. And how the wolves had gone about things.

CUK!

Demon of Inconvenience: "a-ah-AHHHH-"

I twisted and turned my head like the wolves had, ripping off tendons and spilling blood into my tongue.

Demon of Inconvenience: "y-YOU BAASTAAAR-"

BAM!

Stepping forward I smashed my fist into the demon's eye, shooting it back as its arm ripped off. Or maybe the demon had just let it go out of pain.

Either way, the results were the same, its body rolling on the ground and me with a ripped arm in my mouth.

I opened my jaw enough to let the arm fall off, then slowly slid to the floor with a hand on my now rapidly beating heart.

As I regained my breath, I noticed the demon wasn't moving. Though I knew it was still alive from the light groans it was letting out.

I smiled.

Susan: "So, you got a pain limit? Ha, that's one shitty immortality."

The demon shook, then grew another two arms, lifting its eye off the floor just enough for me to catch the fiery glint in it.

Demon of Inconvenience: "It's more than enough for you! I'll-"

Susan: "Hold it."

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The demon's eye narrowed. I ignored it and willed myself to my feet. Then I unclenched my fists and felt an odd bitterness in my chest.

Susan: "...It's pretty obvious by now that I can't kill you. And for anyone that's not stupid, it's obvious that you can't kill me."

The demon's fiery glint spun in a way that reminded me of the wolf's bloody smiles.

Demon of Inconvenience: "Well, let's put that theory to the tes-"

Susan: "Cringe."

Demon of Inconvenience: "t-That was not cringe! It is a common saying that is often used by both old AND young to-"

Susan: "Look-"

I pointed at the demon and summoned as much disdain as I could into my gaze. Which was like...a lot.

Susan: "I'd love to spend my time beating the ever-living shit out of you. But if you do by some miracle happen to kill me, you'll be even worse off than my burning soul."

Demon of Inconvenience: "Ha, and what makes you so confident that-"

Dad: "Susan! Where did you-"

Susan: "shit."

I pointed to the hallway to my right and then rushed out of sight before Dad could spot me. For a while I ran, turning corners and making sure I was far from Dad. Finally, I found a trash can and busted it open.

For two long breaths, I waited for the demon to come. And on the third, I started worrying if it had followed me at all. Maybe it had gone to Dad to-

Demon of Inconvenience: "Inside?"

I sighed in relief, then laughed at how goofy it looked running with two hands.

Demon of Inconvenience: "Answer me! Inside or-"

I jumped inside the trash can, then closed it when the demon hopped in.

The space was... cramped to say the least. Forcing me to bend my legs so close to my chest that I was nearly balled shaped. While the Demon had to abandon its comically large arms.

Not to mention the food-

Susan: "Eww!"

Demon of Inconvenience: "What?! Is it a rat?"

Susan: "Worse! Yogurt!!!"

The demon rolled its eye while I tried to get the disgusting yogurt off my shoes.

Demon of Inconvenience: "Why did you even come here if you're going to do nothing but complain about it?"

Susan: "For the anti-lookie dumbass."

Demon of Inconvenience: "Anti-lookie?"

Susan: "Yeah. What else would you call it?"

Demon of Inconvenience: "Call what?!"

Susan: "The dumpster thing! I mean, if dumpsters can hide what we're talking about from demons, then trash cans should be able to do the same! Their just mini-dumpsters after all!"

Demon of Inconvenience: "Actually, that was a debate settled quite a while back. Trash cans are not in-fact mini-dumpsters, instead, dumpsters are agreed to be big trash cans. This is-"

Susan: "Shut the fuck up nerd!"

The demon looked up at me with an eye as sharp as a cat's and spoke with a voice just as cutting.

Demon of Inconvenience: "I am not a nerd. I am a scholar."

The intensity of its declaration made the air stiff, and so my words refused to leave the safe space that was my inner lips.

Because of this, I decided to gulp them down, for their sake of course. It wasn't a big loss anyway, after all, I'm sure Carlo could tell me what this 'Scholar' word meant once I was done whooping its metaphorical ass.

Susan: "...Whatever. You hate me, I hate you, that's all we need to know about each other I suppose."

Demon of Inconvenience: "And why I can't just kill you while you sleep."

I nodded.

Susan: "That too."

There was a lull in our conversation, cuz ya know...I kinda hoped that it be dead by now. And I'd be in Dad's arms, and not in a yogurt filled trash-can. But alas, I was.

Which meant I needed to explain my giga-brain plan.

...And that's pretty hard when you're talking to someone so dumb...plus, Mrs.Fist wanting another go at its stupid eye wasn't helping either.

But what else could I do but...give lots of exposition?

Susan: "...Y'know, you almost got me."

Demon of Inconvenience: "Excuse me?"

Susan: "Back then, when you were telling me how Ms.Care would take everything from me. I...believed you."

Demon of Inconvenience: "...Of course you did, she's awful."

Susan: "The awfulest."

The air stiffened once more as our silence spread through it. Like it was holding its breath in a desperate attempt to not suck in the rottenness around it.

...

I had sympathy for it, as the trash can did smell pretty shitty.

But well... some things can't be avoided.

Susan: "I considered it...killing her, I mean."

I sucked in a harsh breath and coughed at the smell of horrid things better left untouched.

Susan: "...I think I could've done it also. That's the part that makes me feel sick. I knew I hated her, I knew I'd toyed with the idea before, but I...It was just that! Toying, playing I...deep down I always knew that it was just me joking around...."

I looked down at my shoes.

Susan: "Know...know I'm not so sure anymore. I...I'm a rotten person, aren't I?"

...

Susan: "Stinking up everyone's lives with all my faults."

...

Susan: "From the very start, nothing but trouble. To Dad, To Ms.Care, even...even to you, right?"

...

Susan: "You know the sickest part? I...I kinda like it. Hurting you, hating Ms.Care, causing trouble for...well everyone. It's fun. Maybe...maybe I'm crazy. Maybe-e-Eek!"

I sloppily brushed the disgusting yogurt off my pinky. And got goosebumps when I realized I couldn't get the pieces of yogurt stuck in my fingernail off. It was just so...so...ewwwww!

Demon of Inconvenience: "Susan for fucks sake it's just yogurt!"

Susan: "m-Maybe for you! But for me, it's a big deal! c-Cuz my dad hates yogurt also! And I'm not gonna become some stinky yogurt-accepting scum like you! Not as long as I'm Susan STRONGHEART!"

I thumbed at my heart.

Susan: "Never! Not in a million years, ya hear!?"

Demon of Inconvenience: "Why...y-you stupid fuck! I can't believe something as...as idiotic as that is distracting you from the BIG PICTURE!"

I scratched my forehead.

Susan: "So like...assuming one didn't know what the big picture is would it-"

Demon of Inconvenience: "It means you ARE a rotten horse wanting eating bitch! You HAVE made everyone's lives worse! Trust me, the literal Demon of Inconvenience can fucking tell!"

Susan: "...Okay I know that can't be true. I'm cool, but I'm not famous. So there's no way big picture means 'Susan is a rotten horse wanting-"

Demon of Inconvenience: "Please! Just...just shut up. I'm...I'm so tired of your bullshit. Of you thinking your aaaaall that. When you're NOT! When...when the only reason you're even alive right now is because you got lucky with some stupid fucking kindergartener trick! You get it now Susan?! You're nothing! You're Worthless! You're TRAAASH!"

...

The demon inhaled and exhaled loudly. Its non-existent throat pushed to the limits thanks to its ear-piercing shouts. And right now with its anger and hate drained, I could see past its cruel mask.

And uncover what the demon truly was.

Susan: "You...you want to believe you're smarter than me. That your Demon mumbo jumbo puts you a tier above us humans. That you're some sort of super manipulator who's come to cause havoc and chaos and whatnot with your 'magic'. But that's all it is. A want, a wish, a fantasy you're trying to play up. Cuz the truth is? You ain't shit."

The demon's glint flared, becoming bright and angled like a star.

Demon of Inconvenience: "Do not belittle me, foolish girl! I am a creature beyond your comprehension! I-"

I poked its eye.

Demon of Inconvenience: "a-Ahhhh-"

Susan: "No! You're a 'kinda' loner who never found their 'in-group' because you have no charm! No kindness! And no willingness to try to understand anyone but yourself! You're not even good at being bad! You're just annoying! An inconvenience."

Demon of Inconvenience: "h-How dare you! I've put men greater than your entire measly planet to their knees! I'm...I'm...I'm gonna fucking kill you!"

Susan: "G-ggkh!"

I clawed at the demon's arms, tearing into its muscles. But it just...kept healing, kept growing, kept tightening its grip on my reddening neck!

I...I....

Demon of Inconvenience: "Yeah...YEAH! Fuck it! It's not like your paltry brain could even comprehend my meticulous plans! My double meanings! My trickery! I...I should've just done this from the start! Killed you the moment you DARED step in my way. DARED TO DEFY THE DEMON OF-"

Swoo-THUD!

Demon of Inconvenience: "U-uuuuu-"

I rubbed my neck, then groaned at how awkward it felt to breathe.

I went to my knees, then stood up with a heavy crouch to keep from knocking over the trash lid. All the while I monitored the still eye-down demon.

...

It didn't get up. Or re-attached its arms. I sighed, then winced from the pain.

Susan: "...stop that. Stop...trying to get your way by being an asshole. Just...fucking listen to me for a bit...okay?"

...The demon did not move. I gulped.

Susan: "I...You think...destroying the world...or having magic...or sounding like a posh British guy is gonna make folk respect you. Gonna make you happy. Gonna make all your silly dreams come true. But...but it's not. Cuz the fact you need that to feel like you can stand out and...be someone worth anyone's time. It's...it's just proof that you have no confidence in who you actually are. That you...that you don't like yourself very much."

The demon shook. I sighed in relief.

Standing as tall as I could, I gripped my heart's chest and roared out

Susan: "So yeah! Maybe we're both worthless trash and nuisances to everyone! But you know what?! I'm going to be better! Cuz I have capital C CONFIDANCE in myself! And that's all I fucking need to beat a coward like YOU!"

My chest heaved up and down from the strain of letting so much out. Even so, it felt lighter than before. And so despite my voice's hoarseness, my words were smooth in a way that they usually weren't.

Susan: "Do you get it?! When you told me what Ms.Care would do...when you tried to bloody my hands...when I believed you...I remembered my dad's words...and knew WE'D make it through. That everything would be okay...and...and that I didn't need YOU. But...you needed me."

I kneeled down to be closer to the demon, so I could let my voice fall to a faint yet sharp whisper.

Susan: "So I played your game, acted like you'd won, stayed strong even when I felt I was going to break. And I fucking did it. I got you to lower your guard just enough for you to let me hit you with that Major Inconvenience."

Finally, the demon spoke.

Demon of Inconvenience: "So you...you-"

Susan: "Yeah, I beat you at your own twisted game. And by the way...that's the big picture. Dumbass."

I put my hand on its fleshy backside. Lifting it up with a purposeful slowness.

Susan: "And you know...while I tricked you I thought about it a bit. Cuz Inconveniences are pretty subjective, right? Like...a Demon's true form wouldn't even be minorly inconvenienced by a bazillion supernovas...But for humanity that would be game over a thousand times over. So...here's the reason you WON'T kill me."

I raised a finger, yes it was the middle one.

Susan: "Possibility 1, You kill me, I die, and you die with me. It could happen, and it be the end of you...forever."

It shivered, and my lips began hinting at a smile as I raised my second finger. It was another middle one.

Susan: "Possibility 2, you kill me, I die, and you get ALL your powers back...which means that Major Inconvenience is gonna need to be able to threaten some...luv-craftian super powered whatever monster that you happen to be. And since you've made it quite clear that humans can't do jack shit against the 'all-mighty demons'...well your gonna be on your own against who knows what."

I smirked as I lowered both my fingers and gave the demon a thumbs-up.

Susan: "Or we can do this the best way for everyone. You don't kill me. And I help you not die. And that Major Inconvenience stays at a human level. Everyone wins. But-"

I raised the demon as high as I could. Staring up at it with a gaze that might of had its own glint of red.

Susan: "You need to behave. No more trying to kill me. No more trying to ruin my life with schemes and trickery. No more of your bullshit. Or I'm going to be against you. And as you said, I make people's lives worse just by existing. So...you can't even imagine how fucking miserable I can make your life when I'm trying to ruin it. Or, in other words-"

I raised my hand.

Susan: "Deal?"

...

...

...The demon sighed, then made a hand to shake my own.

Demon of Inconvenience: "Deal."

The final section! (Section.)

So yeah that was the twist I was working up to. It was all according to a 12 year olds plan lol.

Oh also like end section.