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Better Than a Hero
Chapter 3 : A Pool, a Feast, and the Unseen Warnings

Chapter 3 : A Pool, a Feast, and the Unseen Warnings

Alphonse, feeling the biting pangs of hunger, stepped out of the cave with the optimism only one can have after being chased by a horde of carnivorous bunnies. He’d noticed a few unusual trees on his way in, and now was as good a time as any to investigate them.

The trees bore a peculiar fruit. It was dark as night and looked somewhat like a pineapple, only smaller. Cautiously, he plucked one, weighing it in his hand. "Maybe it's a... Blackapple?" Alphonse murmured, trying to remember if he'd ever seen one before. "Or a Pinemelon? Pinapple-black? Whatever."

Nearby, a murky lake sat still and silent. Its calm demeanor was disrupted only by the occasional bubble rising from the water and, unfortunately, some rather unsightly floating objects. A closer inspection revealed rotting body parts, causing Alphonse to grimace. “Ah, nature’s soup. Chunky style.”

Suddenly, a rustling noise behind him sent Alphonse diving into the lake without a second thought. The water was thick and grimy, and the taste... well, he tried not to think about that.

Emerging slightly after the danger threshold of holding one’s breath, Alphonse peeked his head above the water, anticipating another hoard of red-eyed bunnies. Instead, he found himself eye to eye with the very rabbit that had alerted its comrades earlier.

The bunny looked as if it was about to launch into its signature scream. Panicking, Alphonse quickly waved his hands in a "shush" gesture. Then he noticed: he still had one of the strange black fruits in his grip.

Realizing that food was often a universal peace offering, he softly cursed and hesitated for only a moment before tossing it to the bunny. The creature caught the Blackapple (or Pinemelon or whatever) mid-air and began nibbling at it eagerly. As it ate, a dark hue spread around its neck, making it look like it had a rather fetching scarf.

Watching his potential meal being devoured, Alphonse couldn't help but mutter sarcastically, “Oh sure, enjoy my lunch. It’s not like I was starving or anything.”

Finishing its treat, the bunny let out a burp that would make a trucker proud. Alphonse, eyebrows raised, remarked, "Classy. Your mother must be proud."

The bunny’s narrowed eyes met Alphonse’s, a clear challenge. Then, with surprising agility, it began hopping on the water's surface, approaching him with every bounce. The thudding of his heart was almost louder than the splashing water. It stopped about five feet from him, a cheeky grin on its face.

Alphonse, ever the optimist, smiled back, thinking that maybe, just maybe, he had made a bunny friend.

However, his hope was dashed when the rabbit lifted its leg in a highly familiar pose. "No... No, you wouldn’t," Alphonse muttered, his eyes widening in horror.

But the bunny would. And it did.

With a triumphant sparkle in its eye, the rabbit gave a final hop, bounced high, and disappeared into the distance, leaving a very wet, very pee-covered Alphonse in its wake.

As Alphonse swam to the shore, he sighed. "Well, at least it's better than being eaten." He shook his head, laughing at the absurdity of it all, and continued his quest for something edible that wouldn't end up being stolen by cheeky wildlife.

Having gathered his little bouquet of roots, he cast a wary eye toward the pile of mysterious, dark fruits. Logic dictated steering clear, yet, the comical allure of what transpired with the pint-sized crimson terror lingered in his mind.

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Alphonse's descent back to the cave became nothing less than an arduous escape, a darkly comical dance with the very foes he sought respite from. His heart raced as soft thuds of many, many tiny feet advanced from the shadows, and his breath hitched in his throat at the impending confrontation.

Just as the familiar eerie crimson glow illuminated the periphery, Alphonse, begrudgingly yet resilient, tightened his grip on his 'dinner', forming a battle stance. Oh, it was on!

The first red bunny leaped, its eyes locked on Alphonse, sharpened teeth gleaming in the dim light. Alphonse, his street-fighting savvy surging forth, met it with a swift, solid punch, sending it spiraling into the dark foliage.

"Strike one, floof," he taunted, albeit with an edge of nervous energy.

But one became many, and soon Alphonse found himself engulfed in a frenzied ballet of fur and teeth. Each fatal strike to a bunny was met with a pulsating pain in his head, a vibrant ERROR flashing through his mind's eye, forcing a groan from his already exerted body.

As fur flew and teeth sank into his flesh, his sarcasm served as a feeble shield against the crushing reality of his situation. "Oh, splendid, the whole family’s here. Grand, really! Should I expect a Christmas card?"

Gashes adorned his limbs as he trudged forward, his unyielding spirit refusing to crumble beneath the carnivorous onslaught.

Lurching towards the cave, he half-stumbled, half-charged, thrusting bunnies off his path with a combination of gritty determination and blind panic. His breaths were ragged, a symphony of pain and persistence echoing in his every movement.

He collapsed within the dim sanctuary of the cave, heart thundering in his ears as the biting creatures hesitated at the entrance before dispersing, their eerie eyes lingering with malevolent promise.

Wounded, soaked, and infinitely more miserable, Alphonse groaned, clutching his meager roots with an ironic smirk. “Well, that was a bloody success, eh?” His voice echoed, intertwining with the lingering hisses and hoots from the outside.

He drew a deep, shaking breath, feeling the sting of his wounds, the pulsating aches, and the faint murmur of his stomach’s protest against the lack of the anticipated fruity feast.

Nursing his injuries and cradling the roots like the prize of a war hard-fought, Alphonse slumped against the cold, damp wall of the cave, his eyes fluttering closed amidst the cascading chaos enveloping him.

In the unsettling solace of the cave, Alphonse hovered in the fragile space between waking and rest, the memories of bright eyes and sharp teeth carved into his weary mind. Tomorrow, the absurdity would continue. But for tonight, in his beaten state, he clung to the tether of a survival he was still trying to comprehend.

He wasn't a hero. He was simply Alphonse, a man undeniably entangled in a bizarro world he never asked to understand. And as he drifted into an uneasy sleep, the haunting glow of red eyes lingered, ever-present, in the murkiness of his dreams.

With a bone-rattling shiver coursing through his body, Alphonse cracked open weary eyes, finding himself ensconced in the gloom of the cave, a sanctuary that had already been marred by bouts of rabbit-infused terror. His throat scratched with the familiar pang of thirst, a sensation he begrudgingly acknowledged as he maneuvered his battered body towards the secluded pool he'd discovered upon first entering his rocky refuge.

Hunger growled within him like a bitter reminder of his flawed existence in this topsy-turvy reality. Ignoring the hissing protest of his injuries, he crawled towards sustenance, oblivious to the silent witness observing from a hidden crevice above.

As his pallid reflection met him in the still water, a yellow error message flickered hastily across his vision, the pulsating pain stabbing through his skull almost instantaneously.

WARNING:--

The words teased his senses before dissipating into the ether, an unheeded forewarning swallowed by his desperation.

Cursing softly at the unseen forces that seemed insistent on tormenting him, Alphonse bowed his head to the pool, allowing the cool water to slake his fervent thirst. Each sip, however, was punctuated by a subsequent surge of that blinking yellow, a rapid-fire sequence of unreadable text that caused his frustration to bubble within him.

“Bollocks to you and your damn errors,” he growled between labored gulps, the disobedience of his reality fueling his agitation.

With his thirst tentatively quenched, his attention turned towards the gathered roots, their odd shapes and colors seeming far less inviting in the semi-darkness of the cave. Nonetheless, Alphonse, accustomed to his new diet of dubious edibles, bit down, the crispness ringing through the cave’s eerie silence.

And thus, the red errors began, blaring abruptly across his field of vision with every chew, pain oscillating through his neural pathways in tandem.

ERROR: 284--

ERROR:--

He blinked hard, as if attempting to shoo the warnings away with sheer will. His hand paused halfway to his mouth, the next root suspended in a moment of indecision.

Alphonse let out a raspy chuckle, eyes flickering with a blend of madness and mockery. “A fine dining experience in the cavern of impending doom, accompanied by the scintillating symphony of unknown error messages. Exquisite!”

His mock toast to an invisible audience echoed mockingly through the cavernous depths, devolving into a fit of coughing that rattled his already weakened frame.

In the obscured comfort of the cave, with unknown threats shadowing his every move, Alphonse found a perverse companionship in the consistent torment of the blinking errors. Each uninterpretable warning, every jolt of pain, had become threads in the tapestry of his bizarre existence, interwoven with the red-eyed menaces and indistinguishable meals in this seemingly ceaseless game.

In a world where nothing made sense, where the preposterous was his new reality, Alphonse clung to his sardonic wit like a life-raft amidst a sea of chaos.

He mused, amidst bites and flickering red and yellow warnings, “What's a meal without a little risk, eh?”

Unknown to Alphonse, within the cavity above, eight legs shuffled silently, multifaceted eyes watching attentively as he navigated his latest predicament, unblinking, waiting and watching..