Cover story 20: His thoughts not mine
A delusion, yearning for freedom, a yearning for power just to have it too prove to the innocent that they can never compare, simple words "how to bypass freedom, be greater, serve a greater purpose" can both change in the perspective of the reader. However the writer always sees one perspective blinded by the other, so was Ashphalter.
So was Ashphalter
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I would say I wanted him to be a bit stern or atleast make my arrival a bit of an annoyance but he had the relaxed “hey” as an answer. So I showed him my annoyance at his lackluster reaction to me, but I just came in. I GUESS YOU CAN SAY WE DIDN'T MEMORISE THE SCRIPT.
(As the people started to clap, no laugh yet to be heard). AND SO....
Log # 31:
It was unique having a dinner not by myself. But it felt more odd knowing I was not intended to be here. Of course since my body was at multiple places at the same time my activity was not halted with. All I needed to do was find the smallest exit to the outside world, transform myself into lightning sparks moving through the air and having myself enjoying the nice dinner, be an after image, be an after image. The secondary me was not happy in the slightest. Because what was the point in a dinner if nobody wants you, but also disappointed in myself for letting such an annoying moment come to pass. A part of me is annoyed at my actions and the other part is waiting to destroy a part if that punks life, as revenge. So I leaned against the wall, waited and tried starting a conversation. But nobody ASKED for this ROYALTY TO SPEAK, SO I WAITED, just like that punk. Made me question if he even knew these people and if I was just killing casualties. He sure didn’t seem to know who they were, it seemed.
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To the young man, the hours passed like years and the seconds kept on marching like if nothing was hitting a dead end. It was a bore to him, the conversations went on though. But it was a twisted set of fate, the story Neova never wanted Malfonz to get, he connected the pieces and understood the situation. That …
The grandpa: What are we having for dinner I am starving,
The little girl: So we have something special for our guests.
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I COULD NEVER BOTHER REMEMBERING A NAME, YOUR OLD AGE IS SHOWING, IF YOUR BODY CAN'T KEEP WORKING BREATH IN CARBON AND LET OUT AIR, HELP THE STARVING ... AM I RIGHT PEOPLE...
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Malfonz: So what you guys making
But no response to what he said as if he was unheard
The little girl: So what are we going to eat
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Malfonz: And they ask me why I hate humans, he said annoyingly in a whisper to himself.
Malfonz was given a glass of water right before eating, so since he was going to be ignored he decided to analyze his enemy, but he seemed to be in a state where he lost focus on where he actually was. I tried snapping my fingers towards the guy but no reaction on his part, (the straw in the glass made the drinking process more fun as Malfonz was trying to understand the room).
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I DON'T KNOW WHAT WAS SLOWER MY DRINKING OR THE PEOPLE AND THEIR TALKING...
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Then when 15 percent of the glass was about to be emptied the sudden loneliness he hadn’t felt for years and the emotions started to emerge and be drowned out by the rooms atmosphere. He felt nothing, he wasn’t sad, he was a bit happy because he was able to experience a family up close that he never had in his past life. He probably knew if he said anything or engaged in it there was a chance of ruining the scene or memory but if someone else was doing it and you were the observer it was like witnessing a play or story. Like how the oldest female child was talking about her cooking skills in front of the two old people, and all they could say was based off of complimenting her in some way or an inside joke.
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The oldest female child: I was cooking and then the stove it burst open, all the food came falling down and it turns out it was all because of the oil i added in, I tried holding the pan but the oil stains made my hand slip the stove and it fell splat
The old grandma: But it didn’t hurt right
The old grandpa: Who cares if she learned her lesson then all I want is seconds of her dish she made, I am just joking hope she didn’t hurt herself
The old grandma: And that might be enough for your calories for today
They put up a dragging fight which annoyed me, so I glanced towards the other half of the room, but the smaller children were just playing with their food, at least the twins were, and Neova tried eating but seemed like he made a friend. That’s when I put it all together they were his family. I almost smashed the glass out of pure anger. But as to not cause a scene I put the glass on the ground and pushed back a bit next to the wall behind me and started rethinking things.
Then I decided to review a bit more of the situation, I had drank my glass 50 percent all the way, I was drinking slowly, I tried looking through the window. It was blue, I never noticed the sky could have such a color. So I decided to get a breath of fresh air, (during this time Malfonz never noticed that he was understanding the life of a peasant and what it meant to be human, to be a race of something and he felt something).
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There were birds, and there were dragon shaped dinosaurs on the ground, but at that moment when everything was in slow motion he had to ask himself who he was and what it meant to him to do bad, why he was bad. The stone seemed to be Malfonz’s only friend, Malfonz did not have an identity crisis, because his identity was Malfonz and he knew what that meant and in every iteration of his tale he was simply Malfonz. To him Malfonz was a being who observed his world, and wanted to be a part of it somehow, and then it changed to wanting respect in his name. He wanted to be something, but what did it mean to him to be bad, why was being bad a thing he lets himself do. To Malfonz he was not human so not caring for those under him was an easy choice as an act of revenge, but with time his goals became those of making something out of those under him. And his answer of being bad ended then and there, there was no deep reason, he had the power he wanted more, and when he had obtained the world he was not going to simply ask again why I am here. Malfonz after obtaining the world was going to continue living now, because he was curious, he wanted to learn about the world when he had the opportunity to, he inside knew that the void was gonna be there for him in his future life, but now the void was filled with small things, things he can only observe on never interact with and he was satisfied to an extent. (Work was a cope, to use up every second and too forget).
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(The people laughed at the story so absurd it made no sense, a man so fast that could never exist he must be crazy, the best comedians were crazy, but too Malfonz it didn't matter, he wasn't alone he was laughing with the people).
Malfonz: Well thank you.
A Malfonz in the crowd: Boo stop telling dumb stories tell us the funny bits you wrote on that piece of paper mutt.
(He knew if he met himself he too would laugh at him, but all he could say was thank you for the praise to the people).
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With the last bit of water in the glass roughly 10 percent left, he went searching through the rooms of the family he was visiting. He saw pictures of them, Neova was just as grumpy as now, and he had brothers and sisters, but he left. Malfonz was never curious of his reasoning, just a confirmation on what attack he can deal on Neova because he was curious just all. After drinking the last drop of water he went back and bored just like in the beginning but waited out the minutes that seemed to pass like hours. Fin.