*Pitter-Patter Pitter-Patter.*

Rain struck the wooden roof repeatedly like melon seeds falling to the sandy hot ground on a beach far away from the gas-filled cities.

Sitting at a bus stop was a single boy with a brown flat cap. Despite there being no buses in Kisotengaina, Progin waited patiently and dryly.

Maybe he had small hope for an interdimensional bus station or he might have just been waiting for the rain to end. Nobody truly knows what he currently thought while waiting at the bus stop.

What fuck is a bus again? It's so hard to remember things when are vomited onto you. I wonder if the princess has ever been on a bus before.

He placed his hand on the wooden wall beside him. Tapping repeatedly, he slowly mimicked the rain's rhythm.

"Hmm, hmm hmm, hmmmm."

Opening his eyes, he slowly gazed upon a small figure far away in the rain. His heart started to race and his face began to drip with sweat despite the cold weather.

A girl slowly inched closer and closer, her body covered in mud and blood. Her face was messy and covered in black strands of wet and moist hair.

Moving without a care in the world, the girl got closer to the mysterious bus stop. Like a ghost, she floated and drifted in the air...Well in the ground.

With one goal in her mind, she moved forward until she stopped moving forward. Despite the physical movement of her legs and body, she maintains the same distance away. She kept walking and marching toward her destination but no matter how long he waited, she never arrived.

Wait a minute. Is that Bridget?

Using his magic, he grabbed the girl and levitated her in the air. He then pulled her closer and placed her beside him on the bus top.

"Thank you, for removing me from that treadmill."

"For a second there, I thought you were a ghost." He scratched his head and rubbed the space above his rarely opened eyes. "But it was the opposite."

"Our lives are quite comparable to ghosts. Both of us are quite insignificant in the greater sense of things... But who isn't?"

"You might be correct but we all have a purpose. From the strong and adorable creatures called bears to the disgusting and evil EMPIRE warriors."

"What is my purpose then?"

"Your purpose? Hahahahahaha!" He chuckled profusely. Wiping off the tears from his slanted eyes, he straightened himself.

"Without you and your family, this world would be a lot shittier. Please try to have a little bit of ego."

"I'll try..." She stood up from the bench, examining it with all her attention.

"But I have been wondering for a while now. Why are you studying at the Academy?"

"I..." She grabbed the sheath of her sword tightly. "I wanted happiness and frie-... Acquaintances. What about you?"

"Well I enrolled there to gather information about the prin-" With one big push, he slammed his head into the wooden wall beside him.

"?"

"Oh sorry." He said while wiping off the blood on the wall. "It's a habit of mind. You see whenever I reveal to somebody that I am a spy I a-"

His hand magically snapped in a magical direction and angle which could not be done normally by a person without the help of a magical artifact like a sled hammer or a vise.

"Fuck! I mean yuck!" He caressed and waved his hand which could only be described as a brittle piece of ham.

"Yuck! I mean look how dirty my hand is. Hahahahahahahahaha." With tears coming down from his eyes probably from the funny joke he did, he smiled widely.

Suddenly he turned away from Bridget and faced the bus stop wall. "Hey is it just me or am I about to pass out from head trauma?"

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Bridget inhaled deeply before letting out a huge gush of air from her lungs. "Leave."

"Hahaha? What?"

"Get away from this bus stop."

"..." With his unbent arm, he grabbed her by the throat. "Leave? And why should I do that?"

She blinked and grabbed the handle of her sword. "Ghosts wander everywhere... Be it graveyards, battlefields, and even bus stops."

"I see." His hand slowly lost strength and his body fell to the ground with no more power or life. "Are you an exorcist? Or perhaps just a lost insect?"

"I am the current Gestr but that doesn't matter does it." Moving her hand, she jumped upwards and cleaved the roof in half.

"How rude." Multiple glowing blue tubes shot through the air and towards Bridget. Reacting without wasting a singular second, she kicked the blade of her sword.

*Fwoosh*

Landing on her feet on the wet muddy ground, the rain began to fill the surroundings with the heavy stench of wet fur and emptied stomachs.

"That was quite idiotic of you, kicking away that sword of yours..." A blue mist gathered and formed around one of the seats at the bus stop. "This is just a normal sword?"

"Are you perhaps just a young girl?"

Looking at the occupied mist, she charged through the mud. Without a weapon in her hands, she tackled the mist into the ground.

"Woah! What are you doing!" The mist shattered in the air and crept around the shadows the bus stop cast on the ground.

Grabbing the sword off the ground, she spun it around, before stabbing it into her heart. Blood spurted from her mouth and she kneeled on the ground.

"What the fuck!"

The mist materialized before the wounded girl. "I haven't even attacked you and yet..." A small slender limb extended from the mist and into the sword's handle. "You killed yourself."

"Im not dead." She stood up. The sword that impaled her began to drip with blood. "I just missed." She grabbed onto the handle and pulled it out. Blood came gushing out like the water from a river after its dam had been broken.

"Please... Im not trying to hurt you anymore please stop killing yourself."

She swung the sword downwards, flinging the blood to the ground. "Lonesome spirit this is the end for you."

"Hey now! You need serious medical help right now. For your physical and mental wounds."

She plunged the sword deep into her chest, this time aiming a little bit to the right.

"Seriously? What is wrong with you!"

She stood with a sword in her corpus, her legs bending into an arch. "I have yet to find meaning in this insignificant life of my mine."

She yanked the sword out of her chest and her wounds instantly burned up and began to glow in a faint yet powerful aura of purple.

"So I just stick to this family tradition."

"Oh, my Mezor! You're on fire! Shit! Is there a fire extinguisher anyway?"

*Woooom*

"Huh?" The mist floated in the air, watching the empty bus stop, its body began to snap into pieces.

Right behind the mist, Bridget lifted her sword upwards. Shinning brightly, the sword was swung downwards into the mist. With one strong blow, a gust shot out from the impact, dispelling and scattering the mist.

"May you find rest in this twisted world." She stabbed the sword onto the ground and fell limply next to it. Staring into the drizzling sky, she closed her eyes and slept.

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"Huh?" Progin rubbed his eyes and stretched his limbs. "What nice weather." Looking up he stared at the gap in the roof of the bus stop. A small light crept in, bathing him in vitamin D.

"Yes, I a-agree." Morgan sat on the opposite side of the bus stop. Next to him, Bridget leaned on a wall unceasingly and unconscious.

"Oh. Hello."

"Yeah. He-hello."

"Bye." Progin jumped up and began to walk away from the bus stop. He paced himself and maneuvered the muddy ground with care and steadiness.

"Wait a second." Morgan ran towards him, carrying a small bag filled to the brim with something. "Here take, no please ha-have this."

He opened the bag and pushed a bracelet onto Progin's hands. "Aderyn to-told me to give this to you."

"A necklace?"

"Yeah yes, she said it was for umm, clone problems."

Putting on the bracelet on his hand, Progin brushed his hair and waved goodbye to Morgan " Tell her I hate the color silver!"

Morgan let out a sigh and forcefully moved the whole world by turning himself. "Now how do I wake up a girl without being a bother."

He sat next to Bridget and plopped his bag down. Tapping lightly, he annoyed and poked her over and over again.

"Please wake up."

Hovering his hands above her, he used his mind to find the best human body part to get a reaction. Upon observing her immensely, he settled on two circular objects.

"Gyahh!"

Bridget shot up from the bus stop chair. Rubbing her swollen eyeballs, she slowly gained consciousness. "Why did you poke my eyes?"

"We-well, I needed you to-to wake up! So I uh... poked you in the eyes... So-sorry."

"Vision is both a blessing and a gift but so is life when you think about it."

"Really?" He leaned closer to her, his eyes gleaming with interest.

"Life is full of death and birth. Every minute a new soul replaces the last one in this everchanging world."

"I-I dont understand."

"Well, human life is quite short compared to the other species. Our life may just be a speck in this whole timeline of chaos."

"I see. But uh why what does that have to do with vision?"

"We see through our eyes."

"Yes, that is true... And?"

"Life is reflected on our... Basically, I am sad and lonely."

"Oh! I-I see."

"..."

A couple of ear-deafening silence had passed, and Morgan remembered his reason for poking somebody's eyes. "Here you go."

On his hand, Morgan gripped a white necklace.

"Is this..." She snatched it away and pocketed it into her, well you know, pockets. "Thank you. This small joy might not defeat the wave of despair but it will certainly help."

"Sure..."

With a bow, she dashed away carrying her sword and her newly acquired gift.

"Now what?"

He laid on the empty seat and watched his surroundings. Nature, birds, bus stop tickets. All around him were pieces of life that made life happy. But there was also sadness around him, death, poverty, bus stop tickets, and racism.

Clutching his chest he felt a spark in his mind. " I get it now!" He grabbed his bag and began to run away from the bus stop. " I should review for my test tomorrow."