The party raged on in the streets of the Capital; whether it was because of the death of old king, or the crowning of the new king. Regardless, a new dawn is rare, and so the party animals were let out tonight.
The vendors lit up the entirety of the central plaza. It was bustling, movements varied from swaying, haggling, dancing, drinking, fighting, eating, and the preceding act of child-making.
But, within the confines of a not-so-white castle, a certain man with the mind of a child remains laying on his bed with his door shut tight.
The man seemed to be suffocating from a pillow - or not, it seems he's squirming around. But for what reason? Let's peer into his mind for a bit.
NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
I DON'T WANNA DO THIS. KILL ME NOW, MR.BLONDIE MAN. PLEASE COME BEFORE I DO IT MYSELF.
It seems he's suffering a mental breakdown.
I WANNA GO HOME....
A few hours of huffing and puffing later, he finally let out a long sigh and stood up to look at himself in the mirror.
Kubi, who we will call 'The Man', now has the appearance of a what you would call "A Handsome Man".
His jawline was sharp, his eyes were charming, his lips were scrumptious, and his hair was sensational. All too perfect. This gave him a sense of comfort, a confidence he never knew sprouted, but in the back of his mind, The Man knew this wasn't "Kubi", this was the king of Venno, "George Smith".
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After staring at himself in disbelief, he finally took his eyes away from the hypnotizing face - as a little part of himself grew uncomfortable and he started to wonder if he liked what he saw.
He finally sat down on a chair, found a pen and paper, and stared at it.
What the hell do I even say? He thought, grimacingly. You should of AT LEAST given me his memories.... Thanks a lot god..
How can I even pretend to be a king when I can't even speak without stuttering to a girl.. Let alone in front of thousands of people.
He looked out the window and saw the flashing and flickering lights, the enthusiastic acts of people, and the completely dark night sky.
It must be nice to not have any worries like that. Just letting loose and partying. I've never even been invited to a party before. What does beer even taste like?
Ahh... He sighed, as he leaned back on his chair and reminiscenced about his home back on earth.
Sure, I was a loser. But at least I was a comfortable loser. I wasn't forced to do shit I didn't want to. I didn't have to put up a façade since people didn't talk to me. He tilted back even more, slowly putting his feet on the table.
But now here we are. I died an embarrassing death, just to be embarrassed more in the after life. I wonder what people thought of it.... dying because of a fucking banana.. He raised his head and looked at the ceiling while tilting even further.
I mean, it wasn't THAT embarrassing, right?.. I even died, so they wouldn't make fun of me... probably.. As he continued to doze off, the chair he was sitting on slowly started to fall.
Time stopped. Several thoughts ran in his head. Am I going to die again? From falling on a chair? NO! I REFUSE! I WILL NOT DIE THIS TIME, I WILL LIVE!
With all his might, he twisted himself, and pushed off of the chair, jumping into the air. HA! Take that God! You will NOT get me this time!
But, his stomach dropped as he soon realized he broke through the window glass and death slowly grasped his life and took control of his fate one more time.