He woke up one morning Mr Benedict as he so loved being called was getting ready to move after being fired from his job as paper sales manager he ended up with too few sales and was promptly fired, he asked his parents if they knew of anywhere that was willing to hire him and they did they sent him enough money to pay for the move and pay rent for 3 months.

His parents were rich folk, they didn't like to brag or flaunt their riches but they loved to dote on their child, however he hated them when they doted on him he only allowed it when it was something he actually wanted instead of the crap they buy for him, a great example of which is a sweater with a inbuilt heater, which was a bad idea. every time he would wear it his arms and chest would literally burn and the smell of flesh burning was around the house for a day or two.

*Bringggggg bringgggggg* his hand held phone was ringing, he set it to a old fashioned tone but realized how annoying it was these past few days.

Mr Benedict immediately grabbed his phone if he was too late answering he would never hear the end of it.

"Vincent Benedict I expect you to arrive at your new home within the day no more faffing around young man do you hear me?" (strangely loud female voice)

*Groan* Mr Benedict did not like listening to his mother at all she was extremely condescending of the 23 year old treating him like he was still a 5 year old always trying to order him around for good reason though he could hardly get anything done if he was not at work.

"Yes mum I understand you don't have to call me 7 times in the space of two fucking days you slut." (Mr Benedict)

"You wretch calling your own mother a slut, the shock, the horror what kind of child did I raise. *fake sobbing*"(Benedict's mother.)

"Oh shut it I swear at you every time we share a single syllable and you think this is new? Fuck off hoe!" (Benedict's 'banter' mode)

"Ok ok enough of this are you packed and ready yet Benedict?" (Benedict's mother)

"Yes I have made all the preparations the final step would be to load them onto the moving trucks." (Mr Benedict)

"Ok good enough you should get some food out though maybe eat at a restaurant, oh you could even take me to dinner that would be a change!" (Benedict's mother)

She was playing on the fact that she had to force him to go to dinner with her once a month at least and it was always a extremely fancy restaurant nothing below 3 Michelin stars. He always found it annoying going there as he had no decent clothes other then a really old suit and the people eating thought some poor person had spent all their money to enter a high class restaurant for one meal.

"I could take you to dinner mother but it would be a fast food restaurant. [Impression of his mother] Oh deary me we could not have that could we my dear? let's go to that fancy new place I think its called hell's kitchen!" (Benedict)

"Oh stop that I'm not like that at all!" (Benedict's mother)

She was indeed like that, whenever Benedict tried to take his mother out to a restaurant she would see the place and then walk away to find a 'High Class' one, almost all the 'High Class' restaurants had food that tasted like garbage to Benedict and he always found the people there just trying to leach money of rich people who have nothing better to do thus served better entertainment then food.

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[A good tactic if you ask me] (Benedict's thoughts)

"Well honey I am going to have to go now call me when you arrive at your new house, toodles!"

[Urgh that slut thinks I'm joking when I call her a bitch, wish she would just fuck off or grow up and get a job like normal people.] Benedict utterly despised his mother to the point of being willing to kill her if he could get away with it.

*BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP* The sound of a truck reversing into his rented houses driveway alerted him the movers were here early barley 1pm and they had already arrived they were scheduled for 2pm.

"HEY ARE YOU GUYS PART OF THE MOVERS COMPANY '2Homes'?!" (Benedict)

Benedict shouted hoping to shout loud enough to reach across the sounds of the engine and the obnoxious beeping that was still occurring in the background.

"Eh? Oh wait yeah we are what about it? You the guy who hired us?" (Male truck driver)

A gruff sounding man replied while sticking his shaven head out the window surprising Benedict in the process from the sun bouncing off it into his eyes. [Damn people always make me jump]

"Yeah I am call me Mr Benedict I will be moving to the center of 'city A' hope you don't mind." (Benedict)

[like it mattered even if you did mind I didn't pay your company for you to do jack shit. get loading my stuff onto the truck you dirty ape.] Benedict thought rudely internally. in reality Benedict was a dick even if he had the best life he would be a cynical dick always hating other people and talking behind their backs. well and truly a dick.

"Ok lad want me to load all the stuff on your front garden into the truck?" (Truck driver)

"Yeah want some coffee or tea?" (Benedict)

"Yeah some coffee please with milk if you can!" (Truck driver)

[Figures probably your favorite part of the job a free drink while doing so little work a child is better.] (still a dick, Benedict.)

as he walked inside making some coffee for the truck driver and tea for himself he started his daily ritual of wishing for 'The event'

[Oi god's or whatever you arseholes call yourselves make Armageddon happen I hate society]{AN. Lol it didn't recognize arseholes it came up with armholes}

Benedict immediately felt like something had changed and laughed.

"I feel a disturbance in the force." (Benedict speaking to himself, crazy arsehole)

Immediately after he passed wind. {Farted...}

*At his new rented house a few hours later now with a 'freezer fridge' which is it, who knows!*

it was now nearing 9pm he had finished setting up most things and was preparing for the long cold night ahead knife under pillow check, why? of course in case a crazy space wizard tries to mug him. radiators on check. A bed, check. a blanket or duvet, no... such a horrid night ahead he may not be warm enough with only a boiler and 8 radiators life was hard for Benedict indeed.

chapter up in a few hours after this edit... maybe.