Damn does my body feel heavy. What happened while I was being attacked by those tentacles. Am I a hero yet, where's the sound of someone greeting me. Where's the sound of cheering because their savior has come to the rescue. If only I could open my goddamn eyes then I could see what's going on in front of me. My body is still in pain from those fucking tentacles, even an octopus or squid couldn't do that much damage without having some sort of enhancement done to them. So by basic logic and reasoning it is safe to say those aren't ordinary tentacles. If what that angel said was true, then those were caused by somesort of magic from the other world, but who would be smart and crazy enough to cause something like this.
Could it be the Fae. They probably would need help since their body are considerably small and they probably get picked on by the other races a lot. Actual if that were true then wouldn't the Creators help them. Then would I become an awesome looking Creator? Based on the description I was given, then they are probably the best race to be for someone as smart as me. They freaking have laser weapons, if anything if I pass my knowledge to them then I can recreate all of Earth's technology. Wait, someone probably already did that ahead of me DAMNIT.
I don't want to want to be a Mermaid because their fish tails will probably get in the way of combat and I don't want to be a Merman because they are extremly sluggish so their only advantage is in water. The Beastmen sounds like a nice race but I'm not sure what animal mix I would be. For all I know I could be a snail or something, then I would die just by falling into the ocean because of salt. I also didn't get enough description so hey could have full features of the animals, they could probably just be anthropomorphic animals for all I know. I also have to worry if they have mating seasons since in the wild females usually go for the strongest of their species so it could cause some issues since heroes get cheat abilities, especially if I am a mantis species.
Wait why am I worrying, the Human race is the only race that knows how to summon heroes so I shouldn't worry if I'm going to be any race besides human. So are those fucking tentacles part of the process, but that deosn't make sense. If only I could know what happened after those tentacles started to hurt me but I forgot. Why did I forget something so painful, wait I just answered my own question. I should really should open my eyes, if only I knew why they're closed.
Several minutes later I hear a voice, it was a deep and and and menacing.
"Hey, is this guy going to wake up. Did the tentacles kill him." said a male
"It shouldn't, those tentacles have the will of a surgeon so he shouldn't be dead unless they cut an artery or something." a stoic feminine sounding voice said. Whoever this was sounded like a coolheaded beauty, not someone worth mentioning. At least I confirmed the tentacles at least did something to me. By the sounds of it my torso has been reconstructed, but what else has.
"Well wake him up, we can't check the status of someone who is unconcious. Unless you have [Peek] or something."
"Yes master."
"Remember, if he doesn't wake up then just throw him into the beast cage. I'm sure those guys are hungry by now." Scary shit I'm hearing here. You better open eyes or else this beautiful body will get mauled by beast of some kind.
*Slap*
"OW!" I shouted. Why didn't I just speak earlier, all of that could've been avoided.
"Hm, he seems to be half asleep. At least he is alive."
*Slap* *Bash* *Kick* *Other painful sounding noises*
Is this what it feels like to almost die again, if so then I'm glad I missed out on landing on that concrete. It's only been a couple of minutes and I'm already at death's door. I barely have the strangth to think up any witty remarks or logical thinking. A window appears in the dark.
Warning
.34 health left. [Hero protection] over in 00:23:45.
"Please. Almost. Dead. .34 hp Left." My final words, goodbye my short life.
"Ok then." Is she going to use magic to heal me or someth-
*Smack* What is she dooooiiiiiing! Her lips press against mine and she begins kissing me. Her tongue enters my mouth wrapping it self around mine. I try to push her off to catch my breath but she pulls me back in. I'm on the verge of death and I'm getting kissed by a person I can't see, I don't know them either. By the laws of my old world this is sexual harrasment.
My already dark vision is getting some how hazier and brighter. This makes no sense, how the fuck is this working. Could it be that she's using healing magic to restore my health? But this is so fucking weird and embarassing. My body is enjoying but the my ego is taking heavy hits. I at least thought I would be the one to initiate my first kiss but that chance will never come. I can feel my body getting better with each passing minute so at least I know I am getting healed. She finally lets go, releasing me from this embarrasing scenario.
MY VISION IS BACK AND I'M BACK AT FULL HEATLH. My pride and ego may have been damaged in the process, but, but ... yeah this really wasn't worth it. I may be able to see now but I can't fix something that mattered to me the most. Well as long as I have my vision back I might as well look around me.
I pick myself off the ground and look around me. To my left is a row of maids, each with varying looks. Wait are those horns, and does that one have wings? In front of them is a tall woman, probably the head maid. She has brown hair and black and white eyes. I mean eyes that are black and white, there's no pupils. One is completely pitch black and the other white. How the fuck does she see?! She is most likely the one who healed me so she must be a healer of somesort. A support maid, sounds really cliche. But why did she have to kiss me to do it, couldn't just use something like a healing touch or heal aura.
I now look to my right. There is a line of infantry with presumably the leader in the front. The leader in particular stood out since he really didn't look like the type who participate in battle. He had white hair and red eyes, resembling a human. I would say that if it wasn't for the fact that he had giant black angel wings. Based on bible lore, he must be a fallen angel or something, or he could be an archangel like Uriel. What's worse is that he looks way more handsome than I, the amazing and beloved Jay. He glares back at me like I am a puppy who barked at his owner. I have a feeling that I will hate this guy during the entire duration I stay in this castle
"Are you done gawking or you just going to keep looking." says a man. I look forward and I see a man sitting on a throne. He looks like a minotaur if they were goats instead of bulls, and his horns were very huge. They look like they reach farther than his arms and they look very heavy, I'm suprised he hasn't fallen due to the weight of them. He is a very red man, to the point where it looks satanic, probably the look he was going for. He is also very large, probably two times larger than me.
With all of this evidence at hand and those weird looking people I have finally concluded what I am, I'm a fucking demon aren't I. Why of all races there was to get summoned by, it had to be demons. From the 'reliable' information for me provided by all of those fucking anime discussions with Ani, demons are the most hated race there is. A racist stereotype that is probably also true and relevant in this world. I shouldn't be panicking right now, the most reasonablle action is to determine my species. If there is minotaurs and winged demons, than my body shouldn't be any different.
First thing I should start with is my face. I hope it wasn't too heavily damaged from all of those tentacles, it would be the second worse thing that happened today. My hand hesitates, it knows there is something with my facil structure but it doesn't want me to know. I already know that some of my teeth has gotten sharper but there has to be more than just that, unless I want to say I'm a vampire. I force my hand to touch my nose, there's nothing wrong at the very least so I move my hand up very slowly to make sure nothing is missed.
*Poke*
Ow fuck I just poke my own eye. But my eyes shouldn't be at that level, more or less there in the first place. How many more eyes do I have, also why can't I see through them. There's only one way to find out, the only way I could know how many while taking the minimal amount of damage.
*Poke* *Poke* *Jab* *Jab and poke*
Seriously, that was the worst idea my amazing brain can come up with. At least I know I have 6 extra eyes, though they are all in agonizing pain and I still can't see out of them but I can feel them blinking so it must be a sign. Everyone is looking at me weirdly now, they must be thinking why an amazing guy such as myself just poke his own eyes. I don't blame them, if I was seeing myself from their perspective then I would find it weird too.
"You know, you could've just asked for a mirror." The maid said. She fucking right, why didn't think of that in the first place. You dumb genius brain, how could you betray me like that.
"Would it be kind of you to bring me a mirror." I said depressingly. The maid opens the huge door and exits the throne room. It takes her about 2 minutes to get the mirror but those 2 minutes were utter hell. The awkward silence combined wtth recent events really put a lot of unbearable pressure on me as time passed. The sound of wheels are heard and a mirror slides into the room. Conveniently, it slides exactly in front of me so it requires less energy to observe myself.
NO! IT'S WORSE THAN I THOUGHT! MY BEAUTIFUL FACE IS GONE! My red and blue eyes are still there but above are eyes of a monster. The set above my original eyes are green and yellow while the ones above that set are purple and orange, there's also more but if I try to look at them my vision pixilates them out. Though they look fine, it ruined my once normal looking face that my father produced. Even my teeth got messed up. They are an alternating pattern from sharp-flat-flat-sharp and my spit is now white. There's also streaks of dark purple running down my hair making me look more emo than before, this makeover is complete SHIT. My beauty level has been lowered by 5 percent with these changes, and don't get me started with the other things besides my face.
Below my neck is a weird zig-zag pattern that's colored grey that completely stands out from my skin color. There's fucking long legs extending from my back, they are spider like and are really creeping my out since it's all bone, it even has little blood stains and bits of torn skin splattered all over it. Overall my body looks fine but I have lost my charm.
This fucking sucks, why does the universe, I mean multiverse, ARGH! Even in my monologue, my voice still sound angry. My entire appearance has been destroyed, don't argue with me. My social life is over, is this what it feels like to be bottom class.
I don't even know what species I am and I already hate my life how can this get any worse. Technically speaking it can, if I remember correctly that angel said that Arachne are typically the chosen slave race by humans. What are Arachne anyway, I assume something to do with spiderrr... 6 boney legs and 2 arms equals 8 arm appendages. 8 eyes like a spider. Sticky saliva and sharp teeth. Wait no don't tell me, it can't be true. This can't be happening.
"I'M A FUCKING ARACHNE!" I shouted. GOD FUCKING DAMNIT. OUT OF ALL THE SPECIES I GOT STUCK WITH A MOTHERFUCKING ARACHNE. I SWEAR THAT PERRY BASTARD HAS IT IN FOR ME.
Everyone around the room stepped back in suprise. Did I really take that long to notice something so fucking terrible. The situation is going to get even more awkward as time progresses, the guy on the throne better initiate conversation or else my mood will worsen.
"Big fucking deal, your an Arachne, so what." He said. I don't know whether to sigh in acceptance or to be pissed that he pitied I, the great prodigy, but I know I'm leaning towards one of the options. But man is that guy huge, his voice is quite deep to-o. If I have to guess he's that Satan guy that angel mentioned. It should've been obvious but I guess my great mind forgot about it.
"We require you to bring up your status table so we can see what we are working with. Unless you want to be a bitch a about it then go right ahead." This guy, trying to order me around. I might be a slave race but I'm still a hero, he should show some respect. I might as well bring up this 'status table' so we can get this over with... how do I do that.
I really don't want to ask that guy since I have a feeling he would mock me for it. But I guess all great heroes must accept defeat when the plot isn't advancing.
"How do I bring up this 'status table'?"
"*Sigh*, just say {Status} and a window will pop up."
" I will go along with it, {Status}." Nothing happens. Come on life, did I say it wrong. I guess I have to say it again.
40 seconds later
Finally something happens.
Insert data table here.
You have got to be joking. You really need to stop fucking with me god. I might have been summoned as a hero of demons but that doesn't mean you need to fuck with me.
"I can't seem to bring up my status table." I say.
"Welp nothing that our scientist can't fix, Christina."
"Yes master." the maid in front speaks. So her name is Christiana, better make a mental note of that.
"Bring him to River and have him make a status table for him, or at least a visual reference of his table. While you're at it show him around the castle." Christina gestures me to follow her, which I did.
We make a few left turns then a right until we reach a door. She opens the door and we walk inside. Inside was a bunch of random things like a crossbow with a bayonething, some sort of weird timer labeled 'Divergent', and a white rabbit with a don't touch sign. Overall this place looks like a laboratory if it weren't for the weird shit everywhere.
"*pant**pant*." Who is making that noise.
"River, we have arrived." Christina says.
"A-a one moment please. Let me just AH FUCK!" The man presumably named River said. A body comes crashing onto a nearby table landing on whatever was under it. "Damn it, hold on. {Origin}, {Sythensize}, {Stabalize}." Some bright light appears out of his hand and soon the once broken thing is now fix. At least it would be if he had an actual container for the liquid he just saved, sadly most of them broke on his back.
"Damn it, Christina go get me a container that's around 50ml." He says towards Christina.
"Yes sir, and can you put on your pants, I can see it all." She holds a crystal in her hand and points it at him.
"Wait stop taking pictures please. At least give me time to know what's going on here, who is this man?" He says while covering himself.
"That man is going to be the hero of this race so don't kill him while I'm gone. Also master asked you to make him a status table or a reference so we can see his stats." She leaves the room and shuts the door behind her.
"But don't we have {Identify}." River mumbled. I actually didn't pick any of the words up so I just used the last thing I heard. "Well I guess I have to make a status table for you."
He heads towards a wodden table, quite specific since there's only metal counters. He grabs a plugging chisel and some sort of material. It has the same blue color as the windows that appeared in front of me from time to time, though I didn't know I can actually touch it, you would think that if you put your hand through a magic window it would phase through it but I guess not. He starts enscribing some unknown characters into the material, the language looks Zulu and Vietnamese the characters are very sharp. I can almost make out the words on it.
Isimng thái
This doesn't make sense no matter how many times I read it. The last word I know for sure says 'Status', but the first word is a combination of Zulu and Vietnamese. In Zulu, it means 'Sim-ng', of course the last two letters mean nothing in the language but if I were to say it is probably part of the full Vietnamese word for status. The only reason why this doesnt make sense is well, say it for yourself or think of it yourself. But if you can't do neither of those things then I will tell you in the almighty broken English, 'Sim-ng status', SO helpful for my education of this world, totally no sarcasm in this sentence.
'Why should I worry about this' you might be saying, well if you weren't then you are now. The only reason I am worrying is because if I am able to engrave these characters onto a lake or a rock, then I can... wait where was I going with this. I had a plan and everything but then I starting to doubt if that plan will actually work. The original thought was if I put the engravings on a rock and throw it at someone, I can see their stats but then I realize it's totally useless because there is probably a spell to do this. Even if there was no spell of that descritption, it has no guarantee of it working.
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Well no use thinking about it now he's almost down with the status table that will reveal my unique power. I wonder what's it going to be, I've watched enough (1) fantasy films to know what cool powers are avaliable. It could be something like {Time stop} or {Meteor shower}, I have a strange liking towards a time or space power. Those powers were always amazing, the ability to stop time is useful for- hey is that a crown over there! My body instinctively ran towards the crown, faster than you can say this sentence.
"Hey, you should take that crown. It looks like that guy doesn't care about it."
"You shouldn't take it, I have a bad feeling about it."
"Shut up you downer, you are the weak link here."
Huh? Did I hear something? Must be my imagination, back to the crown. The crown's overall design was very simple, though I really don't know how to describe it, the author was kind enough to show you his drawing prowess again and make the crown.
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("I did a thing" -Body)
The crown is just sitting there, in all it's glory. It might be greedy of me to say this, but something is telling me to steal this. River probably won't care if I steal this thing, after all I am the hero of this story. He probably would've given this to me anyway
*Yoink*
OOO, it feels very light despite it being made out of a crystal used in mood rings. There's no way I'm not going to wear this thing, are you kidding me. Why would I pass up on such a special oppurtunity that has been presented to me, I would have to be an idiot with self-control not to wear it.
I raise our hands above the head and equip the crown we by right deserve!
"HEY, WHAT ARE YOU DOING!" River shouted. He stopped moving his hand and started to rush towards me. However he is too late to stop me from equipping the crown. The crown disappears as soon as it lands on top of my head, or should I say it get's asorbed into my body.
New Stat Gained
{Ego}
"ERROR: BOX TO SMALL TO CONTAIN {Ego}!"
You have been inflicted with the status effect, {Crown of pride}.
If {Ego} is 30% or less, suffer {Inferiority}. If 80% or more, suffer {Superiority}.
"I am not just any king, I am the king of kings. I am the king of kings that rules over kings. I am the best king!"
TIME LEFT: PERMANANT
Hm? I feel fine, what do they mean by {Superi- OH GOD MY FUCKING MIND IS BEING RIPPED OUT! This hurts more than those fucking tentacles, and they inflicted physical pain.
"Hey, can you not resist my arrival. I want to look better when I have control over our body" said a voice.
"What, who are you?" I said mentally.
"Leave all questions after the ejection of your mind." Mind, growing weaker. Can't hold out much longer, River is punching my back which isn't helping. Time to faint.
Finally, I am in control. Took him long enough to faint from the {Ego} switch. Even I don't know that crown did but what ever it did is fine by me. Let's check out our body to make sure it's not damaged.
1. Sexy Arachne legs. CHECK
2. Charming face. CHECK
3. My love for my self. CHECK
4.Room can fit my ego. NO
5. I am stronger than every living thing I am about to encounter in the future. CHECK
Everything seems to be okay right now, no problems I should worry about. Regular Jay is speaking with Inferior Jay, good thing I asked Jay to stall Jay until this Jay can get a test drive of the body. Man does it feel great to be me.
"WHAT DID YOU DO!" I forgot this bitch River was still here. He might try to fight me for stealing this but I wouldn't want him to fell hurt for losing. Better twist the truth a tad bit so he doesn't fight me.
"Sorry, the crown was calling out to me. It wanted me to take it so that you can't use it."
"Ugh, whatever your reason was I don't care. That crown was supposed to bring out a person's real side, it was a prototype in the testing phase anyways."
"Wait, then why a crown, woudn't it make it, what's the word. Suspicous?" Really though, why a crown. He could've made it into a spell or injection, or a long range weapon since I don't think coming up to someone with a knife saying that it reveals your true nature would, convince them to say okay.
"Because shut up. Enjoy the crown you stole from me, just take your fucking status table and leave. I want to go back to my alone time."
*Fling* *Catch*
"Goodbye Raver. Thanks for the status table." I said.
"It's River asshole!"
"Whatever you say Jazz." I joked. Of course I knew his name, Can't he just take a joke, unless he is a uptight bastard but I don't care about people who I consider weaker than me, so everyone I will ever meet. Since who can be more amazing than I- we JAY WINSTON BLU, THE MOST HANDSOMEST, SEXIEST AND SMARTEST MAN IN THE UNIVERSE. Good thing no one can read my monologues besides readers so that's fine by me. I exit through the door and shut it behind me. It could take years for that maid to come back so I guess I will just explore the castle by myself.
Man these hallways are quite long, time to do what I do when no one is looking. I start dashing through the hallways while singing 'Ride of the Valkyries', don't judge a rich man being for childish.
"(Insert mouth noise 'Da' with 'Ride of the Valkyries' in the background' https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V92OBNsQgxU)"
I find an entrance near some obviously fake blood and skulls, let's enter. I creep down the stairway for anything that may try to attack me, there could be a guard who thinks I am a trespasser but it's more fun this way. Wait I didn't add that to my priority list, how could I have been so blinded by my awesomness that I forgot about my own feelings.
6. Have fun. CHECK
There we go, that's way nicer. Now that all my priorities has been set, let's advance further down this creepy stairwell that will most likely lead me to a dungeon that will show me the horrors of reality and cruelty. But too bad world, I am way too narcissistic, no it's not a disorder, it's a life style that I chose the moment I was rich, so everyday. Man my previous life was great. Slav- worthle- workers that do my every bidding, friends who try to get too close for comfort, and money. I care more about the money than the other two since the other two can die any die but money can last forever as long as I don't accidentally destroy them. Money may be the root of all evil, but money makes the world go round and it makes me greater than everyone else so who gives a fuck.
*Trip* OH FUCK!
*Crack* * Bam* *Snap* *Painful noises* This is a cliche scenario is it. A man falls down a flight of stairs and hits every step on the way down, really a classic element in comedy animations only this is a story without visuals and only pictures provided by the wonderful author that is a total bitch.
"Hey, that was rude." I, not a bitch, Styx said.
Shut up, don't disrupt my monologue you whore, why don't you go to the man you call Ariel and fuck him. Not like I care what you think, you are just an author trying to make stories and I am one of them. So just continue writing the wonderful life of mine and everything will be fine.
"Fine, but prepared to get punished for your actions."
What are you taliking abo- AM I ON TOP OF THE STIARCASE AGAIN.
"Fall you puny main character, FALL!"
*CRACK!*
*SNAP!*
*FLOP!*
*PAIN!*
*IMPACT!*
*A NOISE FOR CRASH!*
*INSERT PAINFUL NOISE!*
My arachne bones are nearly broken, but due to plot convenience they are ok. Ow, they still fucking hurt though, no amount of painkillers or lidocaine can numb this pain. At the very least I'm at the bottom of the stairs, worst transition ever.
Some useless time passes.
That should be enough time for the pain to lessen so I can move on with the plot. I pick my body off the ground and dust my school uniform. I nearly forgot I was still in my uniform, it completly slipped my mind due to the recent events like forceful mind switching, meeting god, dying, being the Snow White on the bed. This day could get weirder, and I will fully accept that, but I just don't want my beautiful body getting deformed. I wonder how inferior Jay is holding up, hopefully he is still stalling normal Jay, we really need codenames for ourselves so it's easier to differentiate us without color.
In the mind
This is hard to do, why did superior Jay order me to do this.
"LET ME CONTROL MY BODY RIGHT THIS INSTANT!" Normal Jay exclaimed.
"Please calm down Jay, you have eternity to complain so stop, your going to scare me." I nervously say.
"FUCK OFF, YOU ARE WORKING WITH HIM! TELL ME HOW TO GAIN BACK MY CONTROL!"
"I don't know, even if I did I've been ordered not to let you." If only superior Jay didn't give me that order.
Some time before
"So why do I have to stall Jay while your gone?"
"Simple, because I said so."
"But-"
"No complaining, you don't have the choice anways. See ya later." He dissappears in a flash of light.
I really don't want to do this but a skill is preventing me from not doing it.
Skill unlocked
{Yes man}
Inability to deny a request, no matter how stupid or dangerous it is.
"If someone tells you to jump off a bridge would you do it."
"Yes."
Why does my life have to be more miserable than it already is. I was content with just being a minor thought but to think I'm forced to be a main character, if only I wasn't created from those tentacles than this would've been avoided.
*Flash*
Oh, he is here. Must, stall, don't, want, hit, superior Jay. I guess I will have to wake him up with my mental powers that are only active in here.
"Um how did the chant go again? Was it {A-{Awalking}?"
*Boom*
Ah, that really hurt. I'm not used to using mental power yet, superiority Jay will get mad at me if I continue using mental magic. If I remember correctly with every use it causes something bad to happen to the body. Guess I will have to wake him up the old fashion way.
"JAY, WAKE UP!" He remained silent, not moving, is he even breathing? Welp, I better give up and just leave him th-
"*Groan* Where is this place, am I dead again?" Why did he have to awaken now, I'm bad at communication says the authour. We may inhabit the body of a rich man who lived his life at the top with no one standing in our way, but I am the epitome of inferior. With the inability to deny request and being the weakest out of all of us, I bet the status table will have nothing but negativity.
"Hello Jay, I am Jay, the inferior version of you. The place you are currently at is the mind I think. If you have any questions ask me and I will try my best to answer them." Now I have to ramble on as long as possible to satisfy superior Jay
"Wait, who did you say you were?"
"I am inferior Jay, the inferior alter ego of you and, um aaa," Don't know how to ramble on this, my plan has already crumbled into dust. Quickly, make up some bullshit information that may or may not be true. "There is someone else here besides just us, I think he is in the other area let me go get him." Situation averted.
I walk around to a different area, just far enough to where my silhouette matches the darkness. Now I just have to stand here indefinitely and I will be fine, superior Jay won't beat me up now, mission accomplished.
Some boring time passes
It's getting really boring just waiting here, it's testing my patience. I wish I can create my room but only superior Jay can do that since he is better. He and I have different powers inside the brain, which would make since since we are different personalities. My powers here is mental manipulation aka mental powers while superior Jay can create spaces called 'imagination zones' that fits the 'imagination' of the first person to enter in the room. May not seem useful outside the mind but in here it's the closest thing to hospitality we can get. Yes we did discover this in the span of 25 minutes.
Should probably check the vision room to see how- ah fuck I left Jay in the vision room. The vision rooms allows us to see outside the mind through the eyes of the current 'possesor' so it's very useful to check if one of uses fucks up the body.
"YOU SON OF A BITCH, GIVE ME BACK MY BODY!" Fuck, what did superior Jay do. I enter the area and look at the screen and- is superior Jay falling down the stairs? How could a perfect man like him fall down the stairs, it makes no since whatsoever. Though I see why normal Jay would be so angry, it was originally his body so seeing it repeatedly getting hit would make someone like us angry. But I don't care since our body was ugly anyway.
The color of our eyes made us look like a freak show, doesn't help that there's now more eyes of different colors. Not to mention that our body wasn't muscular, nor weak, not fat and not skinny, very average for the age group that didn't exercise on a daily basis or binge eat. Our face is also looks like a man suffering depression and express it very openly, mostly because of the hair style. Those arachne legs are also very freaky and draws more attention away from us since who would want to look at a person like us, we are an abomination.
Guess I better go calm normal Jay down or things could get messy, luckily he doesn't know how to telepathically talk to superior Jay.
We've already seen this scene
Fuck my non-important life, he's is going on a rampage. He's using some boxing techniques that we learned since we don't have a sword of some kind here, that would make no sense. What was the word to make people calm down that can be forcefully applied to people. Hmm, might as well try that word.
"{Suppresion}." I directed. The darkness creeps in and grabs normal Jay, it entangles him and forcfully stops his arms from moving. This is sort of not what I had in mind but this works fine.
"Now that you've are ensnared in the darkness, can we please just calm down. I'm still willing to answer any questions you may have, as long you are able to cooperate." I stated.
"THEN GIVE ME BACK MY FUCKING BODY!"
"Can you please make it something easier, something that I can say verbally without getting punished."
"THEN TELL ME, WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU GUYS, AND WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY MIND!"
"There we go, a question I can answer. You better listen to each question carfeully because I'm not going to repeat my self. (At least if you don't request) *Inhale* here we go.
I as you know am the inferior Jay, a being created as a side effect of being ripped apart by tentacles. Even I don't know how it worked, it probably affected our frontal lobe causing dissociative identity disorder. I was the 2nd personality to be created while superior Jay was the first.
After a series of minor events, you found a crown that superior Jay deemed 'valuable' and wanted you to take it. I of course didn't want you to take it but couldn't speak my thought out of fear of superior Jay.
You see, there is a hierarchy of power in the mind and I'm the lowest. Only able to use mental powers may sound amazing but it's not when you can create a room that can disable them."
"Isn't mental powers just magic?" At least he calmed down.
"No mental powers and magic are two different concepts. Mental powers are spells that only work in the mind that a simple words like {Heat} or {Cold}. Magic however is the same thing but it can be affected to the outside of your body. At least I think that's right. Our only concept of what magic is based off of what that guy River did, and even then we still don't know what makes magic tick or the law behind magic. I tried tocast a fireball when you were walking in the hall with that maid, I blew myself up, it really hurt putting myself out since superiority Jay refused to help anyone weaker than himself. Weaker as in, not as physically capable."
"And-and-uh... no more questions."
"Reall, are you sure. The viewers might want to ask some questions or insult the story like they usually do."
"Do you really think many people read our story?"
"Good point." How could I have been so blind.
I look into the vision screen, and see outside. Where is superior Jay going, it's quite too dark for us to see. A torch gets lit out of nowhere like it was waiting for us to look at the screen, (Insert 'Magic and sparkles.png').
"IT HURTS!" a voice rings out through the dimly lit halls. The sound of agony and torture, a good reminder of how I feel and see things. Superior Jay is most likely going to check it out so we should switch back to his perspective.
The sounds of wailing and pain, oh how it makes me hot inside. It shows who is better than them all, who is the master and who is the slave. It's exciting to see all the blood of the prisoner and the lines of red as tears fall down their broken face, love it. I wouldn't change a thing about torturing someone even if I wanted to. I never understood why people hated having a monarchy, it's a good system to say the least. If people like king Henry vii or queen Elizabeth can pull it off then is should be easy. Better than having Donald Trump as a president am I right?
*Cricket sounds*
2 months to late to make that joke is it, I tried at the very least. Still, I prefer a monarchy over a democracy. Mostly if I am the king then I am fine with it, I will get to wear crowns all day while ruling over everybody and being the SUPREME RULER OF MY TOWN. I prefer the crown part since crowns like mine are cool. How shiny they are and how it shows who are the plebians and the nobles. Let's forget the stereotypical gold material and fine jewels that go into making the crown. If you think about it the democratic government is like a monarchy, with the government it self representing the brain of the king. But let's not bore you with politics, you want to see the person getting totured right, so here we go.
I arrive in front of a medieval jail door, not the barred ones the other, with the peek hole and simple lock system with a wooden structure. I put my ear towards the door before I peek through the hole.
*Plop* *Huff* *Drip*
Oo, is it water toture? Just like how the school bullies did it before I started to beat them upil they need air for breaking the rules. The classic 'dunk the victims head in water' until they need air was the most common thing I saw bullies do. Can't wait to see what's actually going on.
To be continued...
WHAT BULLSHIT IS THAT, CLIFFHANGER MUCH!