Somewhere in a bar, somewhere in a city, somewhere in a country, somewhere in a world, somewhere in a galaxy, somewhere in a universe, somewhere in a reality, somewhere in the omniverse, something happened.

To be more specific on the where, a night club by the name of GR8, Slaughterville, South Carolina, United States of America, Earth, Milky Way Galaxy, The Cosmos, what some call The Horror Movie Reality.

To be more specific on the what, a simple bar fight that was only important for what it preceded.

The bar fight started when a tall black man came out of the crowd filling the dance floor, walked over to a long blond-haired bodybuilder drinking at the bar, bounced his head off of said bar, and promptly weaved himself back into the crowd.

“You’re f*ckin’ dead!” the bodybuilder screamed before storming into the crowd.

He pushed everyone in his path out of it until he saw his assailant’s back. He promptly grabbed the man by the shoulder and roughly turned him around.

“Hey, what’s your problem?!” the man said before being sucker punched in the face.

The man did not like that, not one bit. So, he threw a punch of his own. However, the man was simply not a fighter and missed. Missed so much that he hit someone else. Her boyfriend did not like that one bit either and thus threw a punch of his own throwing the man in to another. Chaos ensued as it so often does. Punches were thrown, fights were fought, and injuries were had.

A figure that was the spitting image of that original black man walked out of the bar leaving the pandemonium behind.

“Bye bye.” With that and a smirk the figure was gone.

***

A man walked up to his fellow church patron after service, “Ezekiel I bring troubling news.”

With a visibly disturbed face, “What is it, John?”

“I found my son watching the pornography. While that in itself is troubling, what is even more troubling was that one of the hedonists was your daughter Diane.”

Ezekiel looked like he was visibly struck, “this simply cannot be.”

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“Oh, but it is. Oh, but it is.”

“You’re a liar” With seething rage in his voice spat out before storming off.

“Bye bye.” His friend called out from behind.

Later that night while eating dinner with his daughter the single father could contain his rage no longer.

Turning to his daughter, “So I found out about your whoring.”

With a face full of genuine shock, “What are you talking about dad?”

“What I am talking about is you being a sl*t in those horrid videos of yours.” Her father growled.

“What are you talking about?!” the young woman sobbed.

Jumping to his feet, “DON’T YOU LIE TO ME YOU JEZELBELL!!”

“How can you talk to me like this!?” Diane got out between the sobs.

Suddenly her head was whipped to the side. Both her and her father stared at his outstretched hand in shock.

“All I ever tried to be was the perfect daughter. I went to church every week to be there with you. Never went to college as you needed me. Never had a boyfriend as that would have been as you put it “improper”.” she mimed air quotes. “you know what. No more. I have no father and you no daughter. Lose my number.” She said before storming off and gathering her things.

She ignored the pleas of a broken man behind her to stay.

A couple blocks later she flagged a man traveling in the opposite direction, “do you know where the train station is?”

“Keep following this road for another seven blocks, then hook a left. Go another four blocks and you’re there.”

“Thank you.” She told the man before continuing on her way.

“Bye bye.” The man called out after her.

***

Brian was leaving the office when he got a text message from his lovely wife.

His face lit up when he saw the picture attached to it as it was quite the saucy pic. It then grew stormy as the message read “what you see Colin? ;)”.

He got home in record time; all it took was taking red lights as suggestions and almost crashing into another car several times.

When Brian arrived home, he reached over into his glove compartment and grabbed his pistol. Which was a bad call in my opinion if one wanted this situation to end anywhere close to well. However, the fact that he brought a gun into it tells you that he did not want it to.

The door slam told Britney that her husband wanted to have a spirited discussion. The stomping down the stairs told Brian that he was going to get it. Upon seeing his gun, the woman knew that no debate would be occurring.

With a paling face and raised hands, “What the f*ck are you doing?”

“I saw your text.” Brian said with complete calmness as he had already decided what he was going to do.

With a tone full of confusion and agitation, “WHAT TEXT!?”

With a little agitation creeping in, “Your text to colin.”

“WHO’S COLIN?!”

“DON’T YOU F*CKING LIE TO ME YOU WH*RE!!!”

“I’M NOT!”

“SHOW ME YOUR F*CKING PHONE!!”

Her face paled as reached for her pocket and found it empty. It grew ever paler when she looked around and could not find it.

In between sobs, “I lost it.”

“I’m sorry.” The man told his wife with a resigned tone.

*BANG*

Ten minutes later Brian was being carted away in handcuffs. a man sitting on a bench across the street took in the scene, then stood up and walked away.

“Bye bye.” And with that he was gone.