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Trash. That's all you are in the end. That's all anything is in the end.
And honestly, you've just gotta learn to deal with it.
Die with it.
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It smells so so so so so so SO BAD.
like I think a dead rat crawled up my nose, took a shit and is actively decaying up there with it.
I open my eyes to a purply greyish sky tinted with the tinniesttt bit of green. it kinda reminds me of a bruise.I force myself to stand , shivering as my hands touch who knows what. everything here is trash. actually not just here, everywhere. Everywhere I look I see and smell trash. it goes to the horizon, fuck it is the horizon. there are whole ass mountains of it.
I think some of the mountains move.
nah I'm probably just high.
i squint at the horizon again , and there's no movement anymore, yeah, I'm definitely just high.
wait I'm high?
do I smoke?
who am i
what
uh
UUUuuhm.
I shake my head and start to walk, just to immediately trip over trash. Falling face first into muddy trash juice dirt. holy shit maybe I should just die eww. I breath deeply through my nose to calm myself, immediately gagging and regretting my decision. How did I even forget I was surrounded by trash. I' way too calm right now. Where even am i? Standing back up I gag and cough. fuuhhhhhhh my stomach hurts. and my chest, and my nose, and my eyes.
I gag again , and this time bile and ungodly amounts of thick dark blobs of blood spill into my hands I had over my mouth.
Am I dying?I gag again , but its just dry heaving now. my vision is kinda funky. there has GOT to be dead things hidden in here for it to smell this bad. I swear I see a skull in a pile of trash just nearby . I cough up more thick dark blood.
i think I'm dying, yeah.
one of the mountains in the distance moves slightly as I retch loudly. Oh, ok yeah sure I'm fucking cocoo crazy and I'm going to die in some stupid trashy landfill.
the mountain shifts again.A thunderous sound echoing with it
A cloud of dust and whatnot flies up with it.
Wait a second.
Wait
No chance
Its getting closer
Oh my god its getting closer.
That's not a mountain that's a fucking kaiju or something-i think. I'm pretty sure??I feel like I should run but honestly where would I go. All I see is trash and the sun is setting. Could I even survive out here if I wanted to..do i want to?I mean there's a whole ass monster right there, am I even on earth.
holldup
earth?
holy shit am I still on earth? yeah probably, that's a stupid question what am I even thinking I need to lock the hell in guys.
i cough up more blood and splurge more bile.
I have an idea,I think. I feel at my pockets for my lighter.
my lighter? I have a lighter? what? ah who fucking cares. I grab my lighter, my lighter, whoever the hell I am. never mind that -the monster is getting closer
i have a really bad idea.
flicking the wheel or striker or whatever it's called a few times , the small square lighter finally emits quiet the flame, tall and -green?. so like any sane person with a giant monster running towards them and no hope for escape ,I set the world around me on fire.
Oh yeah I'm so fucked but something in me feels giddy about it..
this felt familiar and set a warm tingly feeling ablaze in my stomach-or maybe I just needed to retch my guts out again.
wait holy shit was I an arsonist?
Am I an arsonist?
Now that i look down i do see that i am covered in many scars. some cuts-the majority i would assume where burns.
holy shit maybe i was an arsonist.
nah probs not.
…
Am I really going to let myself die while not knowing who I am?
the trash catches fire quick.
it grows taller and hotter as I stand thinking wayyyy to casually, hand on hip finger to chin.
Meh. Who cares.
and so ,I close my eyes and decide.
Fire of monster?
Fire.
i take a step back. the heat of the flames licking my back.
“Yo! Hey! What’re you just standing there for?! You tryna get yourself killed or what?” a singsong voice calls out, far to cheerful for the current sight playing out.
…What..in the world.
i pop one eye open , to see an honestly really fucking pretty dude. hes tall, slender from what I can tell from his hands and has a hella pretty face framed by his locs ,though he looks a lil hysteric. actually hysteric part is kinda off putting.
"oh, hey. uhm , yeah? i kinda am trya"
i pause
"i think so at least?"
and then my jaw drops open because all the sudden hes not there anymore but hes MIDDAIR WITH GIANT CLAWS CUTTING THE MONSTER IN FUCKING HALF HOTDOG STYLE.
And then he's back in front of me again, pointing a sharp and shiny bladed finger at me.
"Who are you..?"
"The names Jabber , Jabber Wonger, but you can call me whatever you'd like baby" he giggled wiping trash juice from the monster off his face with the back of his hand
"what."
i stare blankly at this clown.
"sooo , you wanna fight?" he chirped
"no-"
and in one blink hes gone again.
Until I feel someones warm breath on my neck, and he has the audacity to wrap his arms around my waist and put his chin on my shoulder.
"Awh man, well I guess boss did want you in one piece, for the most part." he grumbled, before grinning like a mad man.
I feel something sharp in my stomach. Did this motherfucker just stab me.
"nerou nerou toxxinnn heheh~"
"Are you really singwing write nhow.." Ok sure yep I'm slurring my words . Great.
And my head feels kind heavy. My body goes limp and I fall back into this Jabber dude, my head tilted back and looking up at him now. He stands , holding me close while giggling like a creep. I'm scowling at him.
He's smiling back.
and just like that. I'm out cold.
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I opened my eyes to a cold grey room, and A MAN SITTING ON MY FUCKING CHEST HOLY SHIT I CANT BREATHE HELP.
I struggle out a cough cough and feel a warm trickle of what I can only assume is blood come from the corner of my mouth. I've really messed my lungs up havent I. Burning all that trash didn't do me any good. Then again , THERE'S SOMEONE SITTING ON ME.
And this psycho just …giggles
"Jet awf" I barely manage to wheeze , my watering eyes struggle to stay open but I refuse to not be glaring daggers up at the creep. And he has the AUDACITY to lean down, resting his chin on his hands , his elbows on either side of my head , caging me in.
Uhm …sir…
"Yhour phucking chreepy"I sputter out , coughing up some bile which sits uncomfortably in my throat and mouth , stinging and tingling uncomfortably at my flesh in there-whatever its called.
"Good morning! Did you sleep well?" He drawled, spooky ass pink eyes staring into mine. Completely ignoring the whole me calling him creepy comment.
I stare blankly at him.
And with what little strength I have, turn my head away from him. Shutting my eyes to ignore him.
"FINNEEEEE I'll get off" he tsk'd
As he crawls off me I sit up , slowly peeping one eye open. Honestly what's even going on I feel kinda crazy . Maybe I'm just hallucinating
As I sat up I could practically feel my face drain of color and I let a long and low groan of pain.
"fahhhhhhhh"
"feels nice dont it?I looveee a good gut wound." he groaned in what sounds like-pleasure? hello? excuse me what? ewwww-
"gets me soooo silly!" he continues , and his face twists into the creepiest fucking smile ever. what the hell is wrong with this dude, actually,i dont even wanna know.
"someone had a rough childhood huh? wanna unpack that?" I snort and then flinch. clutching at my unbandaged OPEN FUCKING GUT WOUND.I lift my shirt to check it out and holy mother of fucks its purple around the edges , oozing green yellow and orange juices and puss that smells like shit and oh my god the wound is SO deep. its not even that big diameter wise really. But holy shit am I fucked- .
He watches me inspect the wound , licking his lips. I really wish i could tear that tongue out. hes gross.
ok i need to calm down
MF NO I DONT NEED TO CALM DOWN HE STABBED ME
I grumble in pain before fixing my gaze back on him. "Ohhh, that's a good one. Mankira's toxins really do their best work on stubborn little rats like you!" He squealed eyeing my wound before dragging his hands down his face
"im naught a rwat-" my vision spun now. partially from the gore but something else definitely played a role in it. my fingers felt like magma and my eyes like cotton balls. I look to the dude again and sigh when I find that in my dizzying state he had walked up with no issue to drag a claw across my cheek. a drop of warm blood rolling down my face now.
"night night!" he cooed , one hand cupping my face as I faded out of consciousness.
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The girl faded from consciousness , and he carefully wrapped his arms around her to slowly lower her down. unsure of what to do now really. he supposed she needed some medical help-which was a bummer .
jabber sighed , smiling down at her before lifting her and draping her over his shoulder, patting her back. "pshhh always so dramatic" he grumbled. but he felt a pang of worry. though throughout their interaction he had seemed joyful, something felt off. He could tell somthing was wrong
did she remember him?
did she remember..anything?
when he found her , he had thought it would be a proper reunion - not a whole ass re-introduction
he ignored those stupid intrusive thoughts, humming to himself as he carried her over his shoulder and out a door.