"o3o... another day on the streets, huh?" I sighed, searching through my worn, brown bag. Although it was late in the night already, we called it day. It was simply force of habit.
"Yeah, quit your bitching." he laughed, flicking my head.
We were twins, a set of o3os... and that's all there was to it. The alleyway, the street life, all too familar to us.
He hated me. I didn't care. I was still nice to him. Today was the day I took my leave, though. I was too fucking done to deal with him.
I waited out a few hours, and by the time he was asleep, I lit him on fire, and ran away into the darkest of night, running under street lights. I was done. So fucking done.
I dashed, running out into a desolate parking lot, falling over, and dropping all of my belongings, and an article or two of clothing.
"Need some help there, kid?" a figure floated above me. I looked up, and saw the most ridiculous thing before my very eyes. It appeared to be a turtle... he appeared to me. A flying turtle, at that. What the shitting fuck was I witnessing with my unholy eyes?
"S-Sure... I'll take the help," I smiled nervously, standing before him.
Long story short... he was my god.
I listened to him.
I got on his back, and he took off.
We fucking went into the night sky, flying to the moon.
We were gonna do it, take over this cruel world.
But... no.
All of a sudden, we were talking.
"And, you know, o3o?"
"Yes, master?"
"I fucking esplode."
The turtle exploded into a million pieces, sending me flying off into the sky, sharp shell piercing my eye, as I flew down, using what I could to stick my landing, but scarring my eye somehow, absurdly in the process.
Ever since... I couldn't see jackshit out of my right eye.
But I've gone by o3p ever since.
I've been a fucking badass since that day.
That was the best day of my life.
And now... I fuck all the bitches.
Welcome, motherfuckers. I'm o3p.