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"Why..?" Akira grumbled to himself, glancing around at the empty space around him. Just like the meadow, the space seemed to go on forever, Akira was just hopeful that this place didn't have any giant snakes. The blonde comedian looked to his left and his body twisted along with his head.

"Woah woah, aaaah." Akira with a shaky voice, tried to steady himself in the vast nothingness, but he quickly found out there were no foot holds, so his body just continued to turn at a slow pace.

"Well. I don't know what's happening." The blonde crossed his arms in thaught. "The last thing I remember is the snake… Please don't let this be some anime bullshit where I'm knocked out or something."

There wasn't much to do in the vast void, other than wait for something to happen, and Akira was getting restless.

"Oh come on, I've already whistled 99 bottles of beer on the wall. I'm bored~!" Akira whined, not really aimed at anything.

The universe decided to answer the whining with a sudden flash of light. Akira clenched his eyes shut from the random light, and suddenly felt like sticks were stabbing him in his left shoulder.

"Owww~" Akira moaned whilst turning off his shoulder, clutching it in pain.

"Oh good, you're awake."

"...Wha?"

Akira opened his eyes to see a pair of what looked like leather boots standing in front of him. Slowly following the legs that were in the boots up, the person standing over Akira was a bit… different in the blonde's opinion. He's seen cosplayers at a few cafes and at conventions, but getting an outfit to look as worn out as the person's did only worked through wearing it a lot.

The man had on worn out brown tunic over a tunic of chainmail with a leather belt around his waist that held a scabbard and a leather and gold handle.. The man's face was hidden by a green mask that covered his eyes and nose, the man's mouth and fiery red beard still on full display.

"..."

"..."

"...Sooo, awkward silence?"

"Ok, I don't really know how to continue with this. Never was really good with kids." The man mumbled to himself, and shook his head. "May as well just get this over with." The sound of metal scraping against metal came from the unsheathing of the sword at the masked man's side.

The sword glimmered slightly, and Akira realized that the sword was the exact same sword that he had used against the snakes in the dream(?) before. Eh, Akira decided he would figure that out later.

"What are you doing?" Akira inquired at the man, all the while staring at the blade that was being held over his body, kinda like a shaman stick being waved over a random mix of berries and bones to invoke witchcraft.

"Don't worry about it." The man said, the sword in his hand suddenly glowing brightly forcing the blond comedian to close his eyes. A surprising feeling of pain, one similar to an incompetent doctor doing a really bad needle injection, so pain but not arm get cut off pain. The feeling of surprise pain made Akira open his eyes to see the masked man holding the sword in his hands so the blade was pointed down at the ground, and was slowly moving the handle of the sword down, further into whatever he was stabbing into…

Wait a minute.

"WHAT THE HELL!?" Akira yelled at the masked man, seeing the blade of the sword being pierced into his stomach, right on his belly button if his sense of pain was right.

"Just stay still." The man grunted at the blond comedian, pushing harder on the hilt of the sword, forcing it further into Akira's stomach at a faster rate.

"WHY are you STABBING ME, and WHY aren't I BLEEDING!?" Akira yelled up at the mysterious person above, trying to move his hands to pull out the blade, which wasn't creating any blood -Akira was thankful- even though it was headed into his stomach. The pain flared up again, however, stopping Akira's advance at the sword and forcing his to go limp in pain.

"If you move, It'll hurt more." The masked man said with a tone of a parent scolding his child. The sword was almost down to it's hilt now, but Akira felt that the blade didn't go through his back as no pain was coming from that area.

"Pain, pain, pain, pain-" Akira chanted, his eyes closing again as the pain escalated as the golden hilt of the sword started to force its way into his stomach.

"Ah, quit whining yah baby." The man grunted again, forcing the rest of the sword down into Akira, the golden counter guard disappearing through the comedian's shirt.

"Ow. Ow. Ow." Akira groaned and he turned on his side and clutch his chest. The man standing above made a 'rolling his eyes' gesture.

"Well, my job's done." The masked man said, turning and walking away. "Do good things now kid, yah hear?"

"FUCK YOU!" Akira shouted at the retreating man from his downed position and then winced again. "Owww…" Then everything faded to black once again.

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".kira…..A..ra…..Aki…...Wa…..e…..k….Akira!"

"AH!" Akira sat up with a jolt, foreheads slamming into each other, and groaning in pain. Then more pain.

"...mmmmmmmmmmmm….." The blond groaned into the floor at the pins and need-... swords and knives that were inducing sharp stinging pain in multiple places. His left shoulder being one of those pain hotspots along with right on top of his belly button, where the …. Sword… went…

Akira jolted up from laying down and started patting his stomach rapidly, wide blue eyes staring at the blue cloth of his shirt.

"Akira, what are you doing?" Daichi, who was standing off to the right asked.

"Sword. Stomach. What?" The blond questioned, more to himself than anything, and pulled his shirt up to his armpits. Akira gave a sigh of relief as there was no stomach wound or anything that signified that anything had happened.

"Oh great, he went mad." Cassandra's snarky voice came from the left. "And why are you on the ground Gus? That shouldn't have hurt you." Cassandra was looking directly behind Akira at Gus, who was in a fetal position clutching his head.

"...I like the floor." The fachen said, removing his hand, realizing his acting was not very convincing.

"You said something about a sword, Akira?" Cal, who was standing next to Daichi, asked of the blond comedian. The elf was holding a roll of bandages in their right hand and a notepad and pen in their left.

"..." Akira didn't show any signs of noticing what was around him, and just continued to stare at his belly button in bewilderment.

In his stomach, Akira felt like something was there. Kind of like when you have a rock in your shoe, you can feel it but can't see it? Kida like that. Something was there but he didn't know wh-.

"Oh God damn it." Akira mumble out, placing his hand over his belly button and gaining a look of annoyance.

"Ow, FUCK!" Gus yelled from his position on the floor. Cassandra placed her hand on the blond's head and forcefully turned it towards her.

"Say it again and so help me…" Cassandra was giving Akira a glare mixed with a look of pain while holding the side of her head with her other hand. Akira blinked.

"What?"

"Saying the name of the god of the bible hurts devils. Please try to refrain from saying it." Cal told Akira. Cal's face had a look of pain, nose scrunched up and eyes closed, pointed ears slightly twitching.

"...I would say it again, just for kicks, but you legitimately look like you're in pain." Akira commented, staring at Cal's scrunched nose. Everyone's attention was brought back by Daichi, who coughed into his hand.

"Akira, sword?"

"..." Akira stared blankly at the devil and opened his mouth, then closed it with a snap. "I have no clue." Akira decided on after a few seconds. The blond comedian scratched at the back of his head and scrunched up his face in thaught.

"First there were snakes, than a sword, than a weird guy with the sword, aaaaand sword got stabbed in stomach." Akira recapped his adventure, patting his stomach at the end. The blond looked up at Daichi, who had a surprised look.

"...A weird guy..?" Cal said, seemingly just as confused as Daichi was.

"Yea..?" Akira confirmed, worried by the looks of the people around him. "Is something wrong?"

Daichi looked directly at the blond comedian, green staring into blue.

"There wasn't supposed to be anyone there with you."

One Week Later

Good? Bad? Acceptable? Insight is welcome.