I am in a car. I will be in this car for threw hours. Help me. Anyway, it gives me an excuse to write this for you. Get ready for some black-as-night kismesis.
Doc Scratch looked at the clock expectantly. He was having a visitor that should be arriving any moment now.
Bang! Yes, that would be him. His door was knocked down by Hussie, who had a broom in his hand. He started smashing random things in the room. "Hello Andrew," Doc Scratch said, taking a sip of tea.
Hussie walked over to him and bashed him on the head a few times. He then flipped the table. Before he walked out, he said, "This place is a mess."
Doc Scratch would have smiled if he had a face. Paradox space seemed to say that they were the textbook example of kismesis. Hussie came over at least once a week, beating Scratch and destroying his home. And Scratch loved it.
Of course, he knew Hussie would be the one to kill him. He didn't mind. It made the relationship that much more caliginious.
Doc Scratch stood and began to clean up the rest of the room. Of course, he had to make the room presentable for his kismesis.
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A week later, and Hussie returned to Doc Scratch's house. This time, he wasn't bearing any weapons. "What's the matter Andrew?"
"We've went over this. Call me the Huss," he replied, sitting down with Scratch. "Also, I have come upon an astounding realization. Why do you never attempt to harm me?"
Doc Scratch offered Hussie tea, which he refused. "I prefer simple annoyances over brute force. You see, it is where you and I differ."
"Don't give me any of that shit," Hussie said. "I troll my fans every day. Don't blame me for trying to make this kismesis last."
"Andrew, I call you by your first name and bought a wolf head," Doc Scratch dead-panned.
"And?"
"Well, it certainly seems to annoy you, which is the purpose of a kismesis. I hate you Andrew. I despise you."
Hussie was silent for a few moments. Then he flipped the table, spilling tea on Scratch. He kicked a clock over and said, "I hate you too. Stuck up asshole son of a bitch."
"We are indeed the textbook example of kismesis," Doc Scratch said.
"Sir, I heard some loud noises and- What the actual fuck happened?" The young Handmaid, so young that she was still known by her real name of Temusume, came into the parlor.
"Andrew came by for a visit," Scratch said. Temusume faked a gag and left. "Fine then, I guess I don't need any help cleaning this mess up."
Of course I had to bring the Handmaid into it. It was like a necessity for this. I hope you enjoyed, leave a request in the reviews, and hopefully I will see you guys later today.
Alright, I'm out.