Justin wandered around, now two bottles deep into his favorite alcoholic beverage. With everything going on with him, it felt good to get a bit buzzed and not feel as bad about himself.

"Yep... I'm fucked up." he said, not sounding the least bit ashamed.

Even though he was never even remotely a heavy drinker, the feeling he had right now made him start to reconsider it.

I feel so fucking fine right now. None of my old medications helped me like this.

Now buzzed on some whiskey, the 23 year continued his walk around the town, which was now more like a drunken adventure.

"Ha! This shit's great. Tiffany would be proud of me. You're better now, JD. I love you. HAHAHA!" he drunkenly stated, seeming to mock the one he loved.

The alcohol definitely began to cloud his judgment, making him turn his blonde girlfriend into a source of mockery. He felt bad doing it, but he also didn't feel like it was a big deal, as long as she didn't hear him.

Hey, Audrey used to do this all the fucking time. Now I know why she did it.

Hours passed and the effects of the alcohol died down a bit. He was slightly buzzed, but more aware of his surroundings.

"Damn, I must've wandered into a graveyard or some shit." he said, seeing many gravestones in his sight. He then looked around, reading the names of various people who have long been deceased.

"Lost but not forgotten. RIP Jonathan Grapes.' Damn, poor guy." he said, reading the obituary for a man who had passed away at a young age.

"He was only 25. Shit, I wonder what happened to him?"

Suddenly, Justin heard a sound behind him. The moment he heard it, he realized that he was not alone.

"W-Who's there?" he said, now feeling threatened. His first instinct was an escaped convict was lurking the graveyard, ready to add to the body count.

The sounds continued, making him nervous. God, I wish I had some more alcohol on me right now.

"Show yourself." he shouted, getting fed up with the unnecessary taunting.

Then, HE showed up. A short man with black hair and wearing a weird king outfit stepped out from behind a large gravestone. He had brown overalls, a crown on his head, and a plastic scepter. Although his outfit looked very wacky, like he was at some medieval convention, JD recognized his face.

"Percy Farrington?" he said, remembering this old foe from elementary school.

"Justin D. It's been a long time, hasn't it?" he said with his nasally voice.

He remembered this guy: Percy Farrington, 4th grade. They used to be buddies at one point until something happened, which resulted in Percy getting expelled. He had forgotten about him until this very moment. The memories were still vague, but he knew some serious stuff went down.

"So, how have you been? I haven't spoken to you since high school, right?"

"ELEMENTARY SCHOOL, YOU MORON!" the short man yelled.

God, what an annoying little prick.

"Whatever. So, what do you want, Percy?"

"What do I want? I want you to bow down to your new king." he said, pointing at his crown.

"King? Ha, dude. You look like one of those cosplaying geeks at the medieval convention. Hey, Dungeons N' Dickheads isn't for another month or so."

Percy was now enraged at his sudden insult.

"Justin D, do you know why I'm here?"

"Hmm... I dunno, to dig a grave for yourself?" he said, being as cruel as possible.

"No. I'm here for THEM!" he said, pointing his staff at two large gravestones that read 'Pauline Farrington' and 'Jasper Farrington', who were his parents.

"Oh..." JD said, realizing he was here to visit his dead parents.

"Yeah, OH! Because of you, my parents are DEAD!"

"Because of me? Dude, what the fuck do I have to do with your parents dying? I didn't kill them."

He was outraged at the fact that this short man from his younger years was blaming him for his parents demise. He never knew them, nor interacted with them.

"After I was expelled from Kathsdale Elementary, my life turned to shit. It's your fault I was expelled, therefore everything's your fault."

What a petty little prick! Blaming me for his personal issues? I oughta put this fucker out of his misery. Damn, and to think at one point we were friends.

"Don't blame anyone but yourself, Farrington."

"EMPEROR! My name is Emperor Percy Dread. Percy Farrington is no longer with us."

He chuckled, thinking that was a ridiculous and rather corny nickname for his evil villain arc, which was really just a cry for attention because he messed up his own life.

"Dude, I can't take your ass seriously with that ridiculous party-store costume. You couldn't even intimidate a child, and knowing you, you probably tried!"

Percy felt embarrassed. He worked so hard on his outfit, yet JD had the audacity to make fun of it. He didn't seem the least bit intimidated.

"Justin D, you'll RUE the day you messed with Emperor Percy Dread." he shouted, sounding vengeful.

"Yeah, yeah. I oughta rue your asshole dry. Beat it, Farrington."

He then kicked the short man in his rear end, making him flee. Although it seemed like fun to mess with the guy, something told him that he might've started a war of some sort.

Crap, maybe you shouldn't have done that? There's already enough BS going on, as is.

The 23 year old made his way out of the graveyard and began to head back home. Though, he felt like he was forgetting something...