Krazy Kai
Chapter Seven: Insanity, Part One: My own Hell? But I wanted a Pony…
School. Need I say more?
This chapter marks the beginning of a new story arc! I hope you enjoy this arc, since you'll be stuck with it for a few more chapters! D Warning: this arc may contain some actual drama! –gasp- Oh yeah, remember this: longer chapters give me more room to have people swear. Ya may want to remember that.
Jack sat down in the bar, drinking at a slower pace than usual. Since Harris agreed not to mention a certain incident, the farmer could stop worrying about the villagers shunning him. Or running from him, screaming. Or tossing holy water at him to make him burn to the ground.
Since he didn't need to drown out the shame of being the village idiot, Jack had the chance to talk to other people. Or so he thought.
"Hey Gray!" he called out, waving to the other farmer. "What's up?"
Gray scowled at him. Although that wasn't very out of character, Jack had a feeling that he was mad about something in particular.
"W…what's wrong?"
"You're one perverted freak!" spat Gray. "Stay away from Popuri, you bum!"
Jack gulped, and immediately shot a glare at Harris. The mailman was acting as if nothing was new, and sipped his drink calmly.
"What the hell's wrong with you!" Jack asked Harris. "You promised-"
"I took that corpse out of the mailbox," he said smugly. "Now you don't have anything to hold against me."
The farmer was shocked, about two things, actually. One reason was that Harris betrayed him. The other was that there Harris actually dumped a corpse in the mailbox. Jack was just using that as a hypothetical situation.
While Gray tried to punch the crap out of his new nemesis (well, they were enemies before, too) who was shrieking, Karen watched. She could barely stand seeing Jack bruised and beaten. Before she didn't care, but he wasn't really such a bad guy. Then again, Gray did have a right to be insanely furious.
"No one uses the damned postal system!" Jack taunted the mailman before getting punched in the jaw again. "Ack, don't you care that I was injured a few days ago?"
"I bet you made a deal with Elli! Your injuries were just an excuse to-"
"GRAY!"
Popuri pushed open the door, after hearing Jack cry like a girl from her home. "What are you doing to Jack?"
"Uh-oh," the rancher muttered, dropping a half-conscious Jack on his head. "Er… he was choking… You see, his…"
While Gray tried frantically to explain why Jack was beaten to a bloody pulp, Karen examined his face.
"It looks like your wounds from the swimming contest re-opened," she said. "So I guess it wasn't just an excuse for you and Popuri to-"
"Please be quiet," Jack moaned.
Suddenly, the images of Gray, Popuri, and Karen began to fade from Jack's vision. After them, his entire surroundings began to go black…
"Is he breathing?" Jack heard the voice of the head carpenter say.
"Yeah," replied the mayor, who Jack could barely see, "he's been in a coma for a week. This could've erased memories from longer ago."
"Like, how long?"
"I have no clue. He could wake up thinking it was the day after the coma. He could think it's years ago."
Wh-what! Could that fight at the bar have happened years ago, and I forgot everything in between?
"Wait- I think he's waking up!"
"Really? This is great, mayor!"
Jack jerked out of bed, breathing heavily. Did he really just lose years of memory? He appeared to be in his bed in his farm house.
"Good, you're alive!" said Mayor Thomas. "I was beginning to think that we'd have to grow our own vegetables if you died!"
"Bastard," the farmer muttered. "I mean, bas…soons are wonderful instruments. And it's a wonderful life!"
"Could you hear us talk about your possible memory loss?" inquired the carpenter. Jack nodded. "Do you remember your wife's name? Or your son's?"
"W-w-w-wife!" exclaimed Jack. "S-s…"
The shocked farmer ran out into the fields, ignoring the fact that he was staggering and injuring himself with every step.
Next to a cow, Jack could see a small shadow. It was a male toddler, dressed in bizarre mouse pajamas. Jack ignored his family's poor taste in clothes and picked up the boy.
"Son…?" he asked, happily. He was so glad to finally have a family, ever since his dad went crazy and his grandpa died. "I love you…" He smiled.
The little boy giggled. "I wuv you too, old Daddy!" he said, happily.
Jack's eyes burst out of his head. "O-o-old!" He ignored his son's joke (or so he thought) and asked him a question. "Son, where's Mommy?"
"Wit new Daddy," the toddler answered, as if he didn't know what he was talking about. "Da purple man."
"GODDAMMIT! THE BASTARD!" Jack shouted into the air. "…Um, don't say that, kid."
The farmer dashed off into the village, everyone staring at him. After all, none of them were used to a farmer with a coma running off into the streets. Then again, he was always somewhat off his rocker.
"So, he's alive," said the craftsman, sipping his tea dully.
"Yep," responded Ellen, the old woman in her rocking chair. "He's just like his granddad."
The farmer paid no attention to the emotionless conversations of the elderly. All he really cared about was the "Purple Man". Kai. "New Daddy". Bastard. Other recently mentioned alias.
Jack kicked open the door to Rick's tool shop, only to see him hitting a large metal box with a hammer.
"Oops. Hey, what is that?"
"A moron-proof door."
With his self-esteem reduced to dust in the wind, the young man ran away from the tool shop. He jumped over all the stairs to town square, only to find that it was barren.
"Wait a second… the beach!"
Hey, this is about as interesting as Jack running around to find his wife can get. Deal with it. By the time he reached the beach, Karen and Kai were swimming together in the water.
"Kai, you little bastard!" Jack shouted, jumping into the sea. He didn't have the time to put on his swimsuit.
"What's wrong?" the man said calmly.
"My son told me you were seeing my wife!" The farmer turned to Karen. "And you… Did I ever leave you when you were hurt, or sick, or comatose?"
"Jack, you never noticed when I broke my leg."
"Well I don't remember! Oh yeah, I WAS IN A FUCKING COMA! I don't remember anything!"
"Stop acting like I'm your wife. I'm married to Kai."
"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS!" Jack shouted in a fit of pure fury. This was too terrible to be real. It couldn't be. There had to be an explanation. "This sounds to much like a goddamn soap opera…au…augh…"
The farmer gulped and immediately jerked his arm near his eyes. His body was falling apart, bits to skin shredded and blowing into the wind. By the time the painful feeling reached his face, he couldn't see.
After a surprisingly quick wait, Jack regained consciousness (which, as logical people know, doesn't often happen when someone's entire body is shredded apart). He was standing, his feet frozen to the ground, in front of Kai.
"Bravo," Jack's nemesis greeted. "I see you guessed what this torture was. I was thinking of trapping you in a sitcom and have that bloody annoying canned laughter accompany your every action and drive you insane. But I changed it, and I'm glad I did! I mean, the clichés…"
Jack found his previous emotional scar a lot less painful than listening to Kai's rant about soap operas. But he must have left his backpack with his sanity. Or it got shredded along with his body. Either way, he couldn't saw his feet off with a sickle and crawl away.
"I see I'm boring you," Kai muttered. "No one in listened to me where I lived before, either."
"The dimension of purple-hat-possessing-demons?"
"Perhaps." He smirked. "Anyway, if you had fallen for the illusion, you would have committed suicide within the next four minutes."
"HOW WOULD YOU KNOW THAT!" shouted Jack. "No one can foresee the future, because that would mean free will is non-existent, and that our actions would have been pre-determined! Unless you could see possible outcomes of the future that may or may not be true, which in that case--"
"Actually, I just kind of guessed. But is your little future rant more important than this?"
Kai waved his hands, causing holographic projects of Karen, Popuri, and Gray (all unconscious) to appear.
"Don't you mean them, not this?" Jack's legs began to disintegrate. "OW! OW! Okay, I won't correct you! But what do you mean?"
"They're also trapped in different themed nightmares. Go ahead, go to them. But if I drive one of them insane, you all perish. I'm not going to give you a choice of going home or not. I really want to see you dead."
"For some strange reason, I guessed that. But one question-how can you mess with our souls like this? I mean, you've sent us into an incredibly complex illusion world."
The bandana-possessed, girl-stealing, magical man just smiled. "I'll tell you that if you save your friends. Or if you fail, I'll just laugh at you as your soul is sucked away into a devious netherworld I made for you."
"Jerk."
Suddenly, Jack felt an extremely sharp, stabbing pain. His body was split in two and began disappearing.
"You could have picked another way to transport me…"
Jack would have smacked himself in the head, because he was complaining to someone who could easily kill him or drive him insane in an instant. However, his arms were gone.
"Son…?"
It was all just a horrible deception. My family… just vanished into the abyss of my mind. It was all some sick plot from the bandana. A damned piece of purple evil.
But one question remains… Is this weird illusion crazier than it actually sounds? Imagine if I went up to one of my old friends from the city and told them that a friggin' hat was toying with my mind and soul, manipulating my fear.
Mental hospitals scare me…
Yes, mental hospitals must be scary, especially when you're playing cards with a guy who thinks he's a horse. Thanks to all my reviewers:
Harvest moon Player-- Well, I guess I'll have to write another chapter to complete this new story arc.
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