I am
I wake up.
The world keeps spinning, things go on, the world hasn't ended yet.
However, it's quite obvious that something is very, very wrong.
On the news there reporting about a phenomena which is not allowing anyone to leave Brockton Bay, those that did seemed to pop right back up after a short while, even if they were sure that they were going another way. I suppose the situation must've been quite similar in a few other places as well, though I can't do much about it for now.
This was just the logical conclusion of me "waking up" I suppose.
I walk around town whistling, just because the end is fast approaching doesn't mean that I have to be some sort of downer. Actually, I'm in a pretty good mood all thing considered… last night I found a way to get a copy of a Weekly Shonen Jump imported from a different Earth. Once this whole thing blew over I did indeed have something to look forward to, unlike the rest of this pointless world.
I sit on a bench in the park and decide to soak up some of the odd night sun rays.
People have been staying inside for the past few days, so it's been rather nice to just sit outside and enjoy the ambiance. It's better than sitting around and moping after all, why do that when you should be enjoying the weirdness of it all. It's not like you all have to suffer or anything, it'll be a loud noise and then, poof! Back to normality.
It'll be like these whole nine or ten days had never happened.
Well, kind of.
Some things will definitely remain, I wasn't going to let all of my hard work go to waste after all. I had did some good after all, something that not many people got to say they did. I actually changed the world for the better after all. Heh, it made me feel a bit good actually, maybe after this all ends I'll go and try the hero thing out for a little bit. Just for a little while though, it'd be odd for someone like me to be just a good guy after all.
I had the type of smile to make babies cry in fear, which definitely wasn't good for publicity.
I look into the sky, it's slowly darkening.
Almost imperceptibly so.
The fact that I can notice at all isn't a very good thing, it means that the day is moving much faster than it should be. This meant that the end was also fast approaching too, heh it must be really anxious to occur than. Oh well, I can't do much about that but just kick back and watch.
I look to my left as the sound of someone sitting alerts me to the new person that had decided to take a seat on my bench.
"You know, you probably could've gotten some sort of good end right?"
The guy's voice is a bit raspy, and he's got a chill vibe about him. His clothes are rather plain, and he has a bit of a scruffy goatee. The slight grin on his face makes me shake my head in amusement, of course something like this would happen as the end approaches.
"Nope. You know just as well as I know that such a thing wasn't in the cards for me, at least not this time. Maybe if I had realized the full truth much sooner, then I could've done something different."
The guy lets out a chuckle and shrugs a bit.
"Yeah, maybe you're right. But, who knows what could've been? Maybe there's a story out there where you can get you're happy ending. Even if there's hundreds of sad ones, thousands of bitter sweet ones, and tens of thousands of ones that are just meh, I'm sure you can earn your happy ending at least once."
"I suppose so, but is it really worth it? I mean, my power kind of brings quite a bit of misfortune my way. You should know this. I'd much prefer this to be a conclusive ending to this part of my story rather than one of those cliff-hangers that irritate readers so much."
"Yeah, that's understandable." The guy stands up and sticks his hand in his pockets as he looks towards the sky. "Though I think it's worth it, I can understand why you might not despite our similarities. You've had more experiences than me, but I think we can both agree that those little moments of triumph are worth something. Whether it's finishing a story, or simply getting a thanks after some hard work, they make you feel a little better about it all."
He looks back at me, his lips curl.
"Well, I still have things to write and work to do, so I'll leave you to it. See ya."
I stare at him as he walks away.
I can't help the chuckle that rises out of my throat.
"So cliché."
My eyes close as I lay back on the bench.
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