Why…
Why are we still here…
Just to suffer…?
Every second… I can feel everything numbing…
My arms…
My legs…
Even my sexy body…
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Oh no…
No no no no no…
Do you guys hear that…? That slow ringing…?
If… if that's what I think it is, then….
Please no…
If you do it, I promise I'll dive in the ocean! I'll derail your whole story and swim away from whatever trashy ship I'm supposed to end up at!
Just please, spare me from your pointless, boring-!
As usual, the Writer didn't answer. You'd think after ten very short years of knowing the imagination of a little brat—one who probably hasn't even finished school yet—conjured your world and everything in it that the least you could get was a simple hello, but noooooo . The guy likes playing hard to get! Trying to pretend he doesn't exist and that the world is somewhat tangible has driven me absolutely bat-shit insane, so here I am!
As per the incessant fucking ringing in my head, I'm about to deliver you pointless exposition the Writer thinks is important about a little dumbass who got himself in a real deep crapfest. I'm talking "Uber Eats driver turns into robbery getaway driver" kind of shit.
I don't like it. As a matter of fact, I hate it. But… at least I'll be out of this barrel by the end of it.
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What was that?
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Professional? You don't think I can be professional ?! Well, I'll show you, you… you… YOU…!
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Ugh, fuck it. Just switch the scene. And while the Writer's at it, I want you readers to imagine my voice sounding like those overly cheerful but not-so-secretly dead inside retail workers. You know what I mean, don't act like you don't.
Anyways, on to your regularly scheduled psychological torture.
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This is the story of a boy named Koby.
Koby was born to an enthusiastic mother and a stubborn father on the remote Dusk island in the East Blue. Upon being born, Koby suffered from a defect where he couldn't receive as much oxygen as an average newborn and, as a result, came out silent. So silent, in fact, that both his parents and their local acquaintances began to cry endlessly due to the downright horrific thought of their oh-so-pure child kicking the proverbial bucket. Fortunately, town doctors had managed to resuscitate the boy, bringing bright smiles to the faces of many Koby-hopefuls.
Henceforth, from this incident, he was dubbed "The Miracle Child" because, despite having every odd stacked against him from the start, the ones around him ensured he could breathe enough to see another day. Remember I said that because it's a recurring theme with this kid .
Saying that Koby was fearful growing up would be a major understatement. Dusk Island held all sorts of extravagant life that made it unlike any other island in the East Blue. In fact, these 'animals' were so extravagant that it took nearly the entire Marine force in this part of the sea to shield the citizens of Dusk from their extravagance.
Of course, in order to adapt to this unfortunate downside, The Marines had to adopt methods that most would probably consider immoral or inhumane and are likely against multiple animal rights in various countries around the world. Fortunately for me, these "rights" are superficial, and I could give less of a–
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… Anyways, Because of this, Koby began to live a relatively secluded life. Of course, he came to know the people in his hometown, but due to strict orders from Marine Headquarters to the East Blue outposts, unless they were given clear authorization by– Finally, those assholes picked me up! One step closer to getting out of this shitty barrel! —Marine officials Rank Captain or higher, no one was allowed in or out of the island.
If you ask me, that's a stupid detail on the Writer's part, but whatever. Not my problem.
With the help of the Navy, life had retained some semblance of the normalcy it once held. However, this experience changed Koby for the worst. As I mentioned before, he started to grow fearful of the environment around him and, despite the safeguards imposed, became a mondo pushover, doing anything he could within his power to see himself wake up the next–.
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Alright, that's enough exposition. Not only does this make me bored out of my fuckin' mind, but I can hear the footsteps of those two meatheads the story requires to open my barrel. If anything, I could use a few punching bags right about now. It'd be therapeutic, if nothing else.
Besides, torture sucks. However, I do hope you suffered as much as I did.
I sincerely hope the next chapter is better than this one.
