(This Chapter has been Edited by the Helpful nintendoplayer96v8)
When the door opened, I was facing a... Butterfly being with a humanoid body that is somewhat tall with five arms, one of them being on his neck, two of them carrying a coffin that to no one's surprise has a butterfly engraved on it. This abnormality is also wearing a black suit that people would usually wear on funerals, or at least I get that feeling from him.
And... a deep sense of unfulfillment hit me like a truck, if there was ever a word to actually describe this it would be 'inadequacy' the posture of the abnormality pointed to him waiting for something, whatever that might be.
Insight then, I should find out why it does what it does then, "I'm Trigger, I'll keep you company, for the time being hopefully you are at least a little talkative or this could get a bit boring." I felt his silent stare on me, after a moment he nodded.
Where to start? Ah, right he is waiting for something after all, "Seems like you are waiting, may I inquire about that or is it too personal?" There was a pause, its butterfly for a head has fluttered after a moment and his coffin opened a great number of actually normal-sized butterflies, came out and started moving around in a confusing way.
It took me a moment to realize they were making letters on the air it read 'The peaceful end'.
Then he'll be waiting a while. Only old fulfilled people can die peacefully, everyone else always has their mind in something they could have done or should have done, I'm a sappy fucker, know I'll regret something at the end of the line even if it wasn't my fault.
"Any reason? There is a lot out there to do, and waiting for things to just end seems a little wasteful." At my question, I could feel the eyeless stare trying to bore a hole in my head.
The butterflies moved, 'It is what everyone here waits for, someone to mourn for them, to release them like butterflies on the wind.' after reading that I remembered the room full of bodies again, their expressions... weren't pretty.
Is this thing telling me everyone here would prefer being dead?
Also, he is a walking metaphor... a very on-the-nose one considering his head is a butterfly, alas I don't agree with this at all, "Easier said than done, running away is all about having regrets and dying to escape may be the biggest way to prove that after all, if you didn't want to suffer to begin with you must have wanted the opposite, wouldn't that mean you'll regret not having that comfort?" The abnormality tilted his head and the butterflied fluttered in confusion then started to move again.
'It is what I bring, peaceful memories of their friends and families, a final curtain that they deserve.' I stared at the words for a moment, making me think if the abnormality wants these things too, or only wants to give them.
How should I word it then... "Would you want a lie at the end of your journey? Sure, you may be showing them what they want but YOU are what they see at the end, wouldn't that break the illusion?" The physical response I got from that was worrying, I saw his second pair of hands grip the coffin tighter.
His hands still on his pockets were probably balled into fists, the butterflies moved erratically too, 'Isn't it what they want? What everyone wants?' I gave him a careful look, knowing full well that if I said something wrong he will try something violent...
"No... what you want to know is, Do I want this? If your whole job is bringing a peaceful end to people around you, it makes you think if someone would do the same for you." A contradiction, a being that wants to give the best ending he can give didn't get his.
I stopped to think for a moment, I'm new to the world but from what I know about this company... "Wing" I think they called it, is a big change for your life, but clerks are miserable a good chunk of the time, the result they wanted isn't what they expected.
Am I reading too much into this?
The abnormality twitched, even if I could see the green light confirming good work being done I could tell that... he wasn't happy with my words, he rose his neck-hand and made a finger gun.
I dove out of the way out of instinct, dodging whatever came from that I saw butterflies fill the room and a worryingly sleepy feeling was overcoming my body but even through all of that I could see the last words written by the butterflies, 'You are troubled, let me put you at ease.' what a terrifyingly soothing thing to say.
It prepared again, but I jumped up and gripped the Cross-hammer weapon with both hands and smashed him on the face, making him falter back but didn't do any significant damage.
Maybe I should fall back and call for help... and get all the clerks killed.
Fuck my bleeding heart.
The room was gradually filling with butterflies and my head was getting fuzzier, I felt something hard land on my shoulder, but what really worried me was how my mind was just going on a trip that it didn't want to go back.
I stared straight into the abnormalities head and ran forward taking another four shots from his finger gun, this must be what a 'so high I can't see the ground' feels like, I felt the wriggling chest plate of my E.G.O suit squirm.
And when I reached him the jaws from before snapped around him at a ridiculous speed even without a face I could tell the abnormality was confused by how fast it happened, arms bend the wrong way and shattered knees, chest so disfigured you may as well call it a pretzel and his head was now missing some wings too.
The butterflies slowly started disappearing, and I stared at the broken form of the abnormality with pity, a life of contradictions and how much it resembles... more stuff to think about I guess.
I gave a curious look when the abnormality snapped the fingers of his only useful hand left a flutter of butterflies came carrying a smaller version of the coffin he has which was still as tall as I am, I gave it a curious look and let them put it on my back which was now there... hanging by nothing.
Ok.
Said butterflies started creating words again, 'You want it too, peace.' Don't say shit like that after trying to kill me...
"Yeah, but I know it won't ever come, Humanity is all about conflict... but wanting something like that isn't wrong." I replied, the less likely to reach it the more beautiful it is, or I like to think about it like that.
I left the containment room and... saw Dakota aiming straight at the door with her new pistol, BongBong doing a weird kung-fu pose, Rober was gripping the E.G.O weapon of One Bro like his life depended on it, and the last one that kinda surprised me was Beth holding out a Glock and shakily aiming at the door.
...
"So he tried to kill me, and I'm alive..." The uproar at my words... was interesting, to say the least.