Bad Decisions Club

Two

Indigestion Diarrhea Cheesecult - Elle.

Elle was busy stuffing packaged and canned goods on her bag when Esoh found her in a compromising position. She was stealing the Church's rations.

"Elle, what the hell are you doing?!" Esoh hissed, in between seething anger and choking laughter because Elle looked like a homeless hamster trying to stuff everything inside her backpack.

"It's called rebellion, wake up, baby boy! All this crap is just bullshit!" She hissed back. "What the fuck is a Cheesecult anyway?! Is their messiah a six-hundred year old stinky cheese or something?!"

Esoh suddenly looked taken aback. "How did you know?"

"WHAT. THE. ACTUAL. FUCK." She dropped the bag of goods on the floor to press both her hands on her temple.

"Dear Lord God, language!" Esoh rolled his eyes, restraining a smirk threatening to show on his handsome (as he likes to say) face.

"Bro, aren't you even a bit skeptical? How the fuck did they even gather a bunch of people to believe in this shit?" Elle complains in total rage.

Elle was never one to destroy people's happiness. Whatever they believed in didn't bother her as much, to put simply, she doesn't give a single fuck about what peoples beliefs are or what they want with their lives. It's their life, so what does she have to do with it? She always got shit for dressing up like a weeb, or got shit for dressing up like a normal person, all because she's a born skinny bitch and people have the audacity to comment.

And so the girl became an alcoholic. Drowning her thoughts and their insults far away from her consciousness, partying all night, every night until her liver finally complained. The first time she met Air was at an LGBTQ exclusive party, the second time was when she was admitted to a rehab centre. Their beautiful friendship blossomed in the middle of personal rants and hardships to conquer their vices every open forum.

But something about this cult, hiding in the pretense of a religious organization, even copyrighting her religion's name, just puts her off. Everything about this church screams suspicious, like they were hiding some abominable truth from their followers.

For example, that six-hundred-year old stinky cheese as the messiah. Especially that stinky cheese.

Elle hated cheese with a passion. Every variety of it, she doesn't know why people liked it. To her, it was just condensed and fermented cow milk. And she hated its taste. How could people stand it? It was disgusting and if she was being honest, it took seventy percent of her reasons as to why she wanted to expose this so-called religion.

"I don't really care," Esoh began. Pulling Elle away from her thoughts which she often gets lost in. "Wala akong paki if scam lang lahat 'to or they're exploiting people in the process. We need money to survive, Elle. We can't live without it. I'd rather do this job and scam people than seeing us starve to death. Mostly Air, our baby girl eats so much she doesn't even contribute a single dime."

Elle opens her mouth to say something but closes it again as her thoughts fade away as well as her conscience.

Esoh placed a heavy hand on Elle's shoulder blades. "Also I think it's my fault that's why this church has many followers." He smiles sheepishly as realization struck Elle, her eyes widening. "I was a good salesman. Being a priest is no different from selling a microwave for a hundred dollars. All you need to do is talk like you know everything and people will do as you say."