equal {karlnapity}

not a monster

°karl°

I had been doing nothing I was bored out of my mind staying up two nights straight might not have been a good idea...

"What if penguins could fly but they just don't want to?" I asked laying awake on my hammock I could feel the plants stare into my soul "but what if?" I asked again making every living being near me either uncomfortable scared of me or question life itself.

"Like imagine one day you wake up and just a bunch of penguins fly over your house" I laughed "or you just see one ascending to space or something- first bird to fly to mars and it's a honking penguin!" I laughed at my form of humor

"I want to buy a fax machine"- I said narrowing my eyes "I would type random numbers in and send like memes and stuff like imagine you still have a fax machine for some reason you turn it on and it prints a paper saying 'literal dog water ~perrywinkle'"

My tiredness was messing with my humor but I didn't care I was having the time of my life the guy in my closet was probably enjoying my very very early morning thoughts to "next time I rob a house I will take their fax machine if they have one. Like me walking down the street with a fax machine that would make headlines in the newspapers"

I patted on my covers not being able to sleep "you know what frick it caffeine save me from my boredom!" I said climbing down the ladder and opening my fridge "God I fucking love solar energy" I said still not used to having electricity and running water

I grabbed the most random monster out of my fridge and shugged it at record speed I put the can in my sink for later use where there weren't plants or jars filled with who knows what ecosystem there were wind chimes made out of metal junk and candle holders out of energy drink cans bundles of rope made out of plastic bags

If you give me junk I can and will turn it into something nice I mean look at my hammock someone found it a good idea to dump a container of knitted sweaters in the forest so I kept a few for myself and the rest were turned into a Cali king-sized hammock

When I still saw my parents my mom would teach me how to knit small blankets with funky patterns I used that knowledge to my advantage while making the hammock a few years ago

It was around six AM when I heard a groan coming from the closet and an unhealthy sounding cough I climbed back up the ladder and opened the closet the man was still half asleep he looked sick "Jees you've been here a day how is your immune system this bad?" I asked sounding way too sarcastic as I meant it he looked at me angrily

I noticed a smoldered-up patch on the vine he was tied up with "oh wow that flower I designed will come in handy way sooner as I expected- and why do I keep sounding sarcastic?!" I complained I put my hand on his forehead he pulled away but there was not much room for him to go to so he had to comply "your burning- bad choice of words Jacobs bad choice of words"-

He just looked at me not saying a word "oh you're giving me the silent treatment wonderful" I mentioned pointing at him jumping down to the downstairs floor not taking the ladder I made

I put another pot on the stove noticing the food I had made yesterday "oh yeah that's still here too" I spoke to myself I don't know why I was always talking to myself even when there wasn't anything or anyone with me to listen

I made some soup and signaled my hand for a vine to grab the man out of his bonds he struggled to try to get out of the plant's grasp "yeah that's not gonna work for two reasons one I have carried entire fallen over trees with plants two you're sick" I scooped the soup in a handmade wooden bowl with a metal spoon

"Your a monster" he snarled under his breath

°sapnap°

As I said that I realized how horrible I sounded the man stood before me his fluffy hair had beads and flowers tangled in it his knitted sweater was messy and then I noticed the tears in his eyes as the bowl dropped on the floor

"I am not a monster!" He screamed at me as he wailed "This is just the reason why I do this! You, people, make assumptions out of everyone before getting to know them! All you know about me is what people tell you!" I was chocked frozen

"Nice example you started a fire in the forest the damage wasn't that bad. But if I hadn't noticed it could have been worse and the blame would be put on an innocent person!"

He looked at me and put his hands on his chest "the people that ruined my entire childhood are now cops helping old ladies cross the street or small-scale heroes fighting crime! Without a background check!" He yelled

I understood what he said I felt the same about it about some heroes I work with "look I'm sorry I-" he just nodded with tears in his eyes "no your not your not sorry one bit" I looked at him I felt terrible not only because I was sick but also for what I said

"I am sorry really I- I didn't know" he just looked away breaking eye contact "it's it's fine I'm used to it I shouldn't have reacted like that" he wiped tears from his eyes turning colder than before

"I'm sorry about whatever happened to you I just- us heroes are only told what we need to know about cases we don't get a say or do we just have to do it I didn't know about your background"

He looked at me and laughed a little "and there you have it yet another reason to hate the system of heroes!" He clapped his hands together and picked up the bowl thoughts ran through my head but one thing was clear to me now

"I wanna help you" he looked at me and almost choked on air "excuse me?" He said "I want to help you," I said again articulating better "okay yeah uhm good thanks uh"- he turned awkward he was about to scoop a new bowl of soup but he was stopped as someone knocked on the door

{*dances in Idk how this story got so famous*}