Have you ever had that feeling where you wished the earth beneath your feet would swallow you whole? Of course you have. Who hasn't?
Sometimes it would just be easier not have the burden of existence weighing down on your shoulders. Constant. Relentless. Exhausting, but not nearly eternal.
No living creature has ever asked to be born. No living creature has ever had the chance to ask to NOT be born. Our say is laughably insignificant in the face of the universe.
The people around you are as insignificant as you. The importance of anyone is judged by others who are as qualified as anyone else to decide who is and who is not important. In other words, nobody can decide who is and isn't important. Nobody is qualified. We are all insignificant, unbecoming specks of dust in the wind that is our universe.
Just spending two minutes pondering that is enough to make us all apathetic about our own existence. We are all pointless. If anyone tells you otherwise, they are just as pointless.
I am the one exception. I am the one voice on earth that matters. I am the only one who is important enough to decide our collective as well as individual importance. What I decide is law. What I speak is truth.
That being said, you are important.
The way you wake up every morning to this crazy world, and go to sleep every night to wake back up to it... that's so badass of you! The way you continue existing, despite the fact that the universe never provided a meaning of your existence... way to stick it to the universe! You provide your own meaning.
YOU do not have to put up with your own stress and sorrow. Your stress and sorrow has to put up with YOU!
In spite of the nihilism that plagues our modern society, you are still existing, so keep at it! Keep on existing, because that would make me happy. Plus, I have a secret crush on you.
Fifteen of those minutes you spend existing can save you fifteen percent or more on car insurance.
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When you woke up, you stared towards the sky as you waited for the world to stop spinning around you. Eventually, you could make out Alien's figure hovering over you.
"Alien?" you called out, voice still a little raspy. "You're alive again?"
"Not yet," said Alien. "We're both still dead and we won't come back until the next chapter."
A few moments later and the world still wouldn't stop spinning. You began to rub your head. "God, is it always like this?"
"Dizzying and nauseating?" Alien nodded. "I'd like to say you get used to it. At least I can say you learn to accept it. First time dying?"
"Not quite," you replied. "But I'm still a bit of a... 'death rookie'."
Alien let out a chuckle.
"But I think this is my first time in... what exactly is this place? Hell? Purgatory?"
"I'd like to think of it as a sort of dream land," explained Alien. "In this universe, death isn't always permanent, and places like heaven and hell or any sort of afterlife associated with permanent death aren't for people like us. If death for us is like sleeping, then this place is akin to dreaming. Sometimes you go through this place before you revive. Sometimes you don't. Just like how you sometimes dream when you're asleep, or sometimes you just wake up the next day."
"Makes sense," you replied, admittedly only half listening as most of your conscience was focused on the pressure forming at the pit of your stomach.
"No it doesn't," Alien sighed. "I don't understand this place much myself. Anyway, while we're here, how about a game of Fuck Marry Kill?"
"I'm game," you replied. "Spider-Man, Superman, and Batman."
"I don't know who any of those people are."
"Oh."
Turns out, this wasn't a very fun game.
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Kedamono remained alone in his cell, waiting for all the chaos to subside. Papi had jumped through the ceiling of his cell to avenge his beloved and fight his own son.
When did violence become such a routine for him and his friends? Kedamono pondered this question until he noticed that through the cracks of the walls around him, he was able to peer into Papi's cell.
Being the ever curious little sport he was, Kedamono peeked through those cracks. From loose rubble that had fallen through higher floors, Papi's cell was a disastrous mess. It was difficult for Kedamono to make out anything. Still he was able to spot where a toilet had once been. And beside that toilet lied a positive pregnancy test.
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(A/N: Long time no see, strange Papi simps. I apologize for the wait. I had my computer reset and I lost my password. But now I am back. And I have finals to be studying for but I'm doing this instead. Also my birthday is coming up. I think I'm a little too old to be writing this shit, but whatever)
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