Bemusements; or, How a Man Finds Himself Masturbating and Unwell

Chapter 5 - Fast Times at My Own Mind

Chapter 5 - Fast Times at My Own Mind

"Eugh," I utter to myself: "where am I?"

I look around and all I see is the neighborhood; Gravesfield. Except something, or maybe someone, had painted it red.

And fleshy.

I touch the light pole near me, to my regret.

"Eugh!!" I exclaim. "That is disgusting!"

I walk around a bit more, and find that this red, dark, and fleshy recreation of the neighborhood - I'd be tempted to call it a knockoff - is completely vacant. No one is here, apart from myself.

And I can't help but struggle at this lingering feeling that I'm being watched by something, no, some*one*.

Woosh!

I suddenly feel a spirit go through the streets as it tries to playfully and, like a jovial child, try to go through me.

"Kalos?!" I exclaim. "It's over, you manipulative, cruel bitch!

I'm not your pet anymore! I'm not going to be possessed by you anymore! I'm not afraid of you!

SHOW YOURSELF!!!"

"Hahahahahahaha." The strange spirit says.

Then, she shows herself to me.

Like a prostitute, this lure-looking thing seems to dress the part: her cleavage and butt being so vulgarly showed off and displayed carelessly.

"Who are you?" I ask.

"The real question is," she says: "why am I? Why am I here? Is it because I stumbled upon your mind, which stifles and trifles my every attempt to escape?

Or is it because of you?

Who looked to the dark side to seek knowledge. Who turned to forbidden sources to try to act on them to save a friend.

Who practiced forbidden magic to find the truth."

"What are you talking about, Kalos?" I ask. "I'm no longer going to entertain your follies. Your forbidden knowledge and magics that renders and stultifies one to insanity.

Leave me be, Kalos! Have you not had enough?!"

She then erupts into a ill-willed and evil laughter, not as if it's something she doesn't understand well enough to tell me why she devolves into such inhumanity, but as if there's something *I* don't understand.

"You're very funny, Helios." Says the spirit. "Your complaints of such pettiness in abundance are concretely grounded upon the basis that Kalos had anything to do with this, why I'm here, in my real form.

It's concretely grounded upon the basis that I'm real at all!

Are you sure that I exist, and that you can see me?

Or can you not? And that her ancient magic has given you enemies that cannot be harmed, cannot be reasoned with, cannot be bargained with, cannot be chatted with, and cannot be seen, because they cannot be?

Because I don't even exist?"

"What are you talking about?" I ask, confused. "I don't get it? Are you trying to get to me? My head?

Stay away from me! Stay away from my head, you contemptuous, vile, vulgar bitch of the Isles!!"

She then erupts into laughter once more, but not without disappearing, who wrought her own ghost upon the floor, not to be seen.

"Where am I?" I ask myself.

With my back against the wall, in a state of utter confusion, I decide to wander the streets of this neighborhood knockoff. See if I can make any sort of damn sense as to where the fuck am I.