A A A A A A A A A A A A H H H H H H H H H H H H!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I scream, aware that I am probably dead.
All around me, shades of black and purple but mostly purple zip past as I enter the afterlife.
Or at least, I think.
I feel myself fall as my sight turns to complete pitch black.
"Is this the end?.." I call out into nothingness. My voice is muffled, like it's being suppressed.
But there is no response.
"OH NO, IT IS THE END!"
From out of the void, calls out a voice.
"Shut up, dumbass."Wait, that doesn't quite sound right.
Voids don't talk...
I pull my head away from a black, dusty cushion and in resolution look around.
I'm in a small cubic room made of a dull rock. Food, dirt, and dust are thrown everywhere and a few small cloths, pillows and bean bags lie around in varying degrees of cleanliness.
On the walls, are tattered posters of various animals, pictures of beaches, and pop icons looking just a tad strange.
This must be what hell looks like.
But I don't see the devil on the other-side of the room. All I see is the girl from before, staring quite brazenly at me, while crossing her arms and kicking up her feet on a chair with no 4th leg.
"Done screaming?"
The person says."Uuuuhh, I think so." I reply, confused because of obvious circumstances.
I'm not sure how I'm here, or how I escaped those robots, but it must've been this girl."Good. Now, you can get ou-.."
She stops before she can finish. Sitting there, she's darting her eyes around, and looking down at the floor.She thinks for a minute and makes her decision.
"Well, UUUUHHHhhhhh... Fine. I suppose you can stay the night. Those bots will be on high alert for the whole day and it's probably best we stay put." She answers after some time.
"Well that's cool and all, buuuttt, WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT!!?" I scream, still very confused at what just happened.
She covers her ears as she rolls over in her seat.
"JEEZ! SHUT UP!! At this point they'll hear you from all the way up there!!" She yells as she glances to the ceiling. She kicks me at the end of the last sentence, and I kick back.
"Calm down! Good lord..." She says, relaxing in her spot, putting her arms up and smirking slightly.
"They really got to ya' didn't they. Usually, the people I see, don't react that aggressively. They at least start crying." She stops talking and leaves the conversation there.
After an abnormally long time of no joking, I'm beginning to feel restless.
I'm still in a state of shock and fear; I have absolutely no idea what's going on. Just this morning everything had been fine. I walked out of my house, flew up from below Avalonia, and got a drink from the liquor store.
By got, I mean stole. But, why did I get a strange feeling, why did that building disappear? Where are all my friend-emies? And why was there an entire city's worth of seemingly killer robots screaming toward me, with nothing but death in their eyes?
And if it's because I hit that woman, then why didn't they come sooner?
Well, fuck if I know. Wait, also, WHERE'S MY SHOPPING BAG? I HAD IT WHEN I LEFT THE STORE!? I brush aside my internal screaming, and go to ask a crucial question.
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Dimension of Perfection (And Its Flaws)
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