Dimension of Perfection (And Its Flaws)

Chapter - 4 - Storytiiimme!!

She starts the story.

"After the Negativitron's defeat, the Alliance were stars overnight! All thanks to that little guy, what's their name? BoySack? Sackers? Oh, I forget. It's been too long."

She continues.

"After the Negativitron incident, Sackpeople were becoming terrified of a new threat that would ravage Craftworld once again."

"Unrest grew in the streets and themes of Craftworld, slowly losing their trust with the governing leaders, especially for relying on what is basically a child to protect their planet."

"Everything came to a breaking point as the Hoard Crisis began."

I stop her and raise my hand.

"Uh, what..?" She questions.

"What's a Hoard? Never heard of that before." I ask.

"The trash dudes!! You know?." She replies.

"No, not really." I mumble.

She waves it off as unimportant to the story and keeps going.

"Suddenly, chaos had returned to Craftworld, and a revolution was made to overthrow the King and the leaders, and at this same time, the Sackbot revolution began as well."

"Sackbots all around the globe refused their duties and the world was enveloped in its worst disaster yet."

"With no-one able to manufacture defence from the Hoard, because of the Sackbots, the Hoard were very quickly crashing the economy into the ground."

"This is where the Alliance come in, they actually stuck with the Revolution against the King, and they all eliminated the government with a final blow to the King's Gardens. All the leaders,
Mr. Doubtworthy, Mags the Mechanic, The King, and even the Queen, were all stripped of their titles and replaced. They were deemed evil, manipulative, and downright despicable."

"After the unfortunate death of the Alliance's Second in Command, the leader of the Alliance appointed himself as Supreme Leader of all lands of Craftworld, promising under his rule, Craftworld would become 'great again', just like he envisioned it when he first lay eyes on this wonderful planet."

"He was praised for his innovation and willingness to do good, and received resounding support from everyone in Craftworld, far and wide."

"I don't know much from there, but it turns out the new leader envisioned his Craftworld rid of Sin, and therefore made every crime in the book punishable by death, apparently."

"Personally I don't really agree with that guy's opinion, I mean, people like you and me, well... Aren't very well liked."

After hearing that absolute waffle coming from her mouth, I still don't know what's happening. Just yesterday, this is how I remembered the very short history I knew.

Negativitron: Dead
Sackboy: Not Dead
Happy fun times ensue.
Uh oh, here's another threat, oops already missed him he's dead.
None of this Revolution sh*t ever came upon me.

Am I that out of tune?

"Well, uuh, thanks for the story... But I must be dreaming." I say, as I chuckle to myself.

That was it! This whole conundrum was a dream, and it never even happened!
Ooh, am I put to ease by that, I was starting to get worried.

I lie down, stretch out my arms and rest them behind my head.

"Okay, bye bye!, dream creature, f**k you suck my c**k, goddamn a**hole hahahaa!!!" I spout, as I close my eyes.

Back in this pitch blackness, I can feel the cool breeze of my wind material I forgot to turn off, the heavy feeling of the floor on my back, and the slight sound of a Sackbot in the distance dancing to 'Shape of You' by Ed Sheeran recorded through a microphone from the trash.

I feel myself waking up.

I begin to think of all my daily activities, and what I'll eat for breakfast. Mmmh, pancakes would be nice, yes...

My eyes open.
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And I'm immediately backhanded by a strange, bronze figure.

Wait a minute.

I live alone.

I open my eyes again fully and see that nothing has changed whatsoever.

I'm still here, in this lonely concrete box in the middle of nowhere, slumped next to a tall steampunk contraption who shoots me dirty looks every time I ask about what's going on.

"Really?.."
She chuckles.
"You...... THINK, YOU CAN ESCAPE THAT EASY?!?! IF THAT WAS POSSIBLE, I WOULD'VE DONE THAT 9 YEARS AGO."

"What are you talking about?" I slip out, quietly..

"I DON'T KNOW. FRANKLY, ALL I KNOW ABOUT MYSELF IS THAT I LIVED SOMEWHERE NEAR THE DUMPSTER I WOKE UP IN."
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She slumps back on her 'bed' and picks the book back up before ignoring me again.

"Oooo, hit a nerve have I?"
I joke.

"I will  throw you back out there and leave you to the bots." She says, while flipping me the middle finger.

Shocked, I retract my insult and intend to keep my head down for the rest of my time here.

I'm going to have to keep my thoughts to myself for once, if I don't want to be turned into a new type of sauce by those ravaging hunks of metal.

I'm actually surprised, people don't usually react so angrily to me cussing them out.