A Land of Tales and Dreams

A Very Dramatic and Maybe Evil Chosen One

WEEK 125

Prompt:

"I love you."

"Who doesn't?"

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"Greg. And the dude next door... and the neighbor downstairs, considering the things you said a few days ago... And now that I think about it, pretty much all of your former friends and family don't like you anymore after the incident last week."

The man broke down into tears, and threw a fit like a toddler. But he ate a pizza because he was hungry. Anyways, pizza didn't really help; he was still feeling pretty offended, not knowing why people wouldn't love him.

His kitchen door suddenly opened with a bang and a stranger stood there. "Have you, are you, or will you commit a genocide in the near future?" the stranger demanded, brandishing a stick-looking thing.

He considered it for a second... and the answer was no, because he wanted to be loved. But he had thought about it, many a time only to realize that it wasn't worth his effort. "Why do we fight so much for love when it's never reciprocated? So much for just a touch of affection, even when it's obvious no one is ever going to deem you worthy of their love?" he asked the stranger, looking down at his greasy hands.

The stranger was confused at that, and looked at the stick-looking thing weighing in his hand as if considering something. He sat on the stool next to him, eyeing the leftovers of pizza, and whispered, "So... where do we start?"

"The......start?"

"A long time ago in a galaxy far far away, a prophecy foretold that the chosen one would be unloved by all, and that because no one loves him, he shall turn to the dark side and release his anger by MURDERING EVERYONE WHO DOESN'T LOVE HIM, and so I'm here because you are the chosen one."

"So, am I-I gonna die? All I ever wanted was love; was that too much to ask for? What did I do to deserve the hate of being born? I guess no one can explain why they have this unreasonable hate towards me and hence, SHALL DIE and you are the first victim."

"It is an honor to be killed by you, do you take requests?" the stranger asked.

"Why yes, in fact I do."

And then a meteor fell, killing all present to end the story (aka Editor Dreams had no idea how to end this)