Walmart was a long walk from my aunt's apartment, but I got Moffat to carry my stuff for me in the hole. During that time, it told me how it was able to possess that oven by detaching its soul from its body through years of meditation. Something I'd have to learn to do if I wanted to have any chance of killing my cousin's soul and living.
People started screaming and taking pictures when we walked through the doors and they saw the oven hopping along next to me, but they were much more concerned about the finger that lay behind the bottles of water.
They all cleared out of the way when I walked up, picked it up, and swallowed it without a single thought. Again, it tasted disgusting, but I was dedicated to making sure my cousin would never be remembered.
I cough and splutter, walking away from the crowd, hoping that they were too shocked to care that I ate the finger I found at Walmart so I could become some Great Value Sukuna. It was only when someone dressed in a police uniform approached me that I thought to act.
My fist landed right in their face, sending them flying with a broken jaw at best. The friendly oven next to me didn't do much to stop me from obliterating the crowd of fifteen, only informing me of the soul's strength.
There was a reason evil prevailed. The soul inhabiting my cousin has existed since the beginning of time. Good and evil exist in a balance, a balance that my cousin did good to preserve by sitting on his ass having inherited such a powerful soul.
Now it's my turn. It's my turn to taste power. It's my turn to fight people. It's my turn to do all I can to help people like me, and if helping them means beating up a few, then so be it.
*Said in a badass anime monologue kind of way*
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The Fingers
Action16 year old Tangello is just a normal school boy, goofing off with his friends and mocking his cousin when all of a sudden, after eating a mysterious finger, he is tasked with restoring balance to the world. Will he do it? Or will the world forever...
