Commonplace (Mob Psycho 100)

1 - Mundane

Eat.
sleep.
work.
repeat.

It was obvious this is where my life would end up from the start, so I can't really complain. Before I knew how to write I was told I'd inherit my father's blossoming company, along with hopeful stories my promising genius would elevate its recognition. A web management related business, boring stuff I was forced to understand through homeschooling. Workers, money and a clear, easy path were paved for me, and I didn't want any of it.

How ungrateful.

But momentarily, I'd accidentally stumbled into happiness. My sorrow apparently plastered across my face, it was recognised by an angel. Taken below the streets and welcomed by a crowd that wore smiles. I joined them, I had no reason to smile but I fell in love with the feeling.

That feeling is gone now, I was to careless to remember what was going on around me but I remember a young boy taking away my smile. I want to chase that feeling, the sense of belonging, being happy without a care in the world. I'll turn my back on this mundane and dull existence I've been surviving through and try to find out how to bring back my smile. 

- - 1 week later - -

It really is quite hard trying to find a job without any experience. I hadn't even come close to securing one... I wasn't exactly going to put on my CV I'm the ex owner of the largest software company in the region. That won't really help me in day to day life, and plus I don't want my father finding me. That's why I'm in 'hiding'. Just a single room apartment a few miles away from my company. Nothing dramatic really.

I stopped typing on my laptop, pushing myself away from the desk and leaning back in the chair. Staring at the questionable stains on the ceiling, I sighed. This place really is a down grade, it's dimly lit with a single window with a beautiful view of a neighbouring buildings walls. It's clearly an aged room with little hints of the people who lived here before me. Like the chips on the work surfaces, and the small grooves etched onto a doorframe telling the story of a kid growing up here. Where I used to live had wide open floors, tall walls and spotless white tiles. It honestly felt more lifeless than this place, and I have no furniture here. I chuckled to myself as I stood up.

It's been a while since I've been outside.

It was getting close to dark, the sun slowly retreating with the blue sky as oranges and purples began to paint their routinely mural. The street was quite to, the odd person strolling by, without a care for those around them. I wonder if they're happy? I'm not really sure what I came outside to do, walking doesn't seem that bad. Yeah, sounds nice.

I continue aimlessly walking down the street, staring at my feet, stuck inside my thoughts. I wonder if I'd still be happy if that cult religion thing wasn't disassembled... what was his name? Master dimple wasn't it? How did he even make everyone so happy? Imagine people liking you so much you just make them smile, seems like magic or something. Maybe I could try to find him, ask him to make me smile again! I'd gladly continue a life like this if I was that happy.

Being so deep in my thoughts I didn't notice the lamppost ahead of me, and I bumped into it. In shock I just started at it for a minute, dumbfounded at my inability to see my surrounding. Idiot.

"Dimple it's rude to laugh."

Huh? I looked to the side of me to see a young boy stood on the street by himself in his school uniform, seems a bit late for him to be wearing that, anyway. He seemed a little shocked I looked over at him, was he talking himself just now or me?

"E-erm sorry miss are you ok?"

He stammered and looked anywhere but at me, the boy had short black hair, a bowl cut to put it simply. He seemed like an awkward kid, poor guy. I stepped back from the lamppost preparing to speak with him, until I got a better look at him. He seemed really familiar... I don't really interact with kids at all so I'm not sure why he strikes me as someone I've met?

"Sorry... but do I know you kid?"

I step a little close to him and bend down to see his face better, the shadow from his round hair was covering his eyes. Wait a minute...

"I-I don't think so" he replied "I come around here often s-so maybe you've seen me around erm.." he continued while twitching with his hands. I do know him! I remember this kid, he's the one that was there that night! He fought master dimple and took away my smile! I took a step back unintentionally, I can't get mad at a kid, look at him he's so weak. Ok just calm down I'm sure there's an explanation.

I open my mouth to begin to speak, about to ask him about what happened that day and if it really was him. But had a change of heart. "Ah sorry, mistook you for someone else. I need to watch where I'm going don't i haha! Get home safe kid, it's late." I exclaim through my facade, with a nervous smile. Turning my back on him i begin to retrace my steps, I didn't want to question him about the incident. It might not even be him, it could be easy to mistake someone that looks like him for any other ordinary school kid. And there really isn't anyway a school kid could it beat master dimple right...

I give a glance behind me, the boy already continuing his own journey. What was he even doing out so late? There wasn't much around here for a kid. My vision trails up to the building i was below moments ago, hmm... spirits and such? What type of store is that? Maybe that's where he came from. A nagging thought loomed at the back of my mind. Telling me to find out more. God, I really have fallen off the deep end.

By the time I was home, it was dark. All colour had washed out of the sky, being replaced with the chill of the night. I take of my shoes, and sit down at my desk once more. Closing all the tabs I used searching for jobs I open a new one and type,

Spirits and Such.