Story Of My Life

Chapter 7 - The Entity

AUTHORS NOTE: I did not steal the name from Mr Hopps Playhouse i just realised that the name Entity would suit this character a lot

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I wake up.

I open my eyes.

I look at my surroundings.

I see a dark figure.

And a pink figure.

MAKING OUT IN THE BACK OF THE ROOM.

AND I MUST STAY CALM.

I close my eyes.

I hear a person gasping for air, and another person chuckling.

Oh dear gods of life, I think to myself, please don't let me die just because I accidentally woke up when the Lord himself and the pink girl were making out aggressively against my hospital room wall-

"You woke up. Didn't you, Immortal?" the Lord of All Making Out says. "And I can hear your thoughts, by the way. I don't usually get the chance to express affection to my wife, so give me and her some respect. It's been two decades since our lips last came together." He taps me on the head forcefully to indicate his power. I sigh internally, then try to stifle it as I know the Lord Almighty knows my thoughts.

I look over to the pink girl, whose face is as pink as her dress. She could stand next to the pink potted plant right next to my bed and I would think it was just a bulky flower hanging out of its pot.

"When I said respect, I didn't mean imagining my wife as a flower for your entertainment," says the Lord. His voice is now slightly lower, probably meaning he's angry.

Well shoot. Who cares if he's angry. Right now I want to see Emmie, not two dumb bastards making out in front of me.

I roll my eyes.

"You want to see your friend that much?" the Lord Almighty himself of All Making Out replies.

"Well, DUH? What do you think I went to the oldest tree for? To pee against it? To scratch my back against it? Emmie is probably my only damn friend in this world, and she isn't even here!" I reply, rolling my eyes and folding my arms. "Now, if you'll move your ass that loves to kiss pink girls, I have a friend to find." My adrenaline was building up, partly from me being angry and me wanting to rebel against this stupid entity.

"Nobody talks to the Entity like that," says the pink girl in a hushed voice. "Except me, and I'm the only exception."

"Well, to hell with your damn exception because this Lord here is your sugar daddy!" I snap at her. "Where the frickity damn hell is my friend?"

"You humans seem to know a lot more swear words the last time someone came here," says the Entity. He raises his hands and waves it in the air twice, and a person comes floating out of the door. Seeing the bright blonde hair, the glasses, and the uniform, I immediately know that it's Emmie.

"EMMIEEEEE MY BEAUTIFUL BABY GIRLLLL HOW ARE YOU HOW HAVE YOU BEEN," I scream as I run towards Emmie with my arms wide open. She wakes up and her eyes widen as I crash into her.

"OH MY GAWDDD MY BABY GIRL HOW ARE YOU WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN WHY COULD I NOT FIND YOU OH MY GAWDDDDDD IM SO GLAD YOU ARE ALIVE," I sobbed as Emmie patted my head like she always did.

"Girly get a grip on yourself," she laughs as she sits up. "The people here dragged me towards a dungeon and they demanded to know the purpose of my entire journey, and then I had to meet the Entity and we had a chat and basically he waited for you since you're the missing piece to defeating the other Entity. It seems the citizens in the villages got their stories mixed up."

"You're not gonna ask me how I was doing? I found two gay elves right over there who - guess what - pine for Selkie and Delkie!" I stage whisper to Emmie. Elvar and the other elf glare at me with looks that could kill.

"And... the pink girl and the Entity are in a relationship!" I say. Emmie looks at me with disbelief. "They made out in front of me," I murmur to her, and she mimes vomiting.

"Opposites attract," she gasps while wheezing, which makes me howl with laughter as well. Everyone in the room stares at us with very confused and very concerned faces.

"Are... humans okay?" Elvar asks.

"Nope! The number of people in mental rehabs are still growing!" I say with a hysterical laugh.

Emmie and I clutch each other to stabilise ourselves, and hiccup ourselves back to business.

"Alright big man, what's your story?" I ask, while sniffing and wiping away my tears of laughter.

"Do not call me 'big man'," the Lord sighs.

"I was born into a family who worshipped the Dark Entity. We were utter devotees, and so he blessed our family with immortality. And so we continued for a long time to worship him, until we started revolting against him. One by one, my family started to die off, and I am the only one left. I cast a spell so that anyone who talked bad about the Dark Entity would be dragged to my palace, and then recruited if wished. Which is how I met Coquetta, the love of my life." The pink girl (which is how I still remember her) smiles and leans into the Entity. An empty feeling in my stomach expands.

"So then, the villagers started calling me the bad one, so... that's how you got here," the Entity says.

"Oh gosh, what a gripping love story," I say with sudden hatred for the pink girl. Coquetta. What a stupid name. I realise I am jealous. Not because I like the Entity, but because she represents everything I don't have.

Yes, even I have a heart made out of love, which unfortunately is on the brink of shattering, because there is no one to love me romantically.

The pink girl gasps, her face contorting into a shocked expression, which makes me roll my eyes.

"Oh please, grow up! You dress like a Barbie doll! And let me remind you: Barbie dolls are for BABIES. You act like a child sometimes, and you act so high and mighty, even though you're only here because your big sugar daddy fell in love with you," I say. Emmie sighs.

Then Emmie pecks me on the cheek and says, "Girl, this is the wife of the Entity we're insulting. I get you're sad, and you have a lot of energy to burn off right now, but wait. Okay?" She pats my head and I feel the energy receding.

Yes. Friends kiss each other on the cheek. You didn't know? Even the author kisses her best friends. Yeah I actually do lol.

I stick out a tongue at Emmie and flip her the middle finger, while she drags me out of the room with a familiar, tired, and listless smile, which promises torture.

You've been hit by, you've been hit by, a SMOOTH CRIMINAL.

I have been listening to this song on repeat for the past FOUR HOURS. Emmie stands next to me, her smile menacing and evil.

I sigh. Four more hours to go, as the clock signals.

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AUTHORS NOTE: thanks for reading