Rejects in the Fire (#3)

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{WARNING- This chapter contains: Arson and attempt of Suicide!!}


                      I hate my life. I hate Caine. I hate that Orbsman dude. My thoughts were a blaze of hatred. This is due to me currently cleaning a toilet. Not just any toilet. Someone had just exploded in it.                      

"I hate this job" I shoved my hand into the deep pit of despair. Cleaning up that mess was fun.                     "Why do I have to be a janitor! I'm new!" The lizard sighed. She had seemed to calm down. 

"Because you insulted him and the others. The Tooth Fairy does not appreciate that, Tiny" I responded. Not in the mood for talking.                     

"So...how long have you been here for?" Volatile asked. Not looking up from her sink.                      I hesitated to think. "Around three to five years" Volatile suddenly went still. "So I'm...stuck here..forever?"                     

 "Until you abstract" I simply replied. STOP BEING NICE TO HER!!! Why couldn't I say anything rude to her?! "By the looks of it, you have four seconds"                    

  "Abstract?"                     

 "When you go so insane you turn into a glitched zombie. I see some black spots on your face" I chuckled.                   

   "WHAT!"                      

 "WHERE IS THE NEAREST...oh...so this is my new...body" I looked up from the toilet and saw Volatile staring into the mirror. She looked as she was trying to remember every detail of her newfound body.                  

   "I look...awful," She whispered. Oh shit, I really broke her. "This is not real. None of this is. I'll just beat the level! That's it!"              

       "All of this is real, Tiny. So putting your hopes up will not magically make you leave" I turned back toward the toilet.                 

   "Tiny?"              

    "Volatile?" I turned to look at her, but she had gone.



Volatile's Perspective

                     It's all fake. A video game. I just need to win. I wandered the hallways of the restaurant. My dirt-brown uniform is swishing as I run. I opened the employer's only door and ran into the kitchen. Thoughts rebounded in my brain. Turn on all the ovens. All the stoves.

                    "Volatile?" I turned to see Zooble staring me down.                   

  "Oh hey Zooble...just passing through. I got kind of hungry"                   

 "Not possible" Oh shit.                 

   "Huh?"                  

  "You can't get hungry in this world" She rolled her eyes. Or he?                    

"I have one question for you. If you don't mind?" Zooble seemed shocked by the question. Or was it my kindness?                   

"Uh sure. What is it?"                   

"Are you a boy or a girl?" Zooble froze, except for their twitching eyes. "Not to be rude or anything, I just don't know how to refer to you as."                   

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