Veridis Quo

Chapter 57 - Velvet Chocolate

I was sick of the television, couldn't stomach the damn thing. There was so much I could watch before boredom returned with the milk carton she promised three thousand years ago. When that happened, I'd just switch to the phone, do homework, play a game, go outside, talk with someone, ect, ect, and ect.

However, that was not the case anymore. Many similar cases suffered an identical fate.

I could swear the television was laughing at me, openly mocking my despair. What did it think it was? Invincible? I'll smash you in, bitch!

But then, I wouldn't have a TV in the room, the sole source of entertainment – I did not count the other.

A sigh deflated my already limp body like a balloon, my eyes glossed over in poisonous, mind-numbing boredom.

Lying atop a messy bed in dire need of tidying up, two pillows propped my head to comfortably stare at the blocky screen at the opposite side. I blinked a tear away, the lack of proper lighting did no favors for my irritated eyes.

After the horrible, sleepless night the hybrid so gracefully gifted me, I was awoken rudely by... you guessed it, not her!

It was a lion, neither Free nor... what was his name? Dolphin? No... I forgot.

Well, it wasn't like it'd matter in the end. There had to be an end to this.

Following the unceremonious wake-up call, I was roughly escorted to a different room. I didn't manage to create a mental map due to a less than stellar night, though it wouldn't have helped anyway.

We were not in the old HQ. If I was blindfolded and given a dart to throw, I'd nail a bullseye every single time. They had to have gotten swatted by the feds which might explain their newfound disdain towards me.

To be fair, I wouldn't be too happy if my crib got raided and the porn stash was confiscated as "crucial evidence to the investigation," except the latter part, I wasn't feeling too good as of late. I couldn't bring myself to do the basics of all male functions; jerking. Put a pin on that one, Johnny b- just Johnny. Just... Johnny...

Since their new base of operation was unknown to me and the security was improved after my last escape, the chance of repeat success was slim to none, but I never liked combinatorics! What brought it to a round zero was the comically large hammer bonking a bobblehead version of me every single fucking day.

For maturity's sake, I could understand the lions, possibly sympathize with them. All they wanted was their old boss back, a noble goal. The methods were questionable and the morality not there, but they were chill about it, so water under the bridge, the bridge built above a dry river.

They no longer talked to me. And that shit bothered me. They didn't acknowledge my existence, as though I was a ghost haunting their halls! Not even a minimal greeting, nothing! Who did I have to blame for that? Me, I, or myself?

None of the above! It was the psycho hybrid's fault!

It's all her fucking fault!

If she hadn't ordered those two schmucks to snatch me under Ten's snout, I knew for certain the government would've found me and put an end to this fuckass adventure. Go here! Go there! Make friends! Make foes! Final boss battle! Shit RNG!! FUCK THIS SHIT!!!

On the outside, in the dark room illuminated solely by a television straight from the 90s on the verge of imploding, I exhaled weakly.

I was tired, okay? And Melon...

She wasn't like the others.

This room I was in, disallowed to leave lest I get beaten again, was as ordinary as it could get. Almost like a tiny apartment, three parts made a whole; the main bedroom where I spent a majority of my time rotting away, a bathroom, and a kitchen corner. The kitchen was devoid of everything, stripped down to its cement bones, not even a microwave to make chicken nuggets like a lazy potato. That product existed in the Black Market and, of course, the various shapes were of dinosaurs.