Dimensional Literature and Entertainment [ Gowther x OC Story-Seven Deadly Sins]

When Will I Wake Up?

The Time and the Travel
The world to unravel.
The lies to await,
The truth to be bait.
Beauty is internal
Not superficial,
And impossible to view.
Looking up to the sky, I see it's a strange hue.
Not bright blue.
But instead dark
Spattered with stars
I can hear the song of the lark
Behind these iron bars.
The blackness is the beauty
And it shines through the light.
My Travel hasn't been my cup of tea,
That thought clouded so bright.
And before it could pass in my busy life,
It was already gone.
For my time has passed not by slow knife
But by quick hit, head on.
I am sure my life lay upon a lawn
Where I was left to Death
I could've been missed by a hair's breadth.
But I am a butterfly,
On a leaf waiting to die.
Unknown to me that Life can fly
And it is impossible to escape.
Time goes fast by,
I thought, tightening my cape.
My cloak of darkness near gone,
I stifled a yawn.
Life is short
Beauty is fleeting
I await to contort
And cringe for the waiting.
It is too short to wait,
I refuse to be bait
For that monster called Life.
The monster is terrifying,
I can not live without it
If I said I could I'd be lying
But I can not live with it as well.
I looked at the looming monster before me
It was a thing from hell.
Terrifying to see.
Yet a joke and a jest
Of which I detest.
Yet Love as well
This feeling is not swell.
I hid my emotions in a bony mask,
Waiting for my scythe to take the task.
For its mere existence is cruelty.
I pray to a deity.
Its master Time
Is its father
As it is mine.
But there is a difference between us.
I cannot die.
I am Death itself and I come as a bus
A noose called a tie
It'd be a lie
To say that I did not detest my existence
Therefore I did not put up resistance
When Life blocked
And my head it unlocked
From my stump of neck it fell
I will say it hurt like hell.
I let Death die
A liar lie
A sinner sin
I threw it all in a bin.
And now... I am dead.
For Time and Life split my head.
And served it silver plattered
To Travel who then slathered
It in the darkness of my beloved cloak
No words that I could croak.
Time and Travel are the same
Hand in Hand with Life
They are beasts unable to tame
In this neverending strife.
I am Death itself and I lost my Life.
For I killed her after I died
Releasing a Paradox, for Death should not die
But Time lied
Telling Life, my beloved sister, my Time would pass by
Making Travel impossible without Life
So it killed Time
And to end its own strife
Travel took his own Life with Life
As I heard their knives chime
My ears felt the Time.
As my final sound
A slash of a knife to be found
Upon his Heart we all failed the test.
And now, all four of us rest
In the Flames of Purgatory
I am Death itself and that was my story.

    I surveyed my surroundings with caution, precariously avoiding chairs and tables. Where the hell was it? I'm sure that it was somewhere around here! Found it! I thought in an exclamatory way as I waltzed over to the table. I set down the meat pie that the table ordered. It would take around three days for us to reach the town that I know that we will meet Gowther at. I have to think of a way to meet him before in a way that I know I can convince him not to read my mind. It would ruin the plot if he knew what was going to happen! Sure, I may want to change it up a bit, but that doesn't mean that I wish to change everything! I know that he's going to go to town to search for glue and run into Elizabeth, I guess that I could go to town with her, but I have to find a way to tell him not to read my mind or search my memories or whatever without it sounding suspicious. I squeaked a little when I felt a hand grab my ass. Turning around, I gave a stern look at the customer that did such a thing. He just shrugged and turned away, blushing slightly. I guess men will always be men. Assholes. Maybe I could write a message on a glue stick? Do I have a glue stick? I really need to empty the contents of my bag and go through them. Maybe they could help me in some way.
    Meliodas made me a barmaid despite my pleas against it, so now I am stuck serving these people. Well for at least an hour more, then the day ends. My entertaining job kicked in a while ago, and while it was enjoyable, I was still pretty mad that the piano didn't exist. When my shift was over on that, I was assigned barmaid duty. I can't blame him for assigning me to be a barmaid though: Elizabeth is a terrible barmaid. It is quite obvious that she'd never had a job a day before working here. I've had to catch her I don't know how many times, and while it is annoying, I can't help but smile at how cute she looks when startled and stumbling. I can't say that it isn't a fun job. As a matter of fact, this is probably the best job I've ever had. Food is included with the job and made by Ban who is hands down the best cook ever, even better than my mother no matter how much I hate admitting it. Also, they are cleaning up the attic to stick a bed in so that I may have a bedroom. I think that it will be completed tomorrow. Until then, I'd be staying in Ban's room, since King gave it to me saying that he'd rather sleep outside with Diane. Lately, I haven't been getting a wink of sleep. Not ONE bit of it. Ban snores. And it is bad. VERY BAD.
    Straightening up my uniform, I prepared for the next piping hot, delicious dish to take to my next customer.
    "Order up!" I heard Ban call. Calmly striding over, I was met with a delicious sight. It appeared to be mashed potatoes and barbecued beef, but the smell was probably the most enticing part of it. God it smelled great! I took the plate and, albeit reluctantly, placed it on the customer's table.
    "Hey Kitten~!" I heard Ban yell out in an annoying voice.
    "What do you want? And didn't I tell you not to call me that?!" I shouted at him, obviously mad.
    "Whatever, anyways, could you go pick some herbs with Diane for me, I'm running low. We are going to need them tomorrow!" Ban asked me, a bit kinder than I would've expected coming from him.
    "Yeah, one condition though: Make me food when I get back. I am starving!" I said, whining like a child. I guess that over the time span I've been here (a little over a week) I've been able to show more of my emotions. Not all of them though because that would be just plain stupid. Favorite character or not, Gowther would probably be someone that I can not allow myself to trust, no matter how cute he is. Sifling a giggle, I told Ban that I needed to get something from my bag before I go out.
    Walking toward Ban's room, I thought in silence. My bag has all of the stuff that I have from home. It is like my lifeline in a sense. Sighing, I entered the white room, reaching my right arm up, I pulled my bag off of the peg that hung next to the door. I then practically ran towards the bed and dumped the contents out of my bag. I had a lighter (from when I had to fix a string on my shoes a few days before I came. I DO NOT SMOKE!), an art box filled with pencils, colored pencils, paint brushes, watercolors, a pair of scissors, and BINGO glue sticks! It also had some of my most favorite altoid tin projects that I did with my parents who loved to recycle them. My parents insisted that I carry them with me so that we could work on them straight away after school or so that I could do small touch-ups on the road.
I had an altoid's tazer, altoid's solar panel phone charger, altoid's first aid kit, altoid's fire starter, altoid's speaker, altoid's boredom kit (of which I filled with mini games), Double altoid's coil gun, altoid's catapult, altoid's LED flashlight, altoid's tin candle, altoid's blowgun, altoid's survival kit, altoid's sewing kit, and an altoid's dart gun. Yeah, we had a lot of fun making them. And I was a little obsessed. I had extra altoid tins, some still filled with mints, I had wires and the makings of my next altoid's projects which was a portable fan, lie detector, and an altoid's calculator. I had rechargable batteries and a battery charger, of which I made a solar paneled altoids tin connector for.
Plowing my way through, I had another first aid kit (which was not altoids) filled with medicines that I need; wires of various colors sticking out everywhere; travel kit (also NOT altoids) which had cotton balls, swabs, motion sickness pills, and chapstick.
I pushed away my mini welder.
Reaching towards the bottom of the bag, I pulled out my textbooks. I had my Calculus textbook, Anatomy textbook, Japanese textbook, English 11 textbook, Psychology and Sociology textbook, and World History textbook. Removing these and placing them neatly beside the growing pile of metal tins, I sighed.
I then rummaged around in my bag for some more items. I found a water bottle, a granola bar, a package of Cheetos and Doritos, more chapstick, my makeup bag (even though I hated the stuff, my sisters forced me to carry it with me for them), a sharpie, my normal contacts, circle contact lenses of various colors, contact case, saline solution, glasses case, various colors and sizes of hair ties and bobby pins, my driver's license, three rolls of duct tape, my wallet, and around three packages of Pocky.
Separating the scattered contents of my bag in small piles, I then opened my front two pockets and pulled out my jewelry case. I had piano lessons the day that I "traveled", so I had put my special rings that I wear every day in it. It was a music box that played the song Beauty and the Beast, which was my favorite Disney song. The rings and music box were the last two things that my grandmother gave me.
    Tentatively and shakily, I placed the rings on my fingers. A sterling silver turtle poison ring rested on my middle finger of the left hand, my white gold class ring on my first finger of the same hand. A rectangular onyx gemmed, sterling silver ring with crescent moons on the sides resided on my pointer finger of my right hand and next to it was my favorite ring. My favorite ring was a teardrop peridot gemmed ring that matched my eyes sometimes and had four curving appendages that attached to the ring with three onyx gems studded into the sterling silver tendrils.
    My eyes stung as I looked at the offender that caused my tears. My jewelry box laid open, playing the soft song out. Tracing the designs on the cherry wood, I allowed my hand to enter and stroke the white silk on the inside of the box. I then removed a secret compartment at the bottom of my jewelry box and pulled out a picture and a mini diary dedicated to my grandmother, nicknamed Nana. I pulled open the top of the diary. The cover was colored teal and had green words that I had calligraphed onto the page to say "My Diary to Nana" in beautiful strokes, quite unlike my illegible print, my cursive was flawless. I flipped to the last page and wrote what today's date would've been in my own time and also wrote the date of the time that I am in down underneath it in parenthesis. I then reached up and pinched my arm before I wrote:
    Dear Nana,
Today has been a rough day. I keep on wanting to wake up and realize that the nightmare I've fallen into has stopped. But it doesn't, and no matter how much I implore of it, my pinching still brings pain.This world is foreboding and antagonizing. Villainous. I wish that a Lumiere could come to show fiery hands to the darkness of the world and burn it away. I wish that a Clocksworth could come and take me back to my time. But all of these people are just fairy tales. Do you remember that fairy tale that you made me? The one about Death and Time? Life and Travel? I feel as if I am inside of the Purgatory with them. I am burning and screaming out for this to end, but it doesn't. The flames are consistently lapping up my legs and tearing at my flesh like burning paper. Soon enough, I will be gone at this rate. Nobody will remember me. Even you can't remember me. Nevermind that, anyways, I've got to go.
    Love you Forever and Always,
    Kitten

Shaking my head, I let several tears go as I closed the book. I then tugged on the picture that lay in my lap so that I could dislodge it from the pages it was stuck in-between. The smiling, 62 year old blonde looked at me with chocolate eyes flooded with happiness. I traced the lines on her face, looking at the beauty. She never looked a day over fourty. And now, I will never get to see her in her seventies. I kissed the image, hugging it close to my chest. I loved my family. I never kept secrets from them. My conscience would never allow it. They were my best friends, my Nana, cat, sisters, mother, and father. We were all attached at the hip, only separated when I drowned myself into the world of literature and entertainment. Writing and reading. Drawing and music. Whenever I entered that world, there was no going back. And now, I wish that there was. I wish that I could wake up from this dream.

This isn't some stupid game anymore.
This isn't some funny joke.
This is my reality,
This is my life.
My own life.
This is my
....
Heaven
...
It's my
..
Hell
.
And Nothing
..
Absolutely Nothing
...
Can ever Save me
....
This Purgatory
It's Melting me
Destroying me
Along with my Dreams
Or at least that is what I once thought.
But maybe, just maybe, this will be something
Something Great. Something fun. Something Joyous.
For everyone who is to live,
has lived,
will live,
has committed all of these.
Everyone has committed all of the Seven Deadly Sins.

    Grumbling to myself after wiping away the tears, knowing that I may never see my family again, I walked outside. I was ready to help Diane get herbs, but not only that, I was ready to face my newfound greatest fear.

THE GOD DAMN SHROOMS OF DEATH AND DESTRUCTION!!!
AKA THE CHICKEN-MATANGO!!!
Yeah, weird name, I know. But those things are dangerous! I don't wanna shrink!!!