The Universe Ends With You

Chapter 10

Zy approaches Rolan, he slams his fist down on the table. "What is in that trap door Rolan?"

"Why do you care?" Rolan says, casually- then turns to anger. " I told you to never go to that trapdoor!"

Zy whips around- "I looked in it."

Rolan pauses- his eyes slick left and right slowly-
"I told you-" Rolan begins his voice low."

"There's nothing there." Zy says firmly.
Rolan's looks at Zy, his eyes piercing. "I should have left you to die." Rolan says his voice very quiet- but still filled with anger.

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Rolan casually puts his hand in his pocket. His arm twitches, and he opens his mouth to speak-but can form words properly. He watches Zy- in his much older state then when he found him with a massive gouge in his knee.

Rolan had- or has- always wondered why Zy stayed with him. Rolan had always just assumed that Zy had no place to be without his Zoomer- which the now dead, Bez had had.
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Bez was now dead killed the red coated man under the Oxi-City. The red coat- or as his real name was- Bry. Well, Bry took the Zoomer. He took it to sell it- just for a few Units, since the Zoomer- had many issues and was now broken. But the murder of Bez had occurred just under a Earth year ago. Bez's body was burned by very hot- fumes that the Oxi-Cities give out, every few days. Bez's body was no more that a black looking log. That has 4 stance looking limbs, extending off of the main section of "log".
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Zy stares at Rolan. "Tell me the truth Rolan." Zy says firmly. Rolan pauses. "It's just dirt underneath it." Rolan says- now calmly trying to play it off. But Zy doesn't believe him. "When did you look in it?" Rolan asks Zy. "Three years ago." Zy's voice is still firm. (That's when I had a lot more Units...) Rolan shakes the thought away. "Tell me the truth- Rolan."
Zy says again- with a very firm and unmoving voice.
Rolan touches the hem of his pocket, the thread that hang off of it- "Tell me." Zy says again.
"I just put it there." Rolan says- again trying to play it off. "Why?"
Rolan can't think of anything else to say. "I'm done with this-" Rolan's says and pushes open the door to go outside. Zy doesn't try to stop him. Rolan steps outside and turns the corner, out of Zy's view- who is now standing in the doorway of the shack.

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Bry stands in the Oxi-City, still attempting to sell the Zoomer. Bry had lowered the price to 150 Units. Still no sale.

After the day ends- Bry locks the Zoomer to a safe storage port. Then Bry goes to his home. His home- being the streets. Or the rocks- or the- anywhere. Bry didn't care. And Bry was...or...had gone through it. The Willowing. But he didn't know it himself. Not yet. For- I would not tell him. I would not tell him until he did something for me.

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He steps into the still semi-busy streets of the Oxi-City. His hair matted- teeth gray- eyes sunken. His head was just peeling skin- and bones just below. His skull? No...for this one- had gone through the Willowing nearing the end. The point when their one that has gone though the Willowing dies. With their skull getting so thin, when they moved their head- their brain would slap the skull and crack it. After a few good slaps- the host would be dead. Killed by the Willowing. Many people had died that way. The Willowing. It was named the Willowing because the hosts skull would willow away. There were special Oxi-City's that would take in people- or species that were suffering from the Willowing- saying that there was treatment there. When in reality- there was no treatment or cure for the Willowing. It was a trap. As soon as you would enter into the Oxi-Cities there was no way out. Trapped forever until you died, because of the Willowing or suicide of the edge of the city, and other ways...

He walks to the Zoomer that he had spotted from across the street. He steps closer to it- and bends down and touches its metal chassis. The Zommer with its dark brown rust- color- and it's workmen edges, almost...almost...glitters. He holds the handlebars in his hands. The worn grips make his hands have a slimy feeling. But- he ignores it and examine it further. He looks toward its internals- (The Oxi-motor needs to be replaced) he thinks. His eyelids are almost clear as he blinks. Another effect of the Willowing. After a moment he stands up- and walks away as if nothing had happened. And nothing had happened. He looks down at his hand- as it seems to almost swell up- with a burning feeling.

He steps of the sidewalk and-