"You, sir hero, have been persecuted of rape by these three woman!" The big, jolly, fattass sat on the throne looking at me in rage. This immense sense of bullshittery I sense in this room is so heavy that not even the vacuum of space could lift it. Where do I begin? Let's start... when I got back to the Inn. The cold morning as my unarmored self made my way over to the warm bedsheets of the room I had gotten.
Weedle ways Inn 6:41
Unlocking the door, setting the keys down, hopping into the second bed across from the Rosalie peacefully sleeping, sprawled across the floor. I dug myself under the sheets like a weeb in an anime. My slug like body curling deeper into the sheets as the oxygen around was replaced with body heat. A small grin crept onto my face in this cozy warm shell. But, all nice things must come to an end. Suffering is eternal.
Three men, dressed in iron armor. Kicked through the door yelling for me. "Fifth hero! If you are here come out now and face your doings!" The far left knight yelled into this small room. I mean, it's a four yard by five yard room with a closet. To respond to them, I slowly rolled out of bed and onto the floor while Rosalie jumped up in surprise. "W-Whats happening?" She asked to her peers? I don't know. She was the knight captain. I slowly got loose from the bed covers as everyone just stared at the wiggly pile of blankets. A moment of silence befell everyone while I was trying to escape. Finally figuring out that it was a futile attempt alone, "... Okay, can someone help me?" I asked for assistance. "Here, I'll help-" before Rosalie could unwrap me one of the knights cut her off. "Step away Lady Plantagenet. Let us handle this heathen." Just like that, I was kicked into a wall, at least the sheets were loose.
Standing up and stretching out my arms I looked down at the puny five foot tall people in front of me. "So what's the deal-?" Not getting a chance at finishing my question as two knights dragged me away. "Okay then..." the words slipped out as I was dragged with Rosalie following from behind. We both had questioning looks on our faces. We don't understand the situation, not yet, maybe not ever really. The street are empty and it's cloudy, if it rains there's no table top for cover. At one point we made it to the throne room.
They threw onto the floor face down in the carpet. "Owee..." the sound got mumbled into the carpet. Rosalie was helping me up into my feet when I noticed everyone's either angered or distressed glares. The other heroes were no exception. "This time sir hero you will be let off for your deeds. But you will lose your current companions and have minimal help from us." Silence befell the room. If only I knew the situation I would've burned the place down in hindsight. "What is happening? I'm... very confused." With that more rage filled the king's expression. "You, sir hero, have been persecuted of rape by these three woman!" And that's where paragraph one is. Looking at the woman, I'm struck with some sort of faint familiarity. Then it struck me, they're the prostitutes down red lane! No wait... they're from the Inn where we got hammered. I remember them staring at me with sharp smiles.
"Woah woah. You think I raped those girls? That's not what I do, even if I do something similar I'd be a womanizer, but I'm not." If their face could fold anymore they'd form a rip in space. "Even if I did this, where's proof of this prosecution.", "The proof is my advisor. She saw the whole thing unfold and ran to tell us." A woman stepped forward. She wore a dress and a golden hair pin. "So you just trust her word like that? That seems like a flawed court system." To a sort of relief, Moatsu stepped forward agreeing with me. "That's true. You cannot trust someone's word solely no matter who they are." I watched him speak up before looking back at the fooled bastard. "You are correct, but we do have proof otherwise. We had the back alley of the Inn where the crime took place checked for clues. We found a small object and a bra.", 'I'll take that bra if it's used.' Anyways, ignoring my joke, a knight came in holding a pink bra and a bullet shell. One for my revolver, odd. Wonder how they got that. "From what we've heard from Brooke Andersmith who's saw you juggling these things before stuffing them away. You are the only one with knowledge and access to this. That means you had done the crime!" Everyone was silent, people stared at me in hatred and disgust. The only others that didn't were Rosalie and Moatsu, they bore confused and shocked faces. The silence broke when I started to laugh like a madman.
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FantasyClint Muksinov, an average 21 year old. Likes normal things, quite a gun nut, and the world's biggest fuck you... gets hit by a plane brought down by a building which was made unstable from a truck. Essentially Truck-kun, Plane-Chan, and Apartment-S...
