The Bittersweet Honor

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  The skeleton I longed to see the least. Right in front of my face. Great as if this day could never get any worse.
  Fell sans grins knowing he caught me off guard.

He grabbed my puffy sweater and dragged me away with him.

"Hey Boss, come check what was hiding in the woods this morning." He says throwing me to the ground.

"It's pathetic get rid of it and get back to work you arrogant piece of...." His brother mutters the rest while strolling away leaving me with embarrassment all over my face and Fell with a disturbed and confused look. Was he expecting that his brother would kill me or reward him?

Everyone's so weird.

I slowly get up from off the ground and tiptoe away while he was still in a trance.

"Where do you think you're going?" He asks.

Crud, was he still paying attention?

I dash away and open a portal however he beat me to the portal and I ran directly into his ribs. Then I fell back on my butt bones.

He swoops me up, this time grabbing my waist and me being the dummy I am, I crash. I wake up in Red's room red sitting on a chair backwards facing me.

"Why did you take me?" I ask.

"Why don't you guess." He says playfully with a gaze that states, 'oh you are kidding me right?' However he did it with a smile that read 'I am being sarcastic, I know you know.'

"Are you mad or something?" I ask. Scratching my cold flame head.

"As if I couldn't tell who you are Destroyer. I saw it in your eyes, you have bone fingers that resemble them. I could be wrong. But I will never forget anyone who steals my dam chocolate and pulls that stupid shiz you did last time you came here." He tells me giving me an accusing stare.

I felt a shiver down my back but I had nothing to regret. He must be trying to gain some kind of Karmatic retribution off of me. It is working, the only problem is that I don't care. All the points he could gain won't stop me. I am just too determined, too something. For him to ever win he would have to render me useless, and that will never happen so that will end with me winning.

He is lucky I would get bored after getting rid of everything so that nothing can be created again and I would feel more lonely than I am. All because of that guy, I find more and more reasons to continue my 'job'. I just destroy what I feel like. I dislike destroying sad universes because they relate to me too much so I find the root and I pull out the weeds blocking me from having my fun.

Did I mention I am psychopathic?

No?

Kay...

I am not. I never became like that until he came into my life. I only keep the extra universes because I need them to generate most of the stuff so I can feel productive. Other days the Creator is too active and I feel I will become overwhelmed later with work. And the sensations of 404 come back to me. The will to destroy acting on it's own.

I feel like I am being controlled at times being told what to do from the mouth feeding me. But it is coming from something deep inside. A burning hatred telling me how to survive.

"If you're nice... I will give it back." I tell him.

"No, keep the chocolate, but keep this in mind. You owe me."

"Owe you what?" I ask sitting up.

My arms and legs were attached by magical red chains to the legs of the bed. I could sit up and stand. But I couldn't stray too far from the bed.

"You owe me your life." He growls taking my neck and bringing it close to him where our faces would meet.

He curses silently under his breath then drops me to the ground and walks out of the room.

Then I felt a horrible sensation.

"No it can't be possible. They checked not to long ago. Why are they back? Why are they here?" I ask panicking.

"Good evening dear, you don't seem to belong here, did you get lost?"

"Hello Norton. So I guess you caught me." I say with a grin, but my voice was deflating like a balloon that had a hole in it.
  "Well it doesn't seem fair with your certain circumstances. But I will take it." He says ripping the chains off and tugging my depressed self off of the bed.
  He keeps me in his arms until we get into the void. Norton raises a hand and a door magically appears. He swivels around and grabs my wrists dragging me in through the door.
  "Where am I?" I ask. Falling to the ground on the vibrant green field we stood in.
  "Does everything have to be about you?" Norton sneers.
  I furrow my non-existent brows at him and follow him through the warm plain.
  He goes towards a large cottage type mansion with silver gates and grey and black stones around a fountain. I only barely see through the jets of water and could only make out a black door. With translucent flowers crystal flowers.
  He looks at me and tilted his head towards the door when the gates finally opened.
  In the front yard there was a garage, a poisonous plants garden, and the most visible feature of the house was the Fruit tree. It's branches were weighed down by clusters of large cherry looking fruit. And the one next to it was pear, jasmine trees and blushing sandalwood. A orchard of fruit at their reach.
  "So why did you bring me here?" I ask hurrying to catch up with Norton.
  "Just go inside. I will explain that later." He says opening the door and shooing me inside.

  I took a glance around the cottage. It was quite homely. I stroll over to the couch and sit down.
  I felt a entity enter my personal space. When I whip my head in the direction of the energy. Firewall put his hands near my skull in disbelief.
  "Why are you damaged?" He asks.
  "Fight with someone." I tell him.
  He moves close and begins healing me.
  "Why?" I ask as my skull was repaired from pulverized dust and shards.
  He gives me a small smile.
  "Because my true job is to correct error's and destroy viruses. I make a shield, Norton is the sword, Trojan is the skill. But our first job is to stop you from making our cleaning harder." He says grabbing my chin making me flinch.
  "As if. You're the one hindering me!" I shout pointing to the middle of his forhead.
  "Well then you won't mind this then." He says. His translucent black body disappears. Then I feel a pain from inside. Next second I am passing out.

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