~Freddy Girault~
It was the beginning of the afternoon and I was still aimlessly walking through the streets of Malwayne Coast's Business District, hands in my pockets and looking slightly down as I contemplated multiple things about my life. I was a shithead gangster, I know that and wouldn't pout about it but perhaps I could eventually change things. By that I mean I was considering what it would be like to be something, make a family and have enough cash to not even care if my honest job is underpaid. These thoughts were mostly invoked by the multiple families I crossed paths with during this little stroll in a city I was slowly discovering. Soon after drowning in my mind, my new phone started to vibrate for an extended period of time, signaling an incoming call. As I pulled it out I saw Petersen's name written large on the flashing screen. I slid the lock mechanism on the machine and answered my employer's call.
"Salut, Florient."
I answered, calling him by his first name as he always preferred it that way, unlike many other narcissistic assholes I would end up working for from time to time. Though I'm not saying his ego isn't inflated, nor is he by any means a good person, but he was slightly more enjoyable than the average mob boss in France. He would then reply to my introduction with his raspy, Paris flavored voice as he blew out smoke from probably a cigar, knowing him.
"Heh, ouaip salut gros. Ces FDP de Nyakwes sont heureux de la marchandise et de toi. Tu auras ton fric demain dans ton beau compte en banque, et je te tiendrai au courant pour le reste de la marchandise d'ici quelques jours. Donc reste dans les parages. Okay amigo?"
I kept walking while listening to him congratulating me and saying how the 'Chinks' were happy of my efficiency. Not that this job required really any effort or added quality but whatever, maybe the more than shady side of this deal meant tensions for everyone. I stopped on my tracks when he warned me that I had to stay a few more days to finish what this operation started. What the Chinese man said early rang in my head once more, maybe this was going to be the second part of the deal. Since he's paying me tomorrow I'm guessing I'll be paid for this too, knowing Florient all too well, so I would just nod to myself.
"Bon, dac. Tu me laisses pas tomber avec une nouvelle paie, hein?"
I answered, before he chuckled a bit in order to give a positive response before hanging up. I rolled my eyes and closed the phone as well. I sighed for a second and hailed a taxi so I could get back to the hotel. As I swiftly got back to my attributed hotel, considering it was still the middle of the afternoon, I hit the casino with a little extra cash and eventually attacked the classy bar when it got a little darker. Ugh, there were glasses, and some girls alright, but Jesus fucking Christ I think I forced a little too much on... Whatever I took. Near 2 am I was on my bed, wasted and half asleep. I quickly fell into a deep sleep with all my clothes on, my sunglasses on the floor and slightly cracked due to obvious carelessness. I had a dreamless sleep that night and my awakening would be a flash away from the instant I slumbered.
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I rubbed my head as I woke up in what appeared to be my covers all over my body. I slowly crawled out with the little will I had with this absurd hangover from the other night. I must have moved a whole damn lot to end up plunged in the covers, and all naked to add to that. What the fuck did I do during my sleep? I remember returning alone to my room and just falling on my tidied bed. I wasn't one to move a whole lot at night either, even after taking some heavy drugs. I attempted to roll over to the right edge of the bed, the distance being grater than I anticipated, yet I thought I was close to the right edge than the left one. Those drinks probably had a lot more than just alcohol given my condition, and if that stuff lasts this long, it would probably sell well in the market. As I hit the edge I tried to reach my foot down to touch the floor. Automatically I would push the rest rest of my body out assuming I was nearly touching the ground, and BANG. I hit the floor head on as if I fell over my bed during sleep. This made no sense at all.
As I got up, my body felt strangely light, and everything appeared MUCH bigger than it should be. Holy shit, I was tripping balls. This drug must be one hell of a molecule because man I had never felt this before. I could see pretty normally but my hearing would always have this prolonged beep going on, like when you're exposed to a really loud noise or prolonged loud music, it just keeps buzzing in your ear. As I raised my hand to scratch my head, I felt something completely abnormal. I had trouble reaching out toward parts of my body but when I touched a mass I believed my ear, I froze. It was huge, and furry. And my hands, they didn't feel normal either, because of the texture but also the lack of thumbs. I turned my head to look at those parts and my eyes widened. They looked like some overgrown Hamster's parts. My heart raced as I thought I was hallucinating in a massive scale. I ran over to the bathroom, having a lot of trouble keeping my balance given my new size and weight and as I arrived I looked up at the sink. I was quite high and I'd have to jump to each it. As I tensed my thigh muscles I had grown already accustomed to through this quick walking session, I bounced myself upwards. However, not knowing how to regulate such a light body and being completely oblivious to the strength in my legs, I was propelled up the ceiling and banged my head pretty hard against the all, only to fall over like a turd on the floor.
It took me five seconds to gather the courage to get back up and rub my head. That hurt, and that was really unexpected. How could this be possible? I've had severe hallucinations before but I walked normally after a few tries and such a hit to the head would at least distort everything, but it remained the same. I controlled the jump this time, still jumping a little too high but avoiding the ceiling as well, I landed on the sink. Before checking the mirror I quickly rinsed my face with cold way, only to have a mass of hair blocked out my view. It didn't even surprise me anymore. As I tried to clear my face, I realized it felt like I have to gargantuan beard hiding my eyes. Once I could see, I finally acknowledged how bad the situation was.
"C'est. Quoi. Ce. BORDEL!"
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~Jade Fintch~
"The Hell?"
I told myself that, out loud, like a goddamn moron when I saw myself get muted for NO REASON in the chat. Well, no official reason other than the owner's stupid action toward me despite promising him freedom from his tormenting virginity. What an ungrateful prick, I offer him hope (albeit false), and he treats me like I'm some random douche he hangs out with on the internet. I quickly whipped up an email to him expressing my DEEPEST CONCERNS toward his sporadic actions toward me and eventually managed to get him in a pity train toward our "Relationship" I created. After releasing this steam, I realized just how boring this all got really fast when that Evanist guy just dropped in. It was probably him anyway, considering his sudden change of status. I'll save his case for another day, right now I will enjoy myself some good ol' Prison Break Season 3. Yeah, they just got out of Prison, I wondered I things would turn out for out prisoner friends.
I watched the series for the remainder of the day and even for most of the night, only taking a break to get food or watch some dumb video I felt like watching to change the atmosphere a bit. In other words, I was wasting my day on the computer. Not that I cared about this kind of hygiene as no one was actually here to judge me. When my mind couldn't take it anymore, I closed the computer and just went to sleep on the same bed I sat my ass on all day while using that piece of shit Toshiba.
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My God as I thought about what I watched, I realized how bad this TV series was becoming when they actually broke out from prison. I actually got a pretty nasty nightmare of them ending up in a stupid island that travels in time and makes absolutely no sense, absolutely deserving of a shitty Japanese game flick. I was having a rough night actually, waking up multiple times, only to get up near 8 am as I heard one of my neighbors shouting for no apparent reason. At first I didn't give two shits about that and I simply got up to get water at the kitchen. It all went well, I didn't hear anymore noise, but after I finished my cup, oh boy did the name 'Jehova' just enter my top 10 most hated words. That fat fuck kept shouting out how Jehova was bringing judgement and kept banging on things, getting other neighbors worked up, thus creating a mess of people shouting. I just wanted to go back to sleep. As I walked back to my bedroom, I suddenly couldn't feel by foot and I simply lost balance, only to hit my head against my night table pretty hard.
I hit the corner of it, hurting pretty bad in the meantime but oddly enough it didn't hurt that much, and the force I hit it with would inevitably cause a pretty bad wound, such as bleeding? No, nothing, I actually barely felt any pain when I touched it. As I got back up, I would lose balance again and fall on my posterior this time. This was ridiculous, my foot isn't asleep and Prison wasn't THAT BAD to give me brain tumors. That and the fucking shouting that kept going on started to REALLY piss me off. I'd try once more, this time fixating my legs as I slowly stood back up. I smirked when this actually worked, thinking that maybe this was just me not sleeping enough. But as I straightened myself, I could see my feet as if they were igniting in some bizarre colored flames. Out of mere shock I fell for the third time, this time on my entire back. There again, it hurt like a fall would hurt but wouldn't last. As I peered over to my legs, they were all normal and great. This was worrying me now, was I sick or mentally disturbed because of all the stupid crap I hear from people or the internet or did Encyclopedia Dramatica finally turn me into an insane basement dweller?
I stood up, and didn't lose my balance this time. I rushed in my bathroom to felt some Aspirin or whatever would help my head handle this madness, swallowing on of those pills before washing my face with tap water. As I looked in the mirror, I looked completely fine. I couldn't help it, I checked my chest hoping my lack of balance would be due to a sudden huge growth in my chest, but no such luck. I sighed and closed my eyes, telling myself I was just having a VERY bad morning. Opening them up upon reassuring myself, I saw a terrifying, really hard to describe creature in my place, moving exactly as I would. I screamed, but just slightly, making it more of a squeak. But a few eye blinks later and everything was normal again.
This was starting to scare me, was I sick or really going insane? I rushed back to my room and turned on my computer to, you guessed it, look up my symptoms. But as I opened my browser, my home page being youtube would pop up and there, well, I saw what was happening. So many new videos from around the globe suggested with extremely unnerving thumbnails, as if we discovered an alien race. I clicked on a couple and I could see animal-like people talking, but one looked like some creepy, skinny man with makeup and barely ever talked as if he were... A mime. So much information in so little time, I had no idea what was going on. I looked perfectly normal next to them, yet I've been feeling like I've never felt before nor have I ever seen someone act like they had these symptoms before. When I got more aware of the situation, I was more conscious of the noise that didn't originate from the commotion in my apartment building. Oh no, I could hear the multiple car alarms and gunshots echoing through the nearby squares. I was just too afraid to look out the window and acknowledge what the fuck was going on. There was fear, but also the gunshots coming from the floor right above me. A loud thump would be heard hitting the floor right over me. My neighbor from upstairs probably had a gun shot up there and someone was hit. I turned pale, as this insanity was just getting more and more stressful. From the apartment right over me, I could hear that Jehova guy singing some religious song while others kept shouting either at him or something else. More gunfire could be heard and this time the shouting turned into screaming. It sounded like the crazy guy was shooting people one by one, banging on doors as he walked by them.
Out of fear, I hid under my bed with my phone and my laptop, completely petrified and unable to distract myself, I could only heard his footsteps intruding each property and terrorizing the people living in them. I closed my ears with my hands and closed my eyes, hoping this would quickly stop and I would wake up from this out of wack dream. Please... I just want to wake up and watch stupid TV series...
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