"Tomorrow is the Mock Battles. I hope you've trained well because you'll be going against other patients and staff, and then... against the King." Dr. Smithe said, ominously. "Yeah! Also, please don't make it as cliche as the last chapter. Like seriously? You're going to just get two young maids, and as soon as you wake up, they have to dress you?!" Clyde said, shaking his head. "Yeah, it's almost like the author ran out of ideas and just found some generic anime with a cool male lead to plagiarize," Danny said, looking straight at the 4th wall, shattering it. "Also, why does this narrator describe things so in detail. Honestly, aren't you supposed to know how to write, to be a writer, and how to describe properly to be a narrator? God, this book is hopeless." Clyde added, smir- Wait... Did he just roast me?! I know this book may be trash and the author might be slow, in both meanings of the word, but... But for me?!?! How dare you second rate, Walmart parking lot brand little s**ts try to mess with me, the one telling the story?!
"Oh, just shut up! You wouldn't even have a story to tell if it weren't for us!" Danny exclaimed. You... Well if we're playing that game then you guys wouldn't exist if the author didn't make you guys. Me, on the other hand, would just narrate another story!!! So I'm immortal!!! (Hey, it's the author, and I'm just here to say if you guys don't shut up and do your jobs I'm going to delete this book and kill you guys with it. I hope you consider what I just said, before this turns into you guy's last argument, Bye.) Everyone in the room was quiet. ... W-Well, let's get to work! YOU GUYS BETTER NOT MESS THIS UP OR I'LL KILL YOU ALL BEFORE THE AUTHOR. *Ahem* Sorry about that readers, the book will start again, don't worry! It's starting in 3, 2, 1!
"Tomorrow is the Mock Battles. I hope you've trained well because you'll be going against other patients and staff, and then... against the King." Dr. Smithe said, ominously. He was leaning against the wall of my room. "Who's the king?" Jonathan said, inquisitively. "He's been the winner for 4 years." Dr. Smithe said, shaking his head glumly. "Why are you so gloomy? He only hurts them until he wins, right?" Jonathan said, a bit worried. "Well, sometimes. Most times, though, he kills them if they're interesting. You're going to be interesting because you can't feel pain anywhere but your head, no matter how normal you look. That's because all those receptors were burnt to a crisp. We could salvage your temperature receptors with our newest technology and with magic, but you can't feel anything, kind of like anesthesia, but you can feel warmth and pressure." Dr. Smithe said, punching Jonathan's arm. His words held true because Jonathan could feel the pressure, but not any pain. "So, what you're saying is, I can feel things, basically, but I can't feel pain?" Jonathan asked. "Basically, yes." Dr. Smithe said.
"Please do your best! Beat them all!" Clyde said, pumped up by the thought of me winning. "Yeah, I don't want to pay another bill to have you buried after your hospital expenses," Danny said, smirking a little. "Well, I hope you fight well, Jonathan. You were one of the only ones who could keep up with Ms. Dreamer, so I have confidence that you'll win." Dr. Smithe said, giving me a thumbs up. "Okay, now it's time for us to take our leave. Good luck, Johny!" Clyde said, walking with Danny and Dr. Smithe out of the room. "Well, I guess I have to go to bed early, huh. I guess tomorrow will be... eventful. Dear mom and dad, please give me strength in this weird world from up there." Jonathan said, putting his hand up toward the ceiling. He then sighed and started to drift to sleep. He had a pretty trippy and terrifying dream. Anyway, he woke up and saw Danny, Dr. Smithe, Anne, Chloe, and finally, Clyde. They were all there, waiting for him to wake up. He was so happy they all did that, so he got out of his bed and hugged them.
Jonathan ushered them out of the room, and then he warmed up and took a shower. He then put on his fighting clothes and let everyone in again. "Hey, guys. Um, Doc?" Jonathan said, sitting on his hospital bed. "Hm? What is it?" Dr. Smithe said, walking up to Jonathan. "Are you sure this is what we fight in? It's just a fancy pair of gloves, a weird collar, some boots, and some pretty short shorts." Jonathan said, motioning to his outfit. "Why, yes it is! Remember, this event is also to raise funds for the hospital, so we need some eye candy for the people in the audience. Also, if you think this is bad, you should see the outfit that the ladies are going to wear. Hopefully, you have enough restraint to control the.. uh, the little guy." Dr. Smithe said. "What? I'll be fighting girls too? I can't do that!" Jonathan said, ignoring that last part. "John, my boy. You know that you'll have to fight women in the real world, right?" Dr. Smithe said. "Well, yes, but this is just a Mock battle! Jonathan said, sweating a bit. "This is to prepare you for the real world! Also, you don't have to seriously injure them, just hurt them enough for them to forfeit." Dr. Smithe said.
"Well then... I guess it's fine. Can I meet the participants? It would help me get a gist of what I have to deal with." Jonathan said, hopeful. "Okay. Just know that you're going to have to be skilled in fighting with your human and your monster body. If you want you could try some light training for your monster body." Dr. Smithe said, gesturing to the door. "We can go too and give you pointers," Danny said, smiling a bit. "Okay, let's go," Jonathan said, smirking and heading to the door. When they arrived, the gym was pretty quiet, a rarity. They were there early so it was understandable. There was only the faint noise of the protein shake machine running quietly in the back of the gym. Jonathan walked up to the obstacle course and cleared it easily at difficulty level 6. Danny moved the difficulty to level 8, and Jonathan cleared that too, with only minimal damage. Clyde walked up and put his hand on the level changer lever. "You ready for level 10?!" Clyde screamed, brimming with excitement and anticipation. "Wait, didn't she say not to-" Jonathan exclaimed, interrupted by hearing the obstacle course walls form, trapping him inside. He looked around, seeing the transparent red walls and the obstacles and the floor starting to warm up.
Jonathan started flying, less panicked than the first time, and started to go through the obstacle course. He mostly dodged all the obstacles, and he couldn't feel pain, so he was pretty relaxed, until the mega blasters. He started flying really fast and had to dodge and destroy the blasters at the same time. He got an arm and a leg burned off, and it hurt. A lot. He toughed through it though, and he got to the finish line. He collapsed, turning back into his human form. "MEDIC!!! HELP!!! COME QUICK!!!" Jonathan yelled, taking off his shirt, using it to block the blood, and applying pressure. "Jonathan! Don't worry, we've got the doctor and the nurses!" Clyde said, running to Jonathan. "WHAT THE H*LL WERE YOU THINKING?!" Dr. Smithe said, putting me on a hospital bed and having another nurse apply a spell to stop the blood flow. "I-I don't know! I didn't know that this would happen!" Clyde said, crying. "YOU ABSOLUTE DUMB**S!!! YOU SHOULD HAVE KNOWN TO NOT PUT IT AT THE HIGHEST DIFFICULTY!!!" Dr. Smithe screamed, enraged. "I-I'm sorry! I'm so, so sorry!!!! I'm so sorry!!!!!!" Clyde exclaimed, collapsing to the ground and crying. "Please don't be so hard on him. I didn't die, doc. I'm ok, I promise. I know you guys will fix this somehow, with your magic and whatnot, so please lighten up, doc." Jonathan said, placing his hand on Dr. Smithe's chest.
"W-Well then, ok. GET HIM TO THE EMERGENCY ROOM, NOW!!!" Dr. Smithe said, turning to the doctors. "Yes, sir!" The doctors said in unison as they race through corridors, ending up in his room. They finished up with Jonathan's surgery and Jonathan could move everything except his right leg and left arm. He managed to move it up to his face and it looked like a regular hand. "Let's postpone the contest for a week. That'll be enough time for Jonathan to heal completely and get used to his friggin' cyborg body." Dr. Smithe said, clearly unenthused about the whole situation. "Yeah, that seems fair. I'll go notify the others." A doctor with purple hair said as she walked away, a clipboard in her hand. "Wow, you all look really stressed. Are you guys ok?" Jonathan said, sitting up. They all turned with surprised expressions and their mouths agape. "I said I was okay, didn't I? I can start my training now, right?" Jonathan said, excited to start training again. "Yes, yes. All your vitals are fine, but you should rest. You might hurt yourself." Dr. Smithe said, worry in his voice. "Okay..." Jonathan said, starting to go to bed.
The next day, Jonathan woke up and went right to doing his regular warm-ups. It was a bit difficult at first, but then Jonathan got used to controlling his arms and legs. He could still feel a bit in his right arm and left leg, both the other limbs feel like nothing. He couldn't feel hot and cold in those limbs, just pressure. He could feel pretty fine in the rest of his body, besides pain. It was really weird to Jonathan, but he did his warm-ups anyway. He took a bath and could feel the water on his left arm and right leg, but he couldn't feel the warmth of the water at all. It made him feel a bit sad, losing his ability to feel those important things. r. Smythe and the maids walked in and Jonathan immediately asked if he could train. "Mmmm... Sure. Just be really careful, okay?" Dr. Smythe said, patting Jonathan on the shoulder. He was lifting his arm away when Jonathan grabbed the doctor's hand with his cyborg-like hand. "Wait. Why can't I feel anything in this arm? I can feel the temperature in the rest of my body so why..." Jonathan said, clasping Dr. Smythe's hand in his and looking up at him. "W-Well, We could recreate your pressure feeling nerves, but not the others. I... I'm really sorry." Dr. Smythe said, blushing a bit.
Jonathan sighed a bit and then turned to the nurses. "Can we all go to the gym? I really want to train." Jonathan said, letting go of the doctor's hand. "Let's go then!" Anne said, starting to walk out of the room. Everyone followed her and they were in the gym. Jonathan was walking to one of the machines when someone stepped in front of him. "Hey, you!" The king said, looking down at Jonathan.