"I… I… I thought you were beautiful and wanted to confess my love for you".
"Huh!?".
…
"Are you fucking insane?", a loud cracking along with the sensation of flowing liquid deep in my shoulder.
"Fuck!".
I grunted in pain, it seemed that no matter what I did, I was going to suffer in some way.
"Sigh, stop being such a wuss, I just dislocated your shoulder".
Another crack, this time less painful. Almost if I had been relieved of the excruciating pain, while keeping a burning sensation all over my skin.
My face was red by this point. I just wanted her to get off of me.
"You dislocated my fucking shoulder!!!".
"Yeah, but you were being a creep".
"I was trying to ask for some help".
"By confessing your love for me?"
"You acted as if asking for help was gonna get me killed".
"You're overreacting".
Our fighting felt almost as though we were 2 siblings, complaining about who ate the last piece of cake.
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…
…
GHRRRRAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!
My rage could not be contained and yet somehow I pulled through. I swear, if my eyes were bulging out of their sockets, I wouldn't be surprised. My internal screams shook me to my core.
"Ok, ok… I am busy, but to make it up to you, I'll tell you about some stuff later".
She looked to the side, scratching her neck, looking as though she felt bad.
You think that's enough, you bitch!!!???
"Yeah, no.. thanks…".
I grit my teeth, the words that came out my mouth, far from how I truly felt. I just didn't want her to dislocate my other shoulder as well.
"Hmph, I really am a good person. You're really lucky".
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…
"Well then, Cya!", she left cheerily.
From what I could tell from her personality, she probably sang praises of herself in her mind as she walked away. That would explain why she looked so joyful after that previous comment.
I picked myself up off of the floor.
"That's Freya, don't mind her".
I turned to my left, glaring.
"I know she can be a bit of a handful".
"A bit?", I retorted, analysing the man in front of me.
His hair was somehow pulled into short but perfect spikes.
"Oh… Karaf, you?", he introduced himself, waiting for my answer.
"Fork".
"F-Fork…".
"Yeah".
"Like, pfft… the utensil? pfft", he snorted, puffing out large bursts of air as he tried to control his laughter.
"Yeah, the utensil… is everyone around here so rude?".
"Ahahhahahahahahahh, sorry no… ahahhah ugh, uhh I can't, hahaha…".
"Yeah, the fuck is Karaf… it's uhh, stupid. Like who named you that".
"…Fork…", he pulled his hands together, pulling them apart, gesturing as though he were carefully observing a magnificent painting.
He continued to laugh.
I swear if this continued any further, I was going to kill this man.
"Hah… hah… I can't laugh any more, I'm out of breath".
"I'll make sure it stays that way".
"Yeah yeah, I'm sorry… I haven't laughed like that in a while".
"Is that supposed to make me feel better?".
"Uhhh".
"Ugh, I don't even care anymore".
"Fork".
"SHUT UP!"
"You know Fork, you're quite unlucky to have been chosen as a sixth".
"…why?".
"You really think we get to have this entire place to ourselves for free?".
"Is it not because we are…".
"Special? No. Higher Quality? No".
"Then why-".
"We are here to make the owners money".
"You are a slave, Fork. By the looks of it, you just became one of us. It won't be long until you're dead. Adapt".
"I need to go now, but one last word of advice, Fork, don't take things at face value".
"Stop acting so mysterious".
"You'll find out soon enough, don't worry", he leisurely strolled away, waving as he walked in the same direction as Freya.
Rather than staying there any longer, i at least felt the need to find my room.
With how lavish the place looked, I couldn't help but hold high expectations of my new room.
The more I walked, the more I realised how difficult it would be to find my room.
An arrow?
I didn't think following the ominous looking arrow was a smart thing to do… but it's not like they'll kill me here, I'm still of value after all.
Following arrow after arrow, I finally stood in front of a dark wooden door.
To its side was a sign with the name Fork, I didn't tell them my name till I had arrived, they were quick with the designation.
I entered the room.
I couldn't help but marvel at the decor and luxury. I didn't realise how much I was missing when I left home. A… king sized… bed… I almost cried at the sight.
For far too long had I been sleeping on shitty, single person beds, with zero to no cushioning. With my heightened emotions, I did the only thing that I could think of.
Opening the door, I walked outside. One, two, three- I ran toward the bed, diving into the soft cushioning. What utter bliss…
All the energy that I had lost, seemed to come straight back to me.
But I couldn't stay here much longer. I had decided to explore the rest of the floor, lest I be met with any other problems in the future. The conversation with that guy didn't really let my stomach sit right, either.
"There's the bathroom, oh there's a training room-".
I stepped inside.
The most ginormous beast of a man, stood toward the end of the room. His bulky frame, stared into the mirror, admiring the muscles he had built. Even with his size, you could still see the individual striations.
I think it would be better to visit another time… I began to walk out.
"Hey", a deep grumbling voice assaulted my ears. He didn't seemed pleased at sudden interruption
"YES!", I had never stood more straight in my life.
"Close the door on your way out".
"YES!".
"Wait a second…".
…
"You're new, aren't you?".
"Yes…".
He plod his way toward me.
"You don't look like much, but thinking of that kid… maybe there's more to you, let's fight!".
I should've just stayed in bed.