Save The Dragon! - Chapter 8 "Self-Hater"
United Kingdom of Bri'ish and Irish, City of London, Royce Melvin Studios
In a barely lit room, a dark-haired man with a tired expression could be seen drawing on a tablet. Besides the tablet, there was a picture depicting a younger him holding the hands of a young toddler.
*Cough*
"Thank you," Wilson said as he imagined people who witness his current state would subconsciously say 'bless you'.
"Just a few more frames, Wilson, just a few more..." Wilson said to himself as he drew on the tablet.
Yes, Wilson was indeed an animator, an overworked animator. He was currently working on the latest addition to the Yarney's Barnyard franchise, The [Yarney: Invasion of The Crow] movie.
On Wilson's tablet, a cartoon scarecrow holding the legendary rainbow yarn could be seen running down a staircase whilst being chased down by a large crow-like griffin.
"Sigh... I need to get some coffee" Wilson commented as he got up and made his way to the break room.
However, he noticed something peculiar when doing so.
"Why the hell are the lights flickering so much?" Wilson complained.
"No way can the studio have such an apparent electrical problem without anyone reporting it... But seeing as the lights are still like this, I guess I'll have to do it " He was currently working overtime till morning so the higher-ups weren't here... he'll have to wait till the end of his shift to report this problem.
"And what's with all these weird feathers? don't tell me the janitor became lazy..." He complained as he accidentally stepped on a bunch of weird black feathers.
"Whatever, not my job..." He said as he opened the door to the break room.
He walked over to the coffee machine and made an expresso for himself.
"The studio really gives off creepy vibes at night..." He complained whilst sipping his cup o' joe.
After finishing his drink, he walked over to the mirror to check on his current look.
On the mirror was a 6,1 ft tall black-haired man with a disheveled and tired expression wearing the company uniform. Wilson's gray eyes wandered to his chest where a silver nameplate bearing his name was attached to his suit. The name 'Wilson Knight Jr' was engraved on the plate.
"Man, I look so pathetic... I'll have to get home before Penny wakes up, can't let her see her old man like this..." Wilson said.
"What time is it, anyway?" He asked himself as he took a glance at his watch.
"04.20? Damn, Management better give me a good raise after depriving me of sleep like this" While he felt like a simple overtime shift didn't warrant a sizable wage raise, he was actually on an overtime streak that had lasted for at least a month now.
Forget managing to get home and tidy up, Penny would already be at school when he reached home.
"Damn you, my work-aholic ethic... because of you I can't even see my daughter after a tiring day of work" Will complained.
This guy complains so much, No wonder his wife divorced him...
"Forget it... I guess I'll go back to animating now..." Wilson grumbled.
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"Hissssss... Sob... Sob" a combination of crying and hissing could be heard from inside a dumpster.
The Mutant boy laid there whilst Mutant Flies surrounded him, eager for an easy meal. The Mutant had severe scratch marks all over his monstrous body parts... though these marks clearly came from himself...
Thomas- No, The Mutant, was but a shadow of his former self. His entire lower body had mutated into a long serpentine tail, His ears grew long and furry like a bat's, and His eyes reptilian. from his elbows to his hands, scales grew all over, and from his fingers, long reptilian claws jutted out. His forked tongue hissed and liked the air as it sent olfactory information to his brain.
Whilst he could no longer be called a human, his mutation in comparison to the other mutants was definitely less severe, and the fact that he still had a ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ด๐ต๐ญ๐บ intact mind supported this.
Though it seemed like Thomutant didn't think the same.
---โฅผ๏ผ-1 ๐๐ข๐ญ๐๐ฅ๐ข๐ญ๐ฒ๏ผโฅฝ---
Cause of Damage: ๐๐๐ฅ๐-๐๐๐ซ๐ฆ
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"Sob...Sob" Thomutant whimpered quietly as he kept hurting himself...
Then suddenly a celebratory sound effect resounded through his mind.
---โฅผ๏ผ๐๐๐ก๐ข๐๐ฏ๐๐ฆ๐๐ง๐ญ ๐๐ง๐ฅ๐จ๐๐ค๐๐๏ผโฅฝ---
"๐๐จ๐๐ฒ ๐๐ฒ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐จ๐ซ๐ฉ๐ก๐ข๐"
Inflict more than <1> damage to yourself because of self-hatred due to a perceived flaw in your appearance.
+๐๐ ๐๐๐ is awarded.
๐๐% of the damage gained by ๐๐๐ฅ๐-๐๐๐ซ๐ฆ will now be resisted.
๐๐๐ฆ๐๐ซ๐ค: Seek therapy.
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"Oh, Fuck you too!" Thomonster shouted.
"Achievement my assssss..."
Thomutant slowly left the dumpster and slothful slithered across the stone pavement to a nearby rain puddle.
"Oh... Thomasssss, what the hell issss happening to you?" He asked in horror as he witnessed his own monstrous form for a second time.
---โฅผ๏ผYou Have Mutated๏ผโฅฝ---
"I know that!" He shouted.
"...And you answer questionsss?" He asked the System.
---โฅผ๏ผEvery Situation Calls For A Different Response, We Answer Questions Worth Answering๏ผโฅฝ---
"Then... What are you?" He knew what a system was, he had read many novels where such a cliche was prominent. But basing his idea of what the System was with fantasy novels is just asking to for trouble.
---โฅผ๏ผWe Are ๐๐จ๐๐ข๐ฎ๐ฌ๏ผโฅฝ---
"I'm not assssking who you are, I'm asking what you are" He complained.
--โฅผ๏ผWe Are ๐๐จ๐๐ข๐ฎ๐ฌ๏ผโฅฝ---
"... I guess you're not fully sentient then" He stated.
--โฅผ๏ผThat Is Up For Your Interpretation๏ผโฅฝ---
"For a glorified AI, You sure do articulate wordsss like a perssson..." He commented
Mobius did not respond.
"Well, I guessss I need to focus on the sssituation now" Something in the back of his mind kept telling him to go out there and just talk to people, which was quite unusual since he was normally introverted.
"Ssstatss Pleassse" He requested.
--โฅผ๏ผVocal Commands Are Unnecessary, To View Your ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐, Simply Think About It๏ผโฅฝ---
"Okay," He said as he proceeded to do just that.
---โฅผ๏ผ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๏ผโฅฝ---
๐๐ ๐ - ๐๐/๐๐๐ ๐๐๐
๐๐ข๐ญ๐๐ฅ๐ข๐ญ๐ฒ: 5/7
๐๐ง๐๐ซ๐ ๐ฒ: 1/1
๐๐๐ฌ๐ข๐ ๐ง๐๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง: Thomas Dendar
๐๐ฉ๐๐๐ข๐๐ฌ: Mutanoid (Human)
๐๐ฅ๐๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ข๐๐ข๐๐๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง: Demi-Mutant
๐๐ฅ๐ข๐ ๐ง๐ฆ๐๐ง๐ญ: Chaotic Good
๐๐จ๐ฅ๐: Wannabe Young-Master, Self-Hater
๐๐จ๐ง๐ฌ๐ญ๐๐ฅ๐ฅ๐๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง๐ฌ: -
๐๐ค๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฌ:-
๐๐๐ญ๐ซ๐จ๐ง๐ฌ:-
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๐๐ญ๐ญ๐ซ๐ข๐๐ฎ๐ญ๐๐ฌ:
-๐๐ก๐ฒ๐ฌ๐ข๐ช๐ฎ๐: 10
-๐๐จ๐ง๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐ญ๐ฎ๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง: 9
-๐๐จ๐๐ข๐ฅ๐ข๐ญ๐ฒ: 4
-๐๐ง๐ญ๐๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ข๐ ๐๐ง๐๐: 8
-๐๐ซ๐๐ฌ๐๐ง๐๐: 6
-๐๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฉ๐จ๐ฐ๐๐ซ: 5
-๐๐ฐ๐๐ซ๐๐ง๐๐ฌ๐ฌ: 7
-๐๐๐ ๐ข๐: 0.1
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๐๐๐ฌ๐๐ซ๐ข๐ฉ๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง: A 13-year-old boy going by the name of Thomas Dendar, He was the young master of the organized crime group "Night Serpents". But the boy instead of exploiting his connections, chose to deny this part of his identity. Unfortunately, His father did not let him escape his legacy. Now he wanders the earth as a half-baked monster forever despising his own body. Typical Teenager.
>Due to Mutation, Most physical attributes have increased.
>As a native resident of Ohio, This individual naturally has a high rate of ๐๐ข๐ณ๐ณ๐๐ซ๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ญ๐จ๐ซ.
>This individual has contracted lesser-variety mutation after the ๐๐๐ฏ๐๐ง๐ญ.
>Professional therapy for this individual is advised.
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"Jesus Christ..."
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Well, Where are the fecking stones, guys? I'm starving here
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