'Fuck, first it's the fall, then it's the torture, the voices, and now it's the rain and my short ass!' Silimoore gritted his teeth as he ran as fast as he could in my soggy clothes, while it did seem like he had shrunk, it didn't inconvenience him all that much. Though it didn't change the fact that he had lost a couple precious inches from his height.
After a lot of running, Silimoore arrived at his apartment complex and opened the door to his apartment. He was greeted by the familiar mess and stench of which he could not bring himself to clean. As he stepped inside the water on his body wet the floor, and upon this realization Silimoore cringed. 'If the landlord find out the floor rotted I'll be in trouble…' He looked down at the water he left behind silently, 'Well I can do that later…'
Like everything else he'd do later. The dirty clothes that he said he'd do later yet were still there from two months ago. This also included the other things he had also not done, simply saying that he'd do them later.
Silimoore quickly took the soaking clothes off his body and went to the bathroom to check for his wounds and what other changes had been done to his body.
Upon looking at himself in the mirror he couldn't really pick out any noticeable changes, 'Hm? My eyes look at bit weird, they look more like… golden?' He put his face close to the mirror, and the buzzing blue fluorescent lights helped him notice that his eyes had a faint golden glow. No, they were entirely golden!
"I look even more like an anomaly." He muttered with a sigh.
[It is simply due to your Immortal bloodline awakening.] The mysterious voice responded, surprising him greatly. "When were you here!?"
[I've been watching you since our last conversation. You seemed to be in a bad spot so I didn't bother to say anything.]
"Well thanks for that I guess.. But what should I do now… I don't even want to be immortal…" He looked down at the sink with an empty look in his eyes. The despair he had felt from the past was even greater now.
This confused the voice, as they had never thought he would react in such a way, [Of course you can do whatever, dominate a universe, become untouchable, anything you can think of is within your reach.]
Hearing these words Silimoore couldn't help but chuckle at how ironic this situation he was in. "Really? Anything? What if I want death? Is that something I can get?" He asked.
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[You.. Wish for death?]
Hearing those words Silimoore could already tell what the voice was about to say. 'But why? There's so much to live for! You shouldn't want to kill yourself!' All the therapists, everyone, they always repeated the same words like: 'your life is precious', or 'there's so much to live for'.
'What? There's so much to live for? But I don't want to live for anything.. Is it really so bad for me to die?' He thought.
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