It turns out the man John had been talking to was a licensed psychiatrist. So he quickly gave John a prescription for the drugs he needed to take and sent John off to a nearby pharmacy.
The pharmacist weighed John. Then, he measured his body fat, which was around forty-eight percent. The pharmacist then gave John ten shopping bags full of pills. He told John that with his weight, he would need to eat a bottle every single day to gain the pill's benefits.
All the pills in total cost him one hundread thousand dollars. They would last John around three months.
John thanked the pharmacist. Then he opened a bottle right there in the pharmacy and downed the whole thing.
John grew a bit woozy.
Glutton....
The sound echoed. And then it went silent.
A clarity appeared in John's mind. One that he had never felt before
I need to go to Barry's house. And find out if anyone is dead.
John turned his gaze to the pharmacist.
He gave him a slight nod.
"Alright. Thank you. Now I need to go." John said
The pharmacist gave John a slight wave.
"Alright. Goodbyeeeeeeee!"
John barely heard what they said.
MO——— MU——— I need to find out if he has relatives—or loved ones. I need to perform his last rights. MO———— MU————
John plopped himself down in the bed of a truck and got to moving.
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John looked at the pile of smoke and rubble that had once been his home. Barry was here.
Barry was here.
John took a step towards the building. And then he stopped.
A feeling washed over John. A different feeling.
What is this?
John took another step towards the building. The feeling got stronger.
WHAT IS THIS!?!?!?!?!
The feeling grew.
LIFE EATER!
SI-NER!
P—- maker!
Ev-l creator
GLUTTON
John's lungs seized. It felt like there was gravel shaking around in them. Every breath hurt.
D-e
D-e
Di- D-e
D-e
D-e
Di- Di- Di- Di-
John took another step forward.
The feeling reached another level. John didn't have thoughts anymore. He just had the feeling. He didn't have a body. He just had a vessel for the feeling. He didn't have memories. They were just indictments for the feelings. John didn't have worth. He had the feeling.
YOU KI—ED BARRY. YOU SA——— _______ MO——— MU————
John felt like he was suffocating. He knew he was breathing. He knew he was. But his breath didn't feel real. John breathed more. And more. And more. He tried to suck in as much breath as possible. Maybe at least some of the oxygen would be real. Maybe if he sucked in enough of it, he'd survive.
John's heart started thumping in his chest.
Mychesthurtsmychesthurtsmychesthurtsmychesthurtsmychesthurtsmychesthurts
A grim realization came over John.
If he moved any further, then John would die.
John shuffled back to the truck bed. He threw himself onto the bed of the truck.
Slowly, John's beating heart slowed. His mind quieted. The clarity was back.
MO—— MU——— What do I do? If I can't go there myself? What do I do? If I can't exhume his body, then that'll be a S--. SHIT! MO———- MU————
"Drive me somewhere with food," John said.
"Yes, sir." Said the car.
And then they were off.
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John sat in Mc Bonalds. Five hundred burgers were stacked on a table in front of him. He had chosen to buy their whole stock. John was hungry.
I don't even have the courtesy to bury the body of the people I've M-rdered. I'm s-n with feet.
Despite the contents of John's thoughts. Only happiness was shown on his face as he munched down on his many, many burgers.
DING! John's phone rang. He quickly picked it up.
There was a text on the phone from Aria.
Do you want to go on a date tonight?
John looked down at the text for a few minutes.
Sure? What's the date?
We'll go to a fancy restaurant.
Sweet! I'm paying!
No, I can pay for myself.
I'm paying.
You don't have too....
I'm paying.
Okay.
John smiled.
They kissed. And now she wanted to go on a date with him. It made John so happy.
What if she loves me?
For a moment, John completely forgot about the man that died because of him.
They decided to go to a restaurant that was built at the top of a skyscraper. It was known for its rotating view of the city.
John rented out the whole top floor so that he would have it just for him and Aria.
John even bought a bouquet of roses for Aria.
The restaurant staff turned off the lights and lit candles on all the tables, creating romantic lighting.
Aria was thirty minutes early to the restaurant. She looked around the empty restaurant and quickly found John. She walked over to him. She placed her bag down next to her chair.
"You really didn't have to do all this." Said Aria.
John just looked at her for a moment. He said nothing. Then he brought out a bouquet of roses from underneath the table.
"These are for you." John placed the roses on Aria's side of the table.
John swore she blushed.
"Thank you," Aria said
John just smiled.
"It's no problem. I have too much money. So I spend it however I feel like. And I felt like you would like a ridiculously expensive date." John said
Aria chuckled at that.
"It certainly is ridiculously expensive. I'm not sure how I'm going to one-up this." Aria said
"Do something with food. I love food." John said
Aria looked John up and down.
"I can tell...."
John looked slightly hurt at that.
"I love food, too."
John mentally sighed in relief.
At least she thinks we are both fat.
Aria leaned over and smiled at John.
"So. Anything interesting happened since we last spoke?" Aria asked
John nodded.
"There was an attack on the capital of the mechanoid republic. And I fought this massive dragon." John said
Aria nodded.
"Ahh, really. Tell me the story." Aria said
Aria leaned forward and put her hands on her chin. She seemed like she really wanted to be here.