In the trashcan in the lifeless alley, deep and hidden in the corner, there lay a boy around 18 years of age.
He was looking small and haggard, thin and frail, unhealthy and ugly.
The past 18 years he spent at this place. His home: the trashcan.
His first memory was him in the trashcan. Fresh clothes and a homely feeling, but wanted to explore. See what's outside and even go outside. Sadly, his legs were missing and still are until today. He didn't know whether he was born without legs or someone chopped them off. In fact, he didn't even know humans had legs. The fact was he was alive and stuck in the trashcan and had to survive.
Every time someone opened the trashcan, he could see light and hear voices; every time he made a sound, they were already gone. He didn't know why nobody responded to him, but of course he also didn't know that he had a rare condition that all of his senses took a whole minute to send signals to his brain, so he was always one minute late and nobody ever heard him.
The trash of the people was his food, and opening the trashcan was his lifeline. He heard the voices of people throwing in trash and learned to speak. The most common word he heard people say was "trash." He regarded trash as the high and mighty, the lifesaver, his best friend.
When it came to naming himself, he thought of himself as the best, so he named himself after the best; his self-chosen name was Trash.
Now Trash was 18 years old and close to dying. Well, sad that I didn't get out, but I had a nice life. I guess normal humans only live until they are 6, but thanks to all this trash, I can live this long.
Trash was fulfilled with his life and ready to die, but the lingering thought about what the outside world looked like kept nagging in his mind. I would really like to see what it is like outside; I doubt it would be better than in here, but I wish I could take a look, he thought.
And suddenly something strange happened. Something that would change his cozy life forever.
A loud sound was heard by trash as the top of the trashcan shattered and sunlight flooded the trashcan. Something fell inside.
Suddenly something was moving next to Trash. It was a beautiful black-haired girl with blue eyes who screamed.
"Master, you bastard, how dare you throw me in a trashcan. I was your disciple for 400 years, and now you get a new one and throw me in the garbage. Just because I finally surpassed you, you drugged me and threw me here."
Meanwhile, Trash was looking at the girl with great interest. I've seen moving food before; I wonder how this one will taste. But it is weird that this thing seems to speak the human language. Also, it is a large body, but there only seems to be a lot of meat in two places; otherwise, it's just skin and bones. Well, whatever, let's first eat and then think about it.
As Trash got ready to eat his new snack, the girl also saw Trash. "Huh, are you okay? Can I help you? Are you stuck here? You look so sick, are you alright? Should I call the ambulance?" She started questioning Trash.
Trash answered, "No, just let me eat you, and" but got interrupted by the girl.
"Hey, why aren't you saying anything? Please tell me, what do you need?"
Trash was shocked and tried once again, "I want to ea"
"Can't you talk? Is your voice gone as well as your legs? Did you get bullied and thrown in here?"
"Stop talking!" Trash yelled. "Like I said, just let me"
"You want to eat me? You are joking, right? And what? What more?"
Trash couldn't believe it and continued to yell, "Stop interrupting! Stop interrupting! Stop interrupting!" But the girl would not stop and spoke as if she didn't hear him.
"Don't just say again that you want to eat me."
"No, I won't stop talking, not until you say why you want to eat me.
"I'm not interrupting, I'm not interrupting, I'm not interrupting!!!" She yelled.
But suddenly Trash lunged his arms forward with a metal spear in his hand and stabbed the air where the girl was sitting just one minute ago. He tried to stab her and eat her.
He knew in one minute he would see the result of his stab. If he missed, he would go for the next one, and if he hit, it would be a rare one-stab kill.
The girl was perplexed by Trash's action and decided to check if his brain was intact.
After searching thoroughly, she realized, damn, his brain got fucked up.
She waved her hand and suddenly healed Trash completely. She healed his one minute delay and his legs in one go. She also healed his injuries, diseases, and ugliness. She also healed his bald hair, his bad smell, and his broken tooth. She also healed his cells, his sanity, his aids, and his... STOP!!! Ok.
"Jo, can you hear me without delay?" She said.
"Wow, thank you. Now I can kill you better," Trash said.
"Stop it, idiot. Let's talk normally."
Trash finally thought. Hmm, this thing did good things on me. Maybe I shouldn't eat it.
"Ok, we can talk. How did you heal me? Was it that cool thing people talk about and even sometimes throw novels about it in here were weird creatures with two sticks down here which I also now have, have superpowers CULTIVA"
"Magic. Bitch this cultivation shit is bs. I practice magic and just got thrown here by my master, who got his ego destroyed by me being the better mage. How about it, as revenge, I will make you useless trash a better mage than him deal?"
"Sure."
"By the way, what is your name?"
"Trash."
"..."