— Gods and Goddesses. They reside in a realm beyond mortal comprehension, presumably living longer than eternity itself and assuming dominion over the forces of nature, serving as both a metaphor and a gentle reminder for humanity's universal insignificance.
— Can a mortal hold cradle against a God? What if one day, God decides to eliminate all of humanity as a way of showing displeasure towards our lecherous ways that lasted ever since the dawn of everything?
— The answer. Well..
"Fucking Hell..! I told you to hurry the fuck up didn't I!?"
*SMACK!*
— Lies deep beyond the dark tunnel we're about to traverse.
"...." — A young schooler with overgrown, jet-black hair that slightly curled over his facial features, obscuring his forehead and the makings of his left eye was left in a sustained daze as he stared blankly to the young man with a muscular stature sitting at probably twice his size near a cafeteria table with other individuals with devious grins on their faces. "...sorry." — He muttered in a cold, raspy tone.
"Huh? Fucking hell, so you knew how to speak?" — The Muscular student briefly raised his palm before - *SLAP!* - slamming it down towards the schooler's cheek, leaving a searing handprint and causing him to nearly stumble over. Without a single shriek, groan, moan, or wince the schooler slowly faced the muscular man again, his cheek slowly turning into a crimson-colored mess. "Listen. You worthless piece of shit, I'm doing you a fucking favour by even ordering you to buy food, and this is how you show gratefulness? The likes of you.." — The Muscular man stood up. The individuals that were sitting on the same table as him had their devillish grins grow wider as they saw him close in on the schooler, that absentmindedly gazed on the marble flooring.
The Muscular student towered over the schooler with a difference of almost half a feet in height. "Bitch..." — with a calm, angered disposition he proceeded to grab the schooler by the collar, pulling him slightly towards his face. "I better get my fucking Lamingtons ASAP. If you come in here.." — He bored a hole through the schooler's skull with a glare all while speaking in a low, dominant tone, but the poor guy's eyes or rather; eye, remained steadfast on the ground beneath. "TSK! LOOK AT ME IN THE FUCKING EYES WHILE I'M TALKING TO YOU HUH!!" — With a loud yell, he proceeded to violently shake the frozen schooler.
— ...
...
...?
"..!?"
— After a short moment of delay, the cold, lightless brown eye of the schooler slowly began to ascend and lock gazes with the muscular one without, a single hint of fear.
No Horror, No Terror, No Nothing.. Just overwhelming hollowness. The muscular youth felt himself being absorbed towards an unknown realm the more he looked directly at (his?) eye. Abyss? Darkness? Space? No, it wasn't any of the them as it stood more like a hellish offspring of three.
"BITCH..!" — With a blink, the muscular individual snapped out of the daze before delivering a swift punch towards the already damaged cheek of the schooler, whom fell flat towards the cold floor. "..." — Though instead of the expected shouting, screaming, and flinching,
"..?"
the schooler calmly hovered a hand over the damaged area and remained frozen in position. No hint of pain anywhere in his countenance.
"Let's go." — The muscular man faced his friends that were in absolute hysterics. "..Woah.." — Said one while wiping a tear from his eyelid. "Not gonna.. I mean.. Put this shithead on his place? Lamington Shuttle or Campus Doormat, doesn't sound like a bad title..!" — He added before cracking up into laughter.
Though instead of reciprocating their humor, the muscular youth just glared at them in a cold manner. causing them to abruptly halt their hysterics.
"..Okay Okay, Let's go.. geez."
a drop of sweat slid down on their faces.
— The muscular man walked away, before the others followed shortly after.
As all the other youngsters left, one individual from the group lagged behind in her tracks before gazing back towards the still frozen schooler, her expression was unreadable as she paused..studying the schooler before.. going away to follow the group.
"..."
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The sun began to bid its farewell, its light only dispersing in the western horizon as darkness slowly proliferated in the eastern regions of the heavens, revealing a breathtaking view of the blanket that housed millions of stars.
*Spray* *Wipe*
Under this veil, the schooler from before quietly sprayed a green, bubbly formula on the empty tables and chairs before wiping it with a dirty tablecloth.
*Spray* *Spray* *Wipe*
The Cafeteria that used to be filled with laughter, chuckles, gossip and the cacophony of distinct voices now stood as an eerily quiet area that radiated a deafening silence, only ever broken by the nozzle of the spray bottle misting the table with a soapy mixture.
*Wipe*
"And that's.. the last one."
— An individual, with a slightly tanned skin, a face overwhelmed with wrinkles accompanied by a few strands of white hair protruding out from his blue cap, smiled politely as he saw the schooler finish.
"Thanks for your help." — The old man chuckled, to which the schooler took notice "..." — and paused before..
*Spray* *Wipe*
"..! Oh wow. You're really getting into this cleaning thing huh?" — The old man grinned.
The Schooler then showed no signs of paying attention to his remarks and instead moved from one table to another.
*Spray* *Wipe*
"..Ahahahaha! Hey! You already cleaned that table 4 times!" — the old man cackled.
*Spray* *Spray* *Wipe*
"...Hey? that table..is already sparklingly clean.." — The old man trailed off as he gazed at the spotless table, reflecting the starry sky as if it was originally a mirror.
"..ah..huh.." — The old man paused, as he stared dumbfoundedly on the schooler flashing him a small thumbs up as he continued to spray and wipe, turning all of the tables into makeshift mirrors.
"..wait.."
*Spray* *Spray* *Wipe* *Wipe* *Spray* *Wipe* *Spray* *Wipe* *Spray* *Spray* *Wipe* *Wipe* *Spray* *Wipe* *Spray* *Wipe* *Spray* *Spray* *Wipe* *Wipe* *Spray* *Wipe* *Spray* *Wipe* *Spray*
"..Wait..! Hey! That table..!!" — The old man yelled, as the schooler continued to flash him a thumbs up.
"Its catching on fire..!"
— The schooler looked over, before putting out the fire using the soapy mixture and wiping it relentlessly again. With a thumbs up of course.
"..Ah..Hey..!! Stop it..!"
*Spray* *Spray* *Wipe* *Wipe* *Spray* *Wipe* *Spray* *Wipe* *Spray* *Spray* *Wipe* *Wipe* *Spray* *Wipe* *Spray*
"You already cleaned that one..!! Twenty seven times..!!!" — The old man hurried towards the schooler.
*Spray* *Spray* *Wipe* *Wipe* *Spray* *Wipe* *Spray* *Wipe* *Spray* *Spray* *Wipe* *Wipe* *Spray* *Wipe* *Spray* *Spray* *Spray* *Wipe* *Wipe* *Spray* *Wipe* *Spray* *Wipe* *Spray* *Spray* *Wipe* *Wipe* *Spray* *Wipe* *Spray*
A few tables began to catch on fire as the schooler continued to wipe and flash a thumbs up.
"STOP!!"
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The Old man pants heavily as he leaned on the schooler for support, the tables are still spotlessly clean despite the circumstance that occured earlier. The old man looked up as he desperately tried to catch his breath with a dumbfounded expression.
"..Phew..! You gave this.. old bag.. quite the exercise..!"
— The events from earlier surfaced again inside of the old man's head, when he tried to catch the schooler but was spraying and wiping from one table to another faster than he.
The schooler fidgeted in response, but it was shut down by the old man releasing a chuckle.
"Ahahahahah! Haven't felt.. like that in ages..!" — The old man then turned to the schooler. "..I guess.. Lucy is quite right..things really become interesting when you're here, Meph"
— The schooler paused, finding himself lost in the words of the old man that caressed his eardrums like a tender reassurance. Though, he remained still.. unsure on how to react.
"Hey Jun! How long are you gonna overwork Little Meph For!?" — All of the sudden, the high-pitched voice of an old woman overtook the silence. Causing the old man to jump. "No..! We're finished already!" — The old man hovered a palm beside his mouth as he yelled back. "Then Get back here!" — Then, from the only illuminated stall there appeared the small figure of a woman. "Little Meph is a growing boy! he needs to rest enough you old dumbo!" — She screamed back. "I know I know!" — To which, the old man retorted.
"We can handle it from here Meph. Thanks again for your help!" — The old man flashed the schooler, whom was; Meph. A thumbs up accompanied by a smile before wobbling towards the stall a few meters away from them.
Meph, remained standing there sustaining his stare at the old man as he reached the stall.
"You dumbo, quit overworking him will you?"
"Meph wanted to help so.."
"You just wanted an excuse to slack off..!"
"..No! You gotta believe me for once Lucy..!"
— As their voices faded into the silent crickets of the chilly evening. Meph found himself alone in total silence, staying for a few more moments before turning around and beginning to walk away, before..
"Hey Meph!" — The high pitched voice of Lucy pierced through the silence once more, causing the schooler to turn around.
"Here!"
— Lucy threw a small plastic towards Meph, causing the schooler to stumble a little before finally catching the object into his hands.
"Just drop by if you're hungry okay? I'll be mad if you don't..!" — Lucy followed up with a chuckle.
Meph examined the object that was thrown at him, resulting into a slight surprise to well up inside of his system.
It was the Lamington Bread.
the supposed legendary pastry, the highly sought after delicacy in this academy, only sold once a week and runs out the minute everyone hears about it.
Meph looked towards Lucy.
"Don't ask how! Its for you! Enjoy it will ya? Goodnight Dear!"
— She waved before turning the lights off in the stall and disappearing into the darkness.
Meph.. stared, unsure on how to handle it. There wasn't a single Lamington Bread on the plastic, there were four. It sells for a high price. It has high demand. and Lucy just..
As he tightened his grip around the delicacy, the events of this day quickly replayed inside of Meph's head.
"BITCH!"
"WORHTLESS PIECE OF SHIT!"
"WHERE'S MY LAMINGTONS!!"
"BRING IT YOU FUCKER!"
"I DO YOU A FAVOR TO BELONG WITH US AND THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY ME!?"
With that flashback, the only little hint of light on Meph's eye began to dissipate as he headed for the male dorm room. The pastry on his hand.
"Its for you..! Enjoy it! Goodnight Dear!"
— Meph suddenly halted on his footsteps.
Lucy's gentle, almost soothing tone of delivery quickly overshadowed the yells of the muscular student that ringed like a hurricane inside of his head. Despite Lucy speaking tenderly compared to the muscular student, it was still more than enough for it to take over Meph's mind.
And with that.
*Grip*
The light on Meph's eyes slowly returned. His stoic disposition finally cracking open as he flashed the gift a small, almost imperceptible smile.
— He then sat down on one of the chairs in utter seclusion as he stared up the night sky which served as his only source of illumination while he munched on the Lamington Bread that was granted to him.
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