DCTP Shorts: A Collection of Timeless Random Stories

[nomemory]

Nice story *is a bit sad to not be considered a friend D:*

[Akonyl]

Nice story *is a bit sad to not be considered a friend D:*

you'd just forget to join her during the night though

[nomemory]

Nice story *is a bit sad to not be considered a friend D:*

you'd just forget to join her during the night though

[Yurikochan]

Nice story *is a bit sad to not be considered a friend D:*

*hugs Nommy*

you'd just forget to join her during the night though

:V

*whistles innocently*

I dunno what you're talking about.

[pofa]

XD

[bluekaitou1412]

[me=Eve]reminds BK that he owes her the "xphoenix story" [/me]

It better be in my in box by the 19th

I thought you forgot all about it *giftwraps the xphoenix story*

[Akonyl]

I told you I'd write it.

Spoiler:

"Too bad."

Those two words: the last words he had ever heard, and only words that ever rang through his head. He had protested his task, and paid dearly for it, as the others would have none of it. What he used to do out of his own joyful will he now did bound in shackles and chains, bolted to the cracked cement flooring beneath him. Bound to the floor, he sat in the middle of a metal cage, which itself sat inside the concrete room. There were few other things in the room besides: only he, his chains, his cage, his workshop, and the door resided there. He wasn't even sure if the door should be counted, as he wasn't sure whether or not it was a door anymore. Nobody ever visited the door, not even light to the small barred window that sat near its top.

The only thing saving the room from the pitch darkness was the dim green glow of his workshop. Well, at least, that's what he scornfully referred to it as. In reality, it was just a keyboard that was attached to a monitor: an old CRT that only showed black and green: more the former than the latter. This is what he used to birth the works which he was enthralled to create, and there was nothing he loved more than to despise it. However, he was forced to submit to it against his will, as it was his only method of survival, a successful creation meaning a food pellet would be dropped in front of him. He expected it came from a hole in the ceiling, but he couldn't be sure amidst the cracks and grime that littered the room in the darkness. Sometimes, the workshop would be unkind, and the food pellets would bounce away out of reach upon hitting the floor. The workshop was similarly unkind in providing him with water: that he had to collect himself, from a cracked pipe that also resided above him that would occasionally drip. He collected it in his hands and drank when the puddle became sizable, a plan that didn't go so well when he accidentally drifted off to sleep. This was of little matter though; a damp puddle collected onto the cold cement would not dissuade him.

He didn't know how long he had been in this insufferable room, only that it was long enough that he had started to like the taste of the pellets, and that he could feel one more rib than the last time he counted. Apparently, something else liked the taste too, as after one occasion when the pellet bounced away, he heard the sound of teeth chewing at that pellet he had worked so hard for. After the sound stopped, the creature came close enough to be bathed by the dim green light, revealing itself to be a mouse. A rather fat mouse, at that, whose girth showed the man that it was not in as dire a situation as he. He envied the mouse, not only for the food it ate, but its freedom. The mouse approached him and began to lick at the damp puddle in front of him that had dripped from above, and he watched it. It may only be a mouse, but it was the only living thing that he had seen in so long. As it drank, he reached his hand out slowly and touched its back, causing it to freeze for a second. He began to pet it, and eventually the mouse began to drink again. Perhaps because it sensed that they were not too different in their lives, the mouse appeared to take a liking to the man.

The days, or at least the periods between dozing off, seemed to go better with another living thing to hold the man's attention. At times, the mouse would crawl onto the man and they would play, sometimes with the mouse crawling into the man's head where his shackled hands couldn't reach, as if to mock him. He wasn't sure if the mouse was being playful or actually making fun of him, but he didn't care. He couldn't care, as he didn't have much choice for companionship. One such day, the man looked at the mouse as he was holding it, and sighed.

"How did this all happen? I could have avoided this all... if only I hadn't refused... now look at me. I'm even friends with a mouse..."

The mouse turned its head to look at the man, as if it had heard his comment.

"No, I don't mean it like that, I mean... why am I even explaining myself? It's not like you can talk, right?"

The mouse did not reply.

"Haha, what an idiot I am, of course not. It's just... I never wanted it to end up like this..."

He looked into the mouse's eyes. As he stared at it, it stared back, and he could see that familiar response in its eyes.

Too bad.

He let out a scream and threw the mouse against the bars of his cage, startling it and causing it to scurry off. He quickly realized what he had just done.

"Wait!" he shouted, "Come back! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to... I didn't... I'm sorry..."

His shoulders and chest began to heave, as the man tried to cry. His body refused him though, keeping every ounce of water for itself, as it did not dare to let any go to waste. What seemed like days passed, the man not sleeping or eating as he lamented his lost friend, but eventually he felt the tiny pricks of the mouse crawling up his legs once again. He was ecstatic that it had returned, that his old friend had forgiven him. He grasped his friend tightly, not wanting to ever let it go, and was at peace. He fell asleep, happier than he had ever been since first befriending the mouse.

He also had the first dream he had had in some time, dreaming that he was back at home, dreaming that his family was hugging him and welcoming him back, dreaming that he was seeing old friends who he had not seen in so long. He dreamed that they all sat at a table with him and they had a wondrous feast, and he had not felt so fulfilled, satisfied or loved in so long. He cried at the table, tears flowing freely down his cheeks. He was so happy to be home.

When he awoke, he felt wonderfully rested, fulfilled and happy, as if his dream had come true. He rubbed his eyes, but a certain stinging dampness covered them, temporarily blinding him. He cursed to himself as he wiped his eyes clean with his arms, and when he opened his eyes he saw his hands covered with a blackness, which had been then smudged onto his arms. Horror quickly gripped him as he realized what it was: in front of him sat what remained of his friend, inside a puddle of its own blood, shining black in the dim green light of the workshop. The man screamed, and screamed more. He screamed until his voice became hoarse, and tried to scream even when it became impossible. He vowed to put an end to the work in the name of his friend, as a protest to what he had become. Once and for all, he would end this cycle, so that he could be free.

However, the man was overconfident. As he sat in solidarity of his friend, not touching the keyboard, the hunger his friend had once satiated returned. He fought it until he became frail, and could barely move. But eventually, the sharp pains shooting throughout his body became too much to bear, and he once again, slowly, moved his hands to the keyboard. He laboriously began typing the first line:

Bluekaitou's Random Stories... Volume 118.

[Vylash]

You actually wrote it? o.O

[PT]

o.o

[ShiraKiryuu]

Akonyl had time to write a story?!

[Akonyl]

You actually wrote it? o.O

well, yeah. I said I would, didn't I? :V

[bluekaitou1412]

*clapclap* That was awesome... truly an amazing story

That won't actually happen to me, will it? :V

[Akonyl]

iunno BK... will it? :V

[pofa]

Nah, BK will reach volume 118 of his own free will. I mean, right?

[bluekaitou1412]

Like I said before, after I finish Volume 8...