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Hey there!I'm just going to drop a few things here...
I love to write (mostly short stories and flash fics) and PC games (Dota 2, Borderlands 2, some of Assassin's Creed series and a few more. Add me on Steam if you want to play together :D). I watch some anime and read some manga... so... yeah...
I'm here to share my works and find some friends even though I'm the a-little-bit-shy type.
I guess that's all for now. See you~


White clouds drifted over the horizon. Small birds glided in the air, scattered like black spots in the sky. The cold breeze blew and the leaves rustled in unison. People took their time to enjoy the fine weather. Some took their dogs out for a walk; some strolled around the park and then sat on benches to exchange pleasantries.

I shoved a pair of earphones that blared rock music into my ears. The sound vibrated into my brain and the lyrics pierced my soul. I locked my gaze on the dark asphalt as I walked. In the corners of my eyes, people were always laughing. Their smiles were too bright, almost blinding me.

I do not belong here... I thought as I turned to a bridge. I'm sure they think I'm the scum of society and I should rot in the sewers for good. If only I could do something to change that. I stopped there and fixed my eyes at the calm river below.

There I saw a reflection of a man with a dark, familiar face. He wasn't far from me, and he too was staring at the quiet water. I lifted my head and looked at him. There was something about him that I couldn't put into words. His complexion showed that he was full of hatred and anger, yet when I looked into his eyes; it was full of despair and sadness as if calling for help.

He climbed the railing of the stone bridge. Time seemed to tick slower that it should be. The car horns fell into a distance. And it hit me. The man in front of my eyes was me.
I ran to him and said, “No! Don't jump!”

I extended my arms to catch him. But I missed him by a hair’s breadth. I cried and cried. Alas, it was too late. I fell to my knees; tears welled up in my eyes and down my cheeks. My heart pounded so hard I couldn't breathe. My train of thought ran fast and heavy with guilt. I screamed on the top of my lungs. Then everything went black.

And that’s when I realized that it was the one hundred and thirtieth time I failed to stop myself from taking my own life. Every time I would not know it until it was too late. This was my punishment.
Bill Garner. That is the name of my owner.

Every morning, he comes into my room and rinses me under the cold tap water. He always put a blue tube labelled 'toothpaste' above me and squeezes out its content which then ooze on me. Then he proceeds to put me into the hole on his face. Every day, I greet the same rows of cubical bones. I wonder why they are so clean in the morning, but not so at night.

I have to admit he has a bad breath. I cannot complain though, there is someone who has it far worse than me – the lavatory. Bill will throw me out in a month or two, but the lavatory has to endure his excrement for years. I wonder… how does he keep his sanity?

And I wonder… why does Bill look different today? His eyes are bulging with fear His clothes are wet with his sweat and… red-brown stain?

Eh…? Isn’t that his wife Marcy? What is she doing lying in the tub with some sticky liquid? I’d never thought she would take a bath in crimson water. She is a woman of hygiene. Everything in front of her has to be spick-and-span.

A strange tool I have never seen is in his hands. It’s a C shaped frame with a long blade. I heard that the strange tool can cut through anything – metal, plastic pipes, branches, even flesh and bones. He presses the blade against Marcy’s thighs and starts to cut them off. The same red liquid spurts out, tarnishing the blue tiled walls. He then puts her legs in a big black bag. He does the same to her long arms and again, the scarlet fluid paints the room red.
And last, with his alien tool, he severs Marcy’s head.

Oh no… I got some on me too. I guess I can’t clean Bill’s mouth anymore. That’s a relief. I hope I will be recycled as something better in the future.

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YuikiNomura Featured By Owner Nov 6, 2015  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
nyanyanya hello there baby~ //meh
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Nice to have you,
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Welcome to #Underrated-Writers! We hope you find yourself at home in our writing community! :D :la: :D
FriendlyFlame Featured By Owner Sep 20, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you so so much for the favorite and the watch!!! :happybounce:

By the way I love your DeviantID!!! :la:
friday-kills Featured By Owner Sep 20, 2015  Student Writer
awh :3 
by the way it's CL4P-TP or Claptrap from Borderlands~
a lot of people find him annoying but he's just a sad robot...
FriendlyFlame Featured By Owner Sep 20, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
Trust me I know who that is :D
Claptrap makes me laugh~ I hate the small subtle things he says that reveal how sad his life is :c Poor little thing.

And also I like your icon ^^ Zer0 was the first character I was on BL2, before I bought Gaige :)
friday-kills Featured By Owner Sep 20, 2015  Student Writer
me too! but i haven't played long with Zer0 since I didn't know which skills to pick, so I chose Gaige instead. (SMASH THE SYSTEM!!!)
do you want to play together sometime? :meow:
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