Horltøv ver. 4

"Hey, man, look; I know that... Your uhm... Your Father died in front of you and he was the only family you had left... But you keep bringing down the mood, every time I invite you to anything, your response is: "Sorry, I'm still saving up for my dad's casket" and I'm sick of it. I know you want me to be there for you... To help you through this as your friend, your only friend. But I can't, you can't keep crying like that. I can't even have fun around you, I can't stand how fucking pathetic you are. You can't even take your mind away from that image as if it's the only thing given room in that mind of yours... I honestly just can't with you, I don't even care anymore, I don't care about your father, I don't care how lonely and depressed you are, I don't fucking care that you're dying; unable to help yourself, always trying to be there for people around you. I don't care that you were there for me... When my mother, my grandparents, and my dog died, I won't be there for you," -A girl on the phone.

Sitting alone in a dimly lit, unorganized motel; a tired, regretful black teen sat on a mattress, repeating the earlier message. The girl's words rang in his ears as he stood up, leaving his room and dragging himself toward the stairs. He pulled himself to the 2nd, 3rd, 4th, and 5ft floors, climbing to the roof of the motel before leaning back and falling all the way down, slamming headfirst into a parking lot bollard and dying instantly.

The teen felt a slight pressure on his head, a liquid hitting him and splashing all over his face before falling onto his knee. He slowly opened his eyes to a dead-ringer for himself, only older with clean white hair resembling a lion's mane instead of his shorter black hair. The man whistled, pissing on the teen's head before zipping his pants and walking away. "Take it away Kallias," the man said, raising a thumbs-up to another dead-ringer.

Kallias sighed, a pale man bearing a closer resemblance to the teen. He approached slowly. The teen looked to his sides, seeing the empty black void around them. Kallias lifted his head, holding one of his eyelids open as he made direct eye contact. "Pyraglaeca, you've gone and wasted your life. A worthless sacrifice in the cold of the moment, a cowardly end to your life. You've sacrificed everything trying to help nobodies, but we're going to change that. We're going to give you one more chance to have a satisfying life, one that leaves you with no regret, one where you can die with a smile across your face," Kallias said softly.

"W-what..?" Pyraglaeca groaned. "Athullez and I are deciding to give you another chance, another chance to live your life," Kallias said before letting go of him. Pyraglaeca shook the piss off his head, a chair appearing beneath him. "We're one, all three of us are one entity. Athullez, there" Kallias said as he pointed over to the other one. "Is the main shard, he planned both of our lives after his ended. Now we're both going to plan your life. Athullez has already found the perfect world for you to incarnate into," Kallias said.

"Nah," said Athullez, kicking Kallias into Pyraglaeca. 'What the hell?!" Kallias yelled, slowly merging with Pyraglaeca. "Yeah sorry about this, I'll explain before you both fade away. We're like three giant slices of a cake, I'm the largest, Kallias is the second; and Pyraglaeca is the smallest, a baby-sized slice. Now us as one, we're a far stronger entity. But since we've been sliced, our properties have been severed. By coming into contact with each other, we slowly start merging back into that entity. I've decided to merge the two of you, just to make sure Pyra doesn't fuck it up this time," Athullez said, Pyraglaeca and Kallias slowly losing consciousness before him.

Later, in the middle of the woods, a large, naked, muscular man lied in the bushes, his purple hair so long and puffy that it provided a comfortable bed for him to rest. The man slowly opened his eyes, groaning as he sat up. He shook his head, feeling a slow headache. "Ugh... Damnit, I don't have any poinz leftover from the merging..." the man groaned, slowly standing up.

"Hey, question, what's poinz?" Pyraglaeca said. "Poinz?.. Poinz energy is the purest form of energy, which can be manipulated into other forms of energy. It’s one of the fundamental factors in the creation of all things. It allows us to even break the laws of physics without consequences. Things like moving faster than light can be done without turning us into a singularity, we can survive in the center of the sun without even our clothes getting disintegrated, you gettin’ this?" Kallias said. "...Y-yeah... I think I get it," Pyraglaeca said before the merging process fully finished and they faded away.

The man slowly walked through the woods, each step radiating vigilance. From the shadows, two giant fluffy wolves leaped toward him. They made contact, instantly freezing solid in the air as the man absorbed their heat and kinetic upon contact. He walked past them, causing them to fall the instant they lost contact with him. The man kept walking, absorbing weak soundwaves coming from his side. "...People... Humans," the man muttered, instantly rushing toward the sound.

Four bounty hunters walked down a rocky path, a horse carrying their supplies and a woman wearing rags being dragged along behind them with a chain, her feet leaving bloody footprints staining the dirt. "When we get back, I'm buying one of those Vikubian guns... We lost too many people tryna catch this Wīglian," said a man in shining armor as he tugged on the rope, causing the woman to trip.

"Heh, same, maybe I can buy one of those wands," said a girl following shortly behind him. From the woods, the black guy rushed out, instantly decapitating the leader with his nails before grabbing the other girl's head, crushing it in his palm before grabbing her staff and launching it through the eye of another one. He then picked the staff up, lifting the body as well and using it to bash the last hunter into a mangled mess.

The woman froze, staring up at the man standing in the carnage. "...Huh..." she mumbled. "The man instantly turned to her, rushing toward her and grabbing her by the throat. He tightened his grip around her throat, expecting it to snap easily, but that didn't happen. "Wait... a Wīglian? I thought those were rare... Rarer than this," the man thought to himself, slowly loosening his grip when the woman grabbed his arms tightly, catching his attention.

"H-harder~" she moaned. The man froze, staring at her perverted expression with a cringed look. He grew an awkward, judging expression as he pressed his thumbs against her throat, squeezing her neck as hard as he could. "Wait wait! I was joking! Joking!" the girl yelled, kicking and smacking his arms. The man instantly released her, allowing her to fall to her knees. She coughed, rubbing her throat as she peaked up at his exposed genitals before looking at his face. "T-thanks, man... Really kind of ya to spare me," she groaned.

"Sigh... You're a Wīglian, aren't you?" The man said as he kneed in front of her, lifting one of her feet and dusting the rocks and dirt off before ripping off her rags and using them to wipe the blood off. The woman made no attempts to cover herself and the man moved to her other foot, repeating the process before looking up at her face, seeing her biting her lips, her eyes closed and a slight moan slipping through her teeth. "...Okay we're done here, put on some of their clothes, especially their shoes," the man said.

"H-huh? Wait, really? Awh man... " the woman groaned softly. The man stood up, putting on the leader's armor, it was a tight fit. The woman then put on the other girl's uniform. "Now, we're going to keep down the path, alright?" the man said, turning back just as the woman jumped on his back, clinging tightly. "Yep, get going, she said. "...Can you... Not?" the man said. "What? C'mon man, my feet are burning, not like I have enough energy to heal them. You might not be able to see it but my ribs are completely shattered and my lungs have been penetrated. I cannot heal and may die a slow and painful death," the woman said calmly. "I can still feel you through the armor, good thing you don't have big tits, or else I wouldn't know you were telling the truth... I do," said the man.

"Neet, so what's your name?" said the woman. "I don't have one, call me whatever you want," the man said. "... Great, well, I'm Violet, you're Pyr, got that?" she said. "...Sure, I'm fine with that," said the man.