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Doomsday is upon us as space ships begin to fall and station right over the biggest cities on Earth. The aliens go down and in their suits, they tell all humans:
“This is plague control. We received a call about the human infestation on this planet. We apologize the first round didn´t work and will give you the full pesticide service for free”
Even if there is a god, they have turn a blind eye at many’s suffering, so why would you, a mere mortal, be any better?
There was something deeply painful and somewhat hopeful when my therapist told me he would like to see me writing my stories in the future. As if he genuinely thought they deserve to be out there. That they might get seen and enjoyed.
So I’m telling you now, I hope I can see y’all’s putting your stories out there in the future.
Yet again I have a whumpy dream I kinda liked.
This one was about a girl and her family who kinda got ahold of a cute whumpee. The whumpee looked human but her strength and some physical things that appeared intermittently gave her away as something not so human after all. The whumpee was supposed to be like a maid for the family but of course the family was nuts and treated her horribly. Funnily enough the youngest daughter was treated the same, so they latch into each other to protect one another. Idk why but it felt like a family cat choosing its owner.
The whumpee took the girl's place so many times for punishments that went worse for her as she was just...their property. So they didn't care if she ended up bleeding on the floor. When they left her there, the daughter would drag her to her little mattress on the floor (this family was seriously poor) to take care of her and scold her for getting herself hurt for her. (The whumpee always said she was fine. Never told her she thought it was only the right thing for her to be one punished)
The whumpee didn't feel anything but gratefulness towards the girl even tho the girl did show a bit of something more than duty and protection. Didn't get too far to see if they did anything else because it ended in the whumpee getting shot with arrows while running away from their sisters in some kind of twisted game of tag.
I can´t keep doing this and yet, something inside me refuses to stop fighting.
I want a hero so good, so fierce and brave, they give everything and more to defeat the evil that looms over their beloved world. That´s their duty isn´t it? they won´t fail, and so, after a horrendous battle, they go back to bow to their king holding the evil king´s head as a gift.
However, there´s no glory received, quickly the hero discovers the consequences of their last battle were far greater than their did and nobody considers them anything but a calamity.
I want a hero that becomes a forgotten stray chased away by the very people they helped and I want the soul of the evil whose severed head rests buried under a tree as the hero promised the evil they would, to be reborn only to find out the hero that slayed them has become an outcast.
I want the just reborn evil to mock the hero for their charity and useless sacrifice for people who ended up turning their backs to them, the hero only listening to their mockery completely unamused before interrupting them when they talk about redoing their kingdom of terror with a sword pointed at them.
The fallen hero then tells the demon, they didn´t need people´s owe and wonder, but just wanted their safety and prosperity and if that meant they had to be cast away, they would be fine with it. However, they explain lowering down their sword, the world has prospered in the wrong ways and the hero´s battle with evil is the reason for that and as such, they have to fix it.
Having little strength and life left to live the hero makes a bow to make the evil he slained in the past, a suitable heir to a better kingdom that makes coexistance possible.
What could happen when buried anger and a newfound trust towards each other provoke a switch of roles while trying to protect such idealistic goals?
