Fresh Start

Every kid enjoys their fantasy.

I recall being a kid, I constantly chase my foolish dreams. I was a cheerful and determined child. I like doing things in my way, rebelling against the adult's order. I constantly wanted to have my own rules. That way, the adults would never tell me what to do.

But all dreams end when coming into adulthood. You also enter the world called society. Where everyone is a predator in a fish tank, anyone can be desperate enough to devour the flesh of their comrade for their hunger. They called this the survival of the fittest. Everyone is willing to sell their soul to the devil to feed themselves and their own family. The devils who sit in their pile of money are the ones on the top of the food chain. People are always eager to survive in the fucked-up world.

I'm also one of those many fishes in the fish tank full of vicious predators. But I'm more competent and cautious enough to survive on my own. My conscious mentality always avoids the strong and eats the weak. I was able to survive long enough. Trying not to stand out is always my rule. Carefully avoiding the attention of the enormous fish has been my survival instinct. I didn't end up becoming the dream I always followed as I overlooked them a long time ago, like a children's storybook.

Foolish dreams purely have a happy ending as long as you were a child. The child who I used to be would likely be disappointed. He thinks that future me is a coward and an only good-for-nothing loser at lowering their head and following orders from above. That is how I lived in this cruel world. I lived by being hungry and dying one as well.

I don't usually think like this. Maybe because I'm bored with my life or I have nothing else to do. Now that I think I'm about it. It's about time he showed up.

"RYANNNNNN!" Speaking of the devil, the duke of hell finally showed up with his fatty, thick skin and face so red that it reminds him of pigs shrieking and being roasted alive.

That pig who is squealing right now is my manager, Duke Piggy. Technically, that's not his name, but everyone called him piggy because he is an asshole. Still, I like to add elegances, so I called him Duke Piggy.

"WHAT ARE STANDING THERE, BOY?? THE TOILETS ARE NOT GONNA CLEAN THEMSELVES UP! ARE YOU WAITING FOR SOME MIRACLE TO HAPPEN!?? GET YOUR ASS BACK TO WORK!" Not wanting to get eaten by Duke Piggy in the early of the night, I make my way through the male's toilet room where my faithful duty is waiting for me.

Everyone is probably curious about what job I have. My real job is as a back-alley doctor here in SunnySide City. I have three part-time jobs, and one of them is working on a fast-food chain while being Duke Piggy's punching bag. Treating criminals without licenses and doing a medical experiment makes me a criminal. Well. Being a criminal doctor isn't exactly paying the bills and equipment compared to Duke Piggy. The latter has a rich daddy that shoves million dollars right up through his ass.

Am I jealous because a piece of shit like him has million dollars of money? Pfft. No. Well.Maybe~ I mean! Who doesn't like having money while doing nothing other than yelling at other people?

That's a fantastic job that ever exists in this world!

While I lament what people have wronged me in this world, I smell something so horrible that I choke on air and fucking die.

Well, not literally died. But my soul died after discovering that it seems to be the longest shit I have ever seen in my whole life. That thing could probably be in the Guinness World of Record.

When I was crying and cleaning the toilet bowl, just when I thought it was my ordinary day until I encountered one of them.

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It's been a long day. There's nothing that happened recently. After finishing my toilet duty, I washed my hands at least ten times before going to the break-room and reading some unfinished light novels on my phone. The break-room has a mixture of sweat and perfume that combine it all, creating a nauseating smell that makes you want to puke. A loud punk rock song keeps blasting in the speaker on repeat while two employees have a dispute in the background. Good thing there is internet here.

Three hours have passed, and I'm finally bored. It's still nighttime. Since this place opened for 24/7 hours and no signs of customers popping in. This place is a fucking letdown. Finally finished my 3rd novel, slowly feeling my eyelids pushing down themselves. I tried to wake up by thinking of another thing: Comic books, Dead bodies, or even Duke Piggy. Heck, I can even sleep peacefully just by looking at it. I'm bored. I want to sleep. Maybe I can rest for 5 minutes. I'm sure nothing will happen when I'm alone here. Where is everyone?

I got up and looked around. The sound of loud music, people, arguing, and even the smell of sweat and perfume is gone. Now that I think about it. Where is everyone? The silence is killing me. I walked out of the break-room and was shocked to see that the hallway outside was a blackout. How come I didn't notice that everyone was gone? What the fuck was I doing? They didn't just leave me here. My stomach was churning, and beads of sweat collected down my forehead. I'm sweating. Strange. The lights are out even the AC is off.

I started strolling down and saw a pool of red liquid leading towards a room with the lights on. The door was left open ajar. Not following my guts of turning around and running towards the nearby exit. I walked toward the slightly open door and took a closer look.

I glanced outside and saw two-man behind their back standing next to each other with dangerous weapons in their hands. They seem to be arguing about something, clearly not noticing me.

Calm down—deep breath. Just walk away and pretend nothing happened. I'm sure everyone just ditched me here and ran away. Yeah, I'm sure that likely occurred. Just act like a koi fish and swim away. Don't make any sound and attract any attention to you.

That's when I didn't notice the puddle of blood and slipped down, creating a loud thud on the floor. Now my uniform is covered in blood and a bruise on my leg. I ended up meeting in eye contact with one of two guys leaning against the door.

The guy has straight red hair that goes past his ears. He has a scar on his cheeks that resembles a cartoonish lighting strike. Dark blue eyes seem to be glaring down at me like I'm walking a trash can. He wore an expensive bomber jacket and black jeans. He holds a baseball bat with barbwire in it. Looking closely, you can see the blood that has dried out.

My mind is telling me to run. My brain tells me to run away because this guy is a serial killer. I seem to become a statue in the spot. I'm scared. I'm not sure how I will stay alive when this guy is taller, stronger, and more good-looking than me.

Many things could go wrong. If I tried to run away, it ended up grabbing me by the neck and decapitating me if I tried to fight back. That red-haired psycho might get mad and decapitate me. Should I try to appease him? Nah, that wouldn't work. Give him money? Based on what he is wearing, he is probably loaded. Maybe pretending to be someone he knows? Play dead? Try to act like a blind person?

"Are you fucking deaf, kid?" Suddenly, I felt a sudden chill as hands made their way toward my throat, making me gasp and look up at the dark blue eyes. A fucking psycho is holding my neck, clearly towering over me with his colossal height. He is choking me. Fuck!

"Aye..sir.." I gasped as the man let go and threw me against the blooded floor. I gently touch my throat with my bloody fingers as I crane my neck toward the fucking bipolar psycho. Fuck, I'm still tearing up. That fucking asshole almost killed me. What's his fucking problem?!!

He squats down and grasps my chin making me look his way, having another staring session with this guy. This bastard is fucking crazy. He is not saying anything and still observing me.

He turned my chin up and ended up looking at my throat that was moving up and down.

"You're a guy?..."

I never thought that my entire masculinity would become a question. I'm a man! I'm not tall and manly, but do you think I'm a woman because of how I look! This guy is asking for a beating!

I possessed my courage and strength and raised my hand slowly, forming a fist. Seeing caught into my trap, The man grabbed my wrist with his other hand and gave me a 'Do you think I don't know that look.' I smirk as I hit him in the balls with my knees.

He groaned in pain as he let go of me while kneeling on the bloody floor, clutching his national treasure. Not missing this chance to escape, I ran towards a door, and cursing my bad luck, I forgot the other guy was still there!

"Winter, what's going on?--Pfft, Did you just get punched in the dick?" The other guy laughed, clearly amused, as he took out his phone and took pictures of the red-haired psycho. This guy is not helping him! Aren't they suppose to be friends!?

Seeing that his friend was distracted by his demise, I tried to escape when suddenly I felt a tug on my wrist. This guy seems to have six senses! His attention is clearly towards his friends, yet he can still grab my wrist.

"Oya? Why are you escaping, little one?" The guy stopped taking pictures and turned his eyes towards me. He is tall like his friend. He has light pink-haired, tied into a ponytail, and has a set of jet-black eyes that resemble a cat. He is wearing an unbuttoned black satin shirt that shows his muscular chest, has a rose tattoo on his left forearm, numerous piercings in his ears, and one in his nose. He is also wearing necklaces and many expensive rings adorned on his finger. He is also wearing skinny black jeans that make him look even taller. This guy just screamed an obnoxious playboy.

How come psycho 1 and 2 are both good-looking?

At the corner of my eyes, I saw psycho one is slowly getting up, having to recover from the trauma of his national treasure getting kicked. He grabbed his baseball from the floor and gave me his trademark glare towards me. His expensive clothes have become dirty because of the blood. Oh no. That made him 2x scarier.

Obnoxious playboy, also known as Psycho 2, tried to calm him down. "Mah, Mah. No need to kill the little one. So drop the baseball bat, Nee?" He ignored the other guy and started walking towards me. Shit! I have to run now!

I turned around and was about to move until I let out a horrifying scream. The tables and chairs are all covered in blood. Blood is everywhere. The restaurant mascots have smashed into the piece until nothing was left. Customers and even employees are dead. Their heads have been decapitated, and every head is arranged at the cashier counter. Everything cannot be salvaged at this point. And only a single light bulb survives enough to see this disgusting shit fest.

Does that mean does two psychos are the ones who have done this atrocity?

I mean, they are the ones who have weapons. The guy has a fucking scary baseball. The other guy has a gun that he is holding last time. Wouldn't it make sense that they did all of this? They killed these people. The people I used to see at work, I'm sure they didn't think they would die in the hands of these two perverted psychos.

"Stay away from me!" I yelled. I was slowly backing down until my back hit one of the chairs. I was probably a tiny fish to them. They wouldn't care how many people they killed. I'm always a coward but is this how my life suppose to end? To die without fighting?

The obnoxious playboy was stunned by my sudden voice while the red-haired guy stopped walking and looked at me with confusion. The pink-haired wannabe model tried to stride in front of me like I was some rabid dog he was trying to tame. "We might be kinda suspicious to you, but I guarantee that we won't do anything bad. Let's say we want to ask you some questions. So behave now, and you wouldn't mind dropping that bottle of ketchup? I don't want my clothes to be messy. Hahaha," He laughed and poked the bottle of ketchup that was pointing towards them.

"Oi Winter!, Try to calm him down and apologize. It's your fault for having such a scary face in the beginning, trying to kill the poor thing" The pink-haired guy elbowed Winter in the ribs, who is still killing me with his piercing stare. He slammed his baseball on the dirty floor, creating a crack on the concrete.

"No wonder you aren't getting any chicks with that attitude." The pink-haired commented while diverting his attention back to me. "Do you want a lollipop? I have mango, caramel, strawberry, and cocoa flavor."

"You murdered those fucking people! You think I'm gonna follow you like I'm some kind of an idiot!" I screamed. This is fucking crazy. Like how can they act so casual and nonchalant like nothing happened? Like the hell, I believe their bullshit! A nice guy, my ass! I bet they are stalling time and waiting to dump my body in the dumpster.

I rather eat shit than be killed by these perverted weirdos!

"We didn't murder them." Winter, who is the so-called 'I'm cold and indifferent what happened to you,' looked at me in a straight face, thinking I'll just believe everything he says just because he is good-looking. If it weren't for this situation, I would probably trust this guy fully. IF HE DIDN'T TRY TO KILL ME MULTIPLE TIMES!

I yelled. "YOU ASSHOLES THINK YOU CAN WALZ HERE AND MURDER THESE PEOPLE LIKE YOU ARE IN A FUCKING GTA GAME, WELL FUCK YOU ASSHOLES, I HOPE YOU EAT SHIT, AND I HOPE SATAN SHOVES YOUR ASS FULL OF SHIT! Even if you kill me! Mark my words! I, Ryan, will haunt you for the rest of your lif--"

Winter went behind my back and karate chopped me in the side of my neck. Immense pain started to spread, it was difficult for me to open my eyes. The pink-haired bastard in front of me waved their hand with a grin at me.

The last thing I saw was a camera flash before passing out.