Old Jack evolves into Jack the Sunset! SSUUNNSEETTTSSS!

The man looked at the antics of this young man, flashes of his hard life and all sorts of demeaning things that he had to do to survive passed through his mind as he began to feel pity for this poor young man with mental disabilities. When he saw the young man look over his shoulder and show an astonished expression on his face, for some moments he thought that perhaps the city guard was behind him.

But right when he was about to dash, the young disabled man said, "Hey pumpkin man the harvest field is the other way!"

The man was confused by what he just heard. But soon, the whole alley began to thunder with laugher. Most of the homeless people knew old man Jack as it would be easy to recognize him because he had a very peculiar face skin color.

Old Jack had been through much in his life. Hunger, beatings, harvest seasons, attempts of jelly production, carving contests... You say it and he will tell you the hows, whos, tastes and where's of them all.

Although all those things, he still remained here as one of the Last of the Pumhimpkans. But never in his hole pumpkin life had he been dissed by an unknown disabled guy.

He raised his fist to teach the disable guy a lesson, even though he knew that beating in disables was wrong, the damned voice sounded again, "No sorry for that old man. I shouldn't judge you based on your features."

The young man got up and tried to clean himself the better he could. He reached his hand to old Jack. The old Jack gazed with apprehension at the young man's face and not seeing any trace of malice, he put downs his fist and morphed it into a greeting handshake as he took the other hand into his. The old man that he would finally be able to speak, but we all know that "Orange face, trust misplaced".

"But, old man you can count on me to help you. We Shall Make This Alley Great Again!"

The rope finally snapped.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU SAYING!"

Crete looked at the old man and he watched a show that seemed like the sunset, as the man's face turned from bright orange to dark orange and then to red. He felt like it was the most beautiful sight one could watch. He put his hand on the man's shoulder and showed him a thumbs up.

"Sir, thank you for showing how beautiful a sunset can be. I shall remember till my death how you sacrificed your face to show that we humans can accomplish anything through sheer willpower."

Crete bowed to the man as glistering tears fell from his face on to the ground.

Meanwhile, the homeless from the alley and all the other occupants seemed to achieve transcendence as they gained telepathic resonance. While their minds achieve resonance their thoughts were same, "Uhn?"

Their Uhn? was so powerful that the birds, insects and rats in the alley also seemed to connect with it as they stood immobile while gazing blankly at the young man crying.

But like the famous saying, "Nothing in life comes free", the only casualty was the Old Jack a.k.a Jack The Sunset.

The old Jack there remained, eternally rooted to that spot as all kinds of thoughts passed through his mind, 'What is the meaning of life? I always thought that it was to live a happy and fulfilling life. Enduring and surpassing all adversities, making the best of all situations and never let anyone hold you down. But perhaps...'

He looked at his hands and said, "Maybe I am a Sunset"

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Meanwhile, our MC was also having a existential breakthrough.

'What the hell! I can't control what I say.'

Crete raged in his mind while he remembered everything that happened ever since he saw that old man.

'But I have to say, DAM! My body in auto mode sure is reckless and beautiful!'

He never though that the threat from the soon to be NTRed Red Bearded Tunic Lover would be like this. The thought that he would be in a completely different place, without knowing anyone while at the same time only be able to speak like this was... AWESOME!

Crete always wanted to be able to say anything he though. He knew that he could do that in his original world but his other restrains prevented him from releasing his sleeping beast.

Like for example, he had a girlfriend that had a very fat sister and he always wanted to say to her sister, "Yo so fat that your bellybutton gets home 15 minutes before you do!". Or one time, a fat old lady was raging at him because he didn't give her a normal seat when there was one available for her in those special zones, "Yo so fat and old when God said, "Let there be light," he asked you to move out of the way.".

But he never got to say that as he knew that society wouldn't agree with his awesome jokes but in this world and already dying once, Crete really didn't care if got stronger or died. He only wanted to leave his face on the memory of the people, he wanted woman to scream at him every time he passed by, he wanted man to admire him, he wanted young squirts to aspire to be like him.

He looked at his body and thought, ' Dad is proud of you!'

He shook his body to resemble like his body was agreeing with him. He looked around him and gazed at the Lorax which was having a spiritual trip.

He looked at all the people in the alley and he knew what he had to do. He got a wood box and stepped on top of it.

Everyone's resonance seemed to disappear as their brain began to work once again as they looked at the him. He saw many looks on their faces but the thing that he saw the most was the desire to change.

He arranged his imaginary tie and shouted, "People of the Alley! Let me tell you something! From today onwards, you shall not be called Alley mongrels but Sesame Street Mongrels.!" The intensity of his words was so high that he had to close his eyes. He began to hear some noise, but he knew that was normal as he knew that very soon all the people in Sesame Street would be clamoring him for such daring and courageous act.

Crete never felt something like this. This burning feeling coming from his heart as the words begin to install into his very being. The warmth spread into his head as the thought of revolution began to seep into the depths of his soul, then the arms, the legs, the body...

Crete opened his eyes only to see a wooden leg crashing into his face.