Getting Dumped & the First “Log-in.” (Edited.)

— Republic of the Dionese, Earth. —

A flashback came upon me...

"That's it, Jonathon; if you cannot provide for my needs then we cannot be together, simple as that," my girlfriend [Sasha] stated, knowing well my current financial status (which obviously wasn't good judging by her actions alone).

Standing to her right was a burly, muscular-looking, white man... But even that failed to make the unhinged me understand the situation I had been in: 'H-huh? This can't be happening...it can't! Sasha understands how hard I work for her, she would neve—'

The burly, muscular man came forward a few steps, looked me in my eyes, and hissed: "Fuck off."

Faced with two choices (running, or lunging at the burly man and making him infertile; unable to have children, or reproduce) in my "unhinged state," I naturally chose the former.

I...ran away.

Why?

...

Oddly feeling numb to my previous encounter, I kept on running, and running, and running...until I felt tired, and sat down on a cold, empty floor.

Thereupon that, I...broke down?

I mumbled...then shouted, then screamed.

Gibberish egressed from my mouth as I struggled to form words, which led to only a few somewhat-intelligible; coherent words being formed.

"W-why?" transformed into whining: "T-this is unfair… Why me?" which also quickly transformed into: "Fuck you, Sasha, you whore... You slut...insecure, unpleasurable bitch, burn in hell!"

Ironic.

I stood up—crying—and moved my sorry ass to my obviously rented room in the flat (which was in quite the shoddy state) that I was staying at.

Taking out my keys from my stained jeans, I put them in the cylinder of my door's lock and unlocked my door, took my keys, entered my room, and then locked the door behind me.

Falling to the again cold, hard floor of my room, more tears fell down from my face, which had not even a speck of insecurity etched onto it.

I cried and cried, and cried...until I fell asleep.

...

Waking up groggily, I immediately recalled the antecedent events that occurred just a few hours ago, paying no heed to my thoughts though, I stood up, went to the bathroom, did my business, brushed my "healthy" teeth, and fell on my bed.

Then, my phone suddenly vibrated.

Ignoring it at first, but getting curious when it kept vibrating led to me taking my phone out of my pocket, tapping on its screen a few times, and being presented with a...peculiar notification?

{"Congratulations! You have been awarded an 'Aston Brandon C-1' for getting rid of your cheating, toxic girlfriend. To redeem our generous award please head to..."}

Faced with quite the situation I ignored the message, but, hope quickly overfilled my very being as I thought: '...the chances of this being real are practically zero, but…maybe, maybe it is, no harm in checking, right? Other than getting embarrassed for bothering the establishment that I'll be going to,' I reasoned.

So… I hastily jumped from my bed, not the best choice that I could make seeing how dizzy I became, but, you reap what you sow, don't cha?

After overcoming my dizziness, I scurried out of the now-unlocked door of my room still wearing my dirty, stained clothes, locked the door once more, exited the flat that I had been staying at, and jogged—the establishment that I am heading to is thankfully (and weirdly) close to where I'm staying at, which definitely isn't the best place in the city that I'm livin' in.

Paying no heed to my digressive thoughts once more, I continued jogging until I finally arrived at a place called: "Brandon Dealers."

Walking at a brisk; hurried pace I entered the establishment and was immediately greeted with a great aroma, and disgusted gazes, which led to an employee (a female employee to be exact) coming up to me…

"Hello, sir! I'm afraid that you cannot stay here if you're just sightseeing, please exit our dealership."

"I'm here for my car, the 'Aston Brandon C-1,' my name's Jonathon, Jonathon F. [François] Peter."

"With all due respect, you don't look like you can afford…such an expensive car…sir, please don't force me to call security, our esteemed customers are already irritated by you, don't ruin our image, and leave. It's for your own good," the woman's tone seemed passive-aggressive to me.

Thinking of giving up and not embarrassing myself even further I started turning, only stopping when a sudden sound propagated.

"Sir Jonathon!" A woman…with a big bust shouted, looking like she was important, which made me regain some of my fading hope.

I noticed the eyes of the woman that I had been talking to widen, which further solidified my belief.

My eyes made contact with the…big-busted woman who called out to me, and then, she suddenly stopped only a few steps away from me, faced my direction, and merely stated: "Pleasure to meet your acquaintance, I apologize for the behavior of my employee, she didn't know that you were coming! Please do forgive her, you can follow me to get your paperwork and new, freshly-painted car!"

Following her hastily-said words, I followed the woman—no, the lady as hope and excitement filled my spirit.

…

We ended up in her office, alone.

…

I gave her my ID, license, and insurance card, three things that I carried around just in case the message, or notification was real.

Lucky me!

…

After everything was sorted out, I finally got my keys and some documents which I held with my left hand while heading for my new car with the woman [manager] leading me.

And then, we finally arrived.

My eyes immediately fell upon a glossy, luxurious-looking sedan.

I instinctively raised my right hand, pressed on my car keys, and heard a noticeable sound as I headed towards the front doors of the car, and opened the one on the driver's side.

Looking appalled, I slowly entered through the door, not realizing that I had left the manager behind, I gently placed the documents I got inside of the glove box of my new car after opening it, then I closed the said glove box, fixed my poor posture and hunched back, and then turned the car on.

Then, it finally clicked.

'I forgot about the manager…'

Tilting my head suddenly, I looked at the manager who flashed a smile at me.

I exited the car and apologized.

"Ah! My apologies, the car's beauty had smitten me there."

"No worries, pleasure doing business with you, Sir Jonathon."

"Likewise…"

"Cathy, my name's Cathy."

"Likewise, Cathy!"

After conveying my gratification with my new-gained car, I entered it once more, closed the door, put my seatbelt on, and blurred outside of the dealership with my half-a*sed driving skills…

{A/N: Gib stones?}