154 True Self (1/2)

'Do they truly want to be my friends?'

'Are they messing with me?'

'Was that really an accident?'

Thoughts such as those rampaged wildly in his mind as the 2 sides of him began to clash against each other… One of his true self and one of his false self…

He could not tell what was real or fake, they all seemed all too true to him, dream and reality merged together.

A migraine bigger than any other one before it sprung out in his brain, making him crumble on the ground with red bulging eyes that felt like they were about to pop out of their sockets. His heart began pounding faster than ever before as he felt every fibre of his body shudder in pain, his heart feeling like it was about to explode at any instance as he rolled over on the ground in pure agony, pain from both mind and body.

When he tried to send those thoughts to the back of his head once again like he did the last time it happened, he only managed to be half successful as many of those thoughts and doubts still lingered at the front of his mind like they were a cockroach, refusing to die and go away.

'When will this end?'

'What is real?'

'What is fake?'

'I am sure they are my friends! They must be!'

…

'Right?'

Moby thought with a great amount of doubt in his heart, trying his best to give his future 'Friends' the benefit of the doubt as his suspicions were slowly being sucked away by some unknown means that he could not see or even fathom.

When he opened his eyes, he stared at the dirty gravel floor, his school uniform all muddy and wet from the rain that had begun to fall.

He shook his head, regaining control of his body and mind before looking at the 3 boys standing, looking down on him from above with a devilish grin on their face that Moby could not tell was a smile of good or bad intention, as he looked at them with a mellow expression before standing up on his 2 feet dusting the mud and gravel from his clothes.

During the time that Moby was still unconscious, rolling on the ground in anguish, Eric managed to relay to his friends the new change of plans he had devised, making them smile and agree with no hesitation. They were seeing big cracks in Moby's innocent, nice guy mask and they intended to make the cracks even bigger until it shattered completely into a million pieces, to break both his mind and body, making them feared, famous and renowned all around the school as it would no doubt be an astounding achievement.

”Sorry I made you guys so worried… I was just having some exhaustion issues again… Don't mind me… I promise It doesn't really happen often,” Moby said with an unsure smile, looking at the less than innocent faces of the 3 boys.

”Don't worry about it! I am just glad you are still with us! Allow me to introduce myself to you! I am Raymond Klee. My ability is poison gas manipulation, we are both in the same grade so we should try to get along! Nice to meet you!” Said a short, skinny, orange-haired boy who had a marginally larger nose than usual, his left hand out to shake Moby's hand as his right hand was still injured, an eerie smile on his face.

”It's nice to meet you too…” Moby nervously replied, shaking his hand hoping that everything would be fine.

They both shook each other's hand with a smile, nothing at all going bad or out of control as they both let go, making Moby breathe a sigh of genuine relief.

'I knew it! It must have all just been an accident that last time! What was I even thinking doubting their intentions! I should really learn to be more trusting of people… Humans are truly nice creatures...' Moby thought before getting his views flipped upside down and spoon-fed to him with a side of shit.

”What the fuck did you do kid! You got my hands all dirty! This is disgusting! Even my sleeves are now dirty from all this mud! How dare you! My mother works very hard to clean my clothes every day and you come along and make her work even harder!” Raymond bellowed with immense anger.

At that moment, the doubt crashed back into Moby's head like a meteorite as many thoughts flooded his mind…

'Fuck… it's all my fault… I should have wiped and cleaned my hands before I shook his… Poor mother…'

'But it's raining… his clothes would need washing anyways…'

'But his mother…'

'But how could cleaning something require that much effort when it's so easy with current technologies, I even do it myself and it's a piece of cake…'

”I am going to have to teach you a lesson for that!” Raymond shouted with clear excitement, ignoring Moby's blank puzzled look, punching him in the stomach so hard that it made him kneel down and firmly clench where the blow had landed.

”Yeah! Actions have consequences you know!” Simon screamed, punching Moby in the back with his enhanced fist, making him cry out in anguish as he felt his entire body shake from the blow.

”I-I am sorry… I promise to make it up to you as much as I can…” Moby said, curled up into a ball to protect his body, fighting tears from flowing down his face.

”Sorry isn't good enough!” Eric yelled, kicking Moby in the side of the ribs, making him grunt in agony but not stop apologizing.

”I am so sorry… It was all my fault! I'll clean it personally…” Moby mumbled, still curled up into a ball.

”Fuck! you're so dense! Don't you get it! We were never your friends! You're just a punching bag! A doll! The school doormat and nothing more! We just wanted something to let out our anger on! No one ever liked you! And no one ever will! You are nothing but a tool only fit to be used by others! Get that through your thick skull!” Eric bellowed with great amusement, an evil smile on his face as he kicked Moby's back once more, making him stop with his constant apologies.

”Haha! Come on guys it's working! Harder! Harder!” Eric added as he repeatedly kicked Moby who was still on the ground trying to protect his vitals, surrounded by the 3 boys who repeatedly whaled on him with a mixture of light and heavy blows, showing no mercy in their attacks.

'Fuck… why is this happening… What did I do wrong… Do they hate me? Did they hate me this whole time…' Moby thought, his mind running in circles, unable to believe what was going on in front of him as it contradicted his entire way of life… It was no longer all colourful with sunshine and rainbows, it was now grayer than it had ever been before in his life as the colours became blander, losing all of their energy and vibrance.

That was when the unknown images and sounds he had previously experienced suddenly sprung back in his mind, seemingly at the most inopportune time as it was the last thing he needed at that moment was more pain and uncertainty… It was all their fault for making him feel the way he currently felt after all...

Suddenly… a somewhat familiar, stunning, blue-haired beauty with a soft, loving smile and teary eyes appeared in his mind… One of the most beautiful girls he had ever laid eyes on in his entire life making him think where he had seen her before…

'Babe! Where is that might, vigour and unbreakable will I love so much about you! Tear them to shreds!' The girl said in a playful yet sad tone before immediately disappearing due to Raymond's powerful kick to his shoulder, making him groan in pain.

The more he got hit, the more images and scenes began flashing in his head… events that he could recall but not recall… Scenes of a soft, female voice in his head and a game-like interface… scenes of an older Eric, armless and legless like a nugget, getting swiftly beheaded by a familiar-looking rusty sword… Of a boy pooping on the ground and acting like a monkey... Of a blond teenager, choking on his own cock before eating his own feces… Of a crazy white-haired girl, expressing her love to him in one instance, and her exploding body in the next… Of a tall black-haired teenager's body dead on the ground, a knife right beside his corpse… A winged, beautiful demon with purple hair and glowing eyes appearing out of the sky like a goddess, with a smirk and chuckle on her face… a dinner table with 3 other people, 2 beautiful girls and 1 playful boy… A kiss with a gorgeous Blue-haired beauty under the starry, purple night sky, tears running down both of their faces, burning trees in the background along with soothing music…