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CHAPTER 2



The next day there was as much of a hassle early in the morning as the last. I had no idea why it was happening, and I didn’t bother to ask. I was in my bed, half asleep and in a game of clash royale. Now there’s this card in clash royal ugh I don’t know why it’s so overpowered someone at supercell should really nerf the shit out of it. The mega knight, the chunky mega black armored fat piece of shit. I just want to say one thing to the people that play that card. Fuck you, you should go delete the game, just do it.

So! here I was on my bed, half asleep being butchered by the mega knight while the other room was filled with hurried movements. I turned to the side away from the door and pushed my goblin barrel to the left tower. One arrow and them goblins were dead.

“It’s hopeless” I sighed. I don’t know why suddenly I was so angry; I punched the phone. When in real life, I actually wanted to punch that stupid mega knight. Stupid fat Fucker! The phone screen whitened for a second and returned back to normal. I had lost by then. Three crowns to none.

My mother poked her head through my door. “Your grandfather is sick, we are going there don’t know when we’ll be back, take care of the house” And they left. Well of course it was not as fast as I said just now. They did eat and I ate with them and they left.

And so, I was all alone in the house.

The old dude was dying. Ninety-seven years of age and now of all times. He was dying. You know when you die old you have a lot of children and then there’s a lot of their children, and yet you have to die alone, miserable, barely able to speak and to top it off it, it's probably going to be like five people max at his funeral cause of the whole covid thing. Ok, I will acknowledge that this doesn’t really apply to everyone, but still, the dude’s in for a rushed funeral. Wouldn’t like that, personally.

I thought about it for a while and went back to the game. I couldn’t really do anything about it. Besides this game is pretty fucking addicting. I mean it’s the same shit over and over again. I can’t believe I used to be like. Fuck Dota! That’s just the same thing over and over! How can you play that? And why the hell are you killing those innocent creatures that did nothing to you at all just kill the enemies like wtf! Now I understand that each opponent gives its own taste own feeling of excitement and all that shit. So, I take it back, since this shit is pretty much the same.

My phone was starting to act a bit weird by the time. I had played my fifteenth game, so I set it aside. And made myself something to eat for later. Sausage and some beans.

“Are you shitting me!” Came a voice as I stood on the marbled floor of my kitchen, roasting the sausages in a “non-stick” pan, at medium heat. I turned back towards the wooden dining table. And there, in one of the seats right next to my fridge sat. Another? Me?

I rubbed my eyes to look again and he was gone. “Eh,” I said and turned back to cooking. There he was again sitting on the granite stand next to the stove. I almost dropped the wooden spatula off my hand, out of fright. Hand on my chest I took two deep breaths.

“Am I that ugly?” he said, sliding his hands across his patch bearded cheeks, staring into the small glass atop the grinder.

I said nothing. Perhaps I wasn’t sure if I should say anything, or believe anything that was happening before me.

“What?” He spoke again getting off the pedestal. I still just stared. “Sod off now! Else these sausages are gonna burn like our ass innit!” he pushed me aside, took the spatula from my hands, and started turning the sausages around until they were nice and red. Then he turned off the stove. All the while I sat on the chair closest to him and wondered.

What the fuck is going on?! This was the only thought in my head.

“I’m you bruv!” he spoke. “That’s what the fuck is going on”

I blacked out.

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