"Chooooose!!!!"
How do I choose something I cannot see?
Such questions inevitably die out in the cusps of my throat.
"Hm…"
"Uh.. S-Sir? They… can't see…"
"Eh, screw em. He stole my milk! My chocolate milk!!!! How dare this infidel! Following orders of the poletariat!!!"
"Pol…what? What is that even supposed to mean."[1]
"What do you mean I said that wrong?" They stopped. " Prol? Not Pol? MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN SHUT YO–"
"Regarding the choice, what does it incline specifically?"
"Oh okay so you chose bo–"
I chose?
"Below? Seriously? Ah hell naah. You. You are paying them off aren't you. AREN'T YOU!!!!!!! YOU'RE NOT SLICK!!!!!!!! YA AIN'T SLICKER THAN A LICKER BUDDY!!!!!!!!"
Sanity is measured by reason.
The majority of those who follow the orders of the star can be considered reasonable and stable.
"YOUR DAYS ARE NUMBERED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I WON'T REST UNTIL I SEE FLAPJACK DOWN IN THE DEPTHS OF THE BLACK OCEAN!!!!!"
Some individuals do have loose screws.
Disorders, certain 'uniqueness', trauma, distortions, so on.
In regards to people who may not know such things, they label it as madness.
Or the finer word.
Insanity.
Such a simple word. In… added to Sanity. Opposite.
To conclude,
"Yes, to the audience watching. They are insane. We love and follow the insanity."
"Hey who said I was insane? I'm perfectly normal. Like, no joke, I'm a normal dude. I just have a game show in this wonderful world."
Such duality.
Of course, then They are sane.
Thus was the conclusion.
"Ah, my apologies. Slip of the devil's tongue."
"Alright I'll see you in the depths of hell."
Oh.
Where shall the guided be next?
— — — —
Out of the corner of her eye, Argon watched Them.
What for like, five minutes? Before they went to get T H I N G majority of the time They were reveled in narrating.
Argon was auspicious.
For like two minutes.
Now, three people sat. The audience had no idea what the ducky was the lineup today.
Now, They were silent.
Staring at the chair that became empty.
What kind of look they had in their eyes… undefinable in the arrangement.
The Host, The Assistant(?), Sub.
The Host thought wildly.
That much is a guarantee.
Praise cannot be held from view.
Likewise, the murky waters held deep within the dark brown eyes hold appetite.
An utterly normal gaze.
So what is it?
What are these emotions and feelings supposed to mean?
By how much?
How much is known?
"Nothing at all."
— —
If I were told to say what is a reason of the question they asked, how much would their face change?
Certainly, it varies depending on what is said.
A lie could be packaged as the truth.
A truth could be reformed into a lie.
Deceive, trick, sleight of hand.
How well it is done rests entirely on the shoulder of the speaker.
"What're yer ere for?"
"To regale the tales brought with me underneath."
"Tsk."
Metal and hammers.
The brotherhood of steels very own here.
"Shan't it be so?"
[Uh… S-Sir? A-Aren't you…?]
Comparatively, they are the makers. The advanced know-it-alls of technology.
Insignificant? Old fashioned?
I did say comparatively.
[W-Well… here lies the graves of m-millions. Craftsman of their fields, deliverance holds no value to history. Give the message to the highest.]
The standard. That's good.
A light smile curled on my face.
Some say monsters hold nothing but chaos and destruction in their hands.
Yet none have surmised why they do such acts.
Why do I forsake others when it's more beneficial to integrate?
Not like I.
Why do I cause this if it only brings attention?
I despise the rulers.
Why do they need to be cleared?
So I can live.
"Head on in."
For someone who's done this many times, understanding is always vague for such individuals who act irritated.
Maybe their height has something to do with it?
Flaws are everywhere if you think about it long enough.
[Yeah does that count Virtue?]
[Huh?]
[Ah damn.]
[S-Sir?]
[My prayers were that I didn't see this guy pissed.]
…It seems it was too troubling to them.
My hearing was regularly assaulted by the sweltering heat and sound of hammers.
I can applaud them for such insistence on their work, but hospitality is lacking.
Though they likely don't care besides maybe trading?
"Fortunate to be in this ground is it not?"
[What? O-Oh, well I guess? They kind of just locked themselves…]
It's quite typical.
Just like how those forest lovers couldn't believe their eyes when they saw both granters.
…Such a shock caused by color apparently.
Shame or not?
Come to think of it, both have great obsessions. As if bound to it. Frankly, that's amusing.
"The thunder rolled out of the tongue, causing untold destruction. Give us the power to reign above others. Greed in veins, Pride in the mind, Envy in the heart."
Have we been forsaken? Surely not?
"God has abandoned you."
[Oh I kind of forgot that aspect. Didn't they say retribution was upon us or something?]
"By the end, they were repelled, justice and good has won."
"Quit your yappin human!"
"Terribly sorry."
"I'll rip that smug smile off your face."
Ah, but it was only apologetic?
Emotion must be expressed somehow.
[With your reputation, you encountered… wait no, before… Nevermind. Just. Closer.]
"Ah. What fortune."
It's similar in precedent. Like before, one cannot flee without ripping and gouging the tail.
Then let me tell.
With each step, the scent grows stronger.
"The Star. Who is that? What is The Star? Personally, I like to say that. Others are more… formal?"
Though I cannot say if they are joking or not.
That wide smile, I still see.
Needless to say, it can never be objective if I were to spout the next words.
"So why? Why say it like that? All stars exist in the endless void. Flickering with light. Proving their existence at one point."
I stop.
[So that's the one.]
Indeed Miss Argon. A fellow who proved nothing.
A dog with a bark louder than a wail of desperation.
"..." a faint snort emboldened by shrewd coldness.
"Ah, follow. Follow." I gestured.
Whilst this short journey continues to the inevitable, the scent grows stronger.
Understand? Dislike? Sometimes, there is only a wall.
"The Star, was never a star to begin with. How could that be? Then what was it for? Someone who lied? Lied? Our belief, shattered in the storm created.
Washed away for new seeds to grow. Endlessly."
To be frank, how much can you say with only skimming?
Quite a lot about it apparently.
In fact, regardless of how it is spun, if told in a reasonably believable way, anything can be expanded.
"Then we were brought upon the heaven existing. A place for the righteous. Demand is met with subconscious error. Deathly pale each day, The Star watched. Merely observing as faith whittled to nothing."
"..."
The crowned sovereign and the lost divinity.
Despite being a place full of metal, it reeks of aged ash.
[Here ahead, the messenger comes to deliver it. Then what is next?]
"Spite. Hatred. Anger. Irritation."
The gates do not open for a single insignificant creature.
Hence their voice.
"Halt. State your purpose."
"A measly wanderer set to tell a tall tale to a fascinating sovereign."
"Get that fancy tongue of yours and leave."
My oh my.
Never is it simple. That is, of course, expected.
Such a sneer for a dog that thinks of itself highly.
The only thing it can do is spew it's feeble emotions as if it were more important than anything else.
"That was expected."
Then again.
[With this sudden blocking, how will you enter..?]
"There are many ways to entertain. Likewise, there are many ways to fail and bring a remark dripping with unbridled sadness.
Just because there was denial, does not mean it is true. Especially for a dog with heightened emotion."
"..."
Lost that embodying superiority?
Such a shame.
"Damn human! Think yer better huh!?"
To think is to feel.
To feel is to lie.
"I'll peut a hole in yer–"
Indeed.
"There can be no joy for a tale that has ended in misery."
If there was, then it was imagination.
For denial was too engrained.
"How much stagnation has accumulated? …The Answer…?"
[1] They keep doing me dirty by not allowing me to have smol words sob