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drdent0n t1_j2wx1v6 wrote

“Ugh. Is this how you live?” The shocked and condescending tone rattled my head.

I roll my eyes a bit with a half-hearted shrug. “I mean, yea, I guess.” I couldn’t believe this was happening. I knew that girl was way too hot to be talking to me. I definitely shouldn’t have gotten into the van willingly. But, I mean, I wasn’t about to walk home. And now I have become this vessel or anointed one as they keep saying. I dunno, it all really just seems like a whole lot of work.

“You really need to get yourself together. We have a lot of things we need to get done. We have a time table to keep in mind.” He sounded like a boss I had once. He fired me.

Yea, ok. That really doesn’t sound like much fun at all. I know that he kinda controls and owns me, but he still needs my help. And I’d rather just not. “Ok ok, how about today we just make a list of things that you want to get done by the end of the week. This way I know how I will have to pace myself. That’s a good way for me to get started. I like to know what’s coming before I just into things. I mean, I think that’s fair anyways.”

“This is pathetic. Look at yourself, you have one sock on! We only have 6 months to get this done before I need to find another host. Do. You. Hear. Me? If this doesn’t work, in 6 months, you will be dead.”

I mean, don’t threaten me with a good time, right? Anyway to move that up at all? Maybe 2 weeks?

“This is the motivation I’m looking for!” He sounded excited for the first time. “I don’t think 2 weeks is time to get everything done but-“

No, I mean two weeks for the deadline. Like, if it doesn’t happen in two weeks, you know, it’s over?

“What?” He used all the strength he had to control my hand for a moment.

Punched my right nut.

Down I went, I didn’t know I had that kind of strength, color me surprised!

“Now” He hissed “Get up, we have work to do!”

Me, laying on the floor in the fetal position. It feels good down here. The pain in my stomach from the ball punch is starting to lighten and the cold floor feels good on my face. A little nap won’t hurt anything, plus I doubt he could take control of any of my limbs again for a few hours. Like a built in alarm clock. Eyes are closing, good night.

“HEEEYY!!!” it sounded like he was starting to lose his mind “THIS IS NO TIME FOR A NAP!!”

Right, like it’s the first time I’ve fallen asleep with voices yelling in my head. They really should have screened people before sacrificing them. I guess you get what you pay for, and they didn’t pay me anything. Jokes on them now.

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Expert-Pomegranate-8 t1_j2x1azh wrote

"I guess this is happening now."I said,the frustration and will to live compressed into a tiny box beside the gigantic boulder of sloth and laziness in my head.The white dressed man clutched my hair and looked into my eyes, chanting some words that I could care less about. Sacrifice me and be done with it already. I wouldn't be here, if not for my girlfriend insisting on me to visit her granny's death.

Hope it is more comfortable in the afterlife.

He thrust my head back upon the rock and continued talking on and preaching in the local language. I learnt one language, at the age of ten. I am not even going to try to understand this idiot.He clutched a fist of some red powder and buried my face in it.My eyes burnt and nose crackled as though glass powder slipped through my throat. I coughed and sneezed as they readied the large scimitar to be done with my head.

Fuck this guy, I guess.

The silver glint, a shiny spark of light , shone in my eyes as the sword fell upon my head.

It was instantaneous as I felt power of the ruin flow and move against the nature of preservation itself.I was a sharp wedge driven into the flow of ruin, a sharp rod that conducted life and death.The subconscious of unconscious and the eye of destruction looked at me atop the frozen wastes.

Knowledge and another mind took my body.My body felt weird and almost as if I was the intruder there.I looked at my severed body as my eyes opened and saw it before me.It happens ,I guess ,but still even for me, i felt a little afraid now.

Ruin was in control now. He rose in a eldritch force of miasmic impulses and black gas as my body moved infront of the head. I was intensely afraid the black gas erupted out of my neck and nearly formed a smokey head of itself.It was surreal as I saw my own body as my own hand clutched my head.

"Get used to this"said Ruin as he spoke and moved in my body.

"The hell,I am."I said and went ahead and slept in my mind.

"Wake up,You goddam oaf."Ruin threatened me as my lethargy overcame, all control Ruin could exert.

"How'd it feel?"I asked in my mind space.

"How do you even move with all this lethargy in you?"Ruin asked in utter bewilderment as I moved towards him, floated more like."It can incapacitate a God, literally kid."

"Well, your free trial of my body has expired ,Mister.Dont mind this."I said, as I ripped the light and my body from his grip and came to be as the cultist Ruin was speaking to was momentarily repeated what he just said.

"All of you, die."I spoke in Ruins voice as his words came true simultaneously.

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Luna-LaFey t1_j302lp4 wrote

In the mind space, I find myself blinking at an unknowable entity. The god, I supposed, of the cultists who kidnapped me. Who was currently ranting at me about how weak I was, how lazy. Which honestly. Rude. But whatever.

"Dude. I'm not lazy, I just have adhd and executive dysfunction. I can't make myself start a task, the brain chemicals literally won't let me." I pause briefly, before grinning at him, sharp and vindictive. "I mean, you're more than welcome to try, but I've been fighting with it for literally my entire life, I doubt you're gonna do as well."

It takes him about an hour to give up on getting up, with his cultists frantically trying to figure out what's wrong. Another hour goes to trying to trying to convince me to tell him my secrets. But even I don't know how to make myself do things, so his relentless interrogation gets nowhere. Three hours in, my stomach gurgles loudly, and he gets the abrupt realization that my body is hungry. And I get the realization that it's been a while since I ate.

Eventually, he manages to get me sitting up, though it's reluctant, my body not really willing to get out of the comfortable bed the cultists had put me on after they'd brought their god into me. It's funny, though, watching the dawning horror on his face when he comes to terms with my utter lack of motivation. And all this while I don't have to deal with my meat suit. I don't have to feel the constant pain in my body, I don't have to struggle with deciding to get up to go to the bathroom, I don't have to push myself to eat. He does. And it's hilarious.

In the end, it only takes a full day for him to abandon my body. Long enough to understand how grueling my daily life is, even just staying home. And long enough that, when I return to the front of my mind, I've had a lovely break from being in charge.

"Hey, Mr. god man? You're welcome to do this again if you want, no complaints from me." Again the sharp grin, though this time visible on my body. And the plume of sentient smoke that is the god visibly shrinks away from me. With a laugh, I get up, easily pushing past my barriers of lethargy and 'laziness', and stretching. Sore muscles, weak joints, unexplainable pain, and all.

After all, if nothing else, my own bed was beckoning, and that was good enough motivation to get me going home. Honestly, he called himself a god when he couldn't even get past a mental disability. What a weak god.

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