Another (an original story)
Prompt by: @write-it-motherfuckers
From anyone elses eyes, you would assume that I wore such tight looking clothes for a reason. Where that may be true, the reason would surprise even the most imaginative.
I work in what would be known as Uprising Agency, which is connected to my other business of psychology and therapy sessions called M.U.I. or Multiple Universe Industries which both main buildings connect together in S.W.W. or Space Within Worlds. I would share what these specific things do, but that Classified Information due to Universal Law. I can however say that as much as I have helped the ones considered broken, I am the most fractured one of them all.
The only way the others in this line of work knew was on a week unlike any other. I recorded the entire situation on an audio log, but once listening to it, I was so terrified of what happened that I asked someone to put it into word format.
Log Entry:
My spine feels like it's on fire. It's happening again, I know it. Except this time, it's worse. If the others get wind of this, they'll want to kill me.
The last one came from the throat, so speech is the message in that. Shyness? No. Anxiety, maybe. But what about my back? Is that bitch telling me I'm spineless? Ugh God... I honestly don't know what to do this time.
I should take a shower. Chrome!?
Yes, Agent K?
Activate the google home function and pause recording for 10 minutes.
Activating Google Home Function Command/Pause/Recording
Log Entry:Paused
Log Entry:Recording
Okay, this somewhat helped, but I think it's close.
If I scream... and someone finds me, and them... I promise to explain later.
Oh God. THE PAIN! FUCK!
*falls on the floor*
*whispering* damn you to Hell, or bless you to heaven, nothing will work, you're mine twenty four seven.
No. I won't let you do this ag- OH FUCKING HELL!
*whispering* You misunderstand, every Goddess needs a Devil, the third between us, has become nothing but our vessel.
Help... me...
Log Entry: Disconnected
I was on the floor as my back had broken open and I looked at the creature that had been birthed due to my fear and self hatred. Being in the middle of the cosmic embodiments of the Devil and God has its limits... but I asked for this. I asked for full neutrality.
My mind went blank as I passed out on the floor, hearing a rhyme that has haunted me for years.
I am the saviour
Though I can never be saved.
I am the destroyer
Yet I regret the mess I made.
Call it Lovecraftian
As I still have no word
For what their labels truely are
Seemingly absurd.
I am not good
I am not evil
I just am
Even if you claim me a liar,
I don't give a damn.
All I wished to be was neutral
Now I'm to scared to move.
Spineless
Speechless
With nothing to prove.
All I can do,
is help others find their way
Who am I? I'll tell you now.
My name is Agent K.
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