Olly's POV
You wouldn't believe how unkempt my friendships are.
The Drunkard:
"HEY MAN! ITS BEEN SO LONG SINCE WE MET! CAN'T BELIEVE I GET TO SEE YOU AT THIS PARTY!" He yelled. I tucked myself under his shoulder uncomfortably.
Where are my manners? First off—My name is Oliver Tron Jaden Kimistry. It's a strange name. But living in 890-E Approximately 2000-ish years after the grand apolocalypse on earth in 2347 year, everyone started keeping track of time. Now in the fifth cycle of restoration, where fathers are no longer needed to raise children, I was born to my mother asexually. She's the strongest woman I know.
And hence, she thought I was her strongest soldier.
The drunkard who had his arm around me? He was my bully before bestie.
"Man, how is your nose still straight after I punched them flat so many times?" He asked. I laughed awkwardly,
"If you have the kind of money I did, facial reconstructions become a daily routine, you know?" I said, still awkward.
Then, the storm walked in.
The Flirt:
"Girls, girls, girls~
Don't be so dramatic!~
It should be a crime to look that fine, y'all! How much do each one of you take to spend a night with me?" He asked shamelessly. One girl, though laughing, had her smile wiped off when her dad came up to my friend, slapped him across the face.
Deserved...I'd say.
He's the serial flirter of the group.
But he never scores women. 'Cause of his looks, they all say. But he says,
"Haha...he couldn't accept that I was about to steal his daughter. He's jealous of my squint eyes."
If self confidence was personified, this fat, balding blob with spectacles and squinted eyes would be one.
I grimaced quietly.
Then, my legendary loser of a friend finally showed up with lipstick stains all over his mouth and with a um...boner.
The Cheater:
"OOF!" He barked like a dog before sitting down,
"Ha! I just fuc-ed a ladyboy on the street! He/She was so good, I think I had the best nut in my life! Filled that thing up to the BRIM! Man...that thing was better than Kristy."
Well...that's how he always shows up to get togethers but this time...our eyes widened.
A very pregnant woman with a ring on her finger tapped the cheating friend on his shoulder.
SLAP!
That slap was crisper than the diet coke in my hand.
"Kristy..."
"47th one this week." Saying, she dropped the ring in his lap and left.
Kristy was only his 19th wife after bring the 38th girlfriend so...
"Um...I need to go pee." I said, wanting to get out of there discretely. Like all times. But they knew what I'd do anyway.
"Don't go, Olly! Pee your pants! It's too cold out there. Pee here and feel warmer!" They said, high-fiving, laughing like it was the biggest joke.
I could've peed on them, but got forbid, they'd accidentally kill me. Note- Accidentally.
Someone tapped on the stage mic.
"Ahem! Class of 885-E! St. Clark Institute welcomes you back!" Our half-cyborg principal greeted us. Mr. Dem Dave.
"I ain't happy to be back though..." I grumbled under my nose. I felt my pocket vibrate. Was it my mom? I hoped not.
My heart started racong because...I hated leaving my mom alone.
Three years ago, when dad died of a heartattack, there was no one in the house. Our mansion was estranged. All workers returned home, too.
That night, my mom dragged my dad's body to the car all by herself. The trail of blood as she dragged him through the gravel still hadn't washed off. At least from our heads. I was barely in high school, and friends were important. These same group of drunkards, flirts and cheats locked me away from my mother at a frat party.
37 missed calls.
109 messages.
Next day, I was taken to the hospital by our butler. The whole world was shocked.
"We would like to pay homage to our dear donator...who is sadly not among us. But he shines bright in the sky, right...there." Dem Dave pointed at the sky, his voice sober and kind of...yearning. Him and my dad were kinda close. Dad was their biggest donator. Charity or just friendly help to keep the institution afloat.
"Aw...they're talking about our spoiled brat's dad..." My drunkard friend slurred. People around us...they laughed.
I was their scrawny punch bag for years. No wonder they didn't care if I had little tear drops running down my cheeks at that moment. In fact, they enjoyed making me cry.
"Paul Arthur Kimistry was one of our best—" Suddenly, the earth shook.
The ground...started splitting beneath our couch!
"GET AWAY!" yelling, the cheating friend of mine pushed me and the drunkard back. Shoved so hard, I landed on th drunkard on the grass.
But...in a split second, we watched the couch be devoured into...magma!
"EARTHQUAKE!"
Chaos.
I turned to the drunkard friend who sobered up real quick. His eyes turned to me.
I...didn't know what to do.
"Olly...remember when you...you stole my girl?" What an odd time to remember...
"She was my cousin. I...I loved her." He said.
"Karina was your cousin! That's basically ince—"
Before I could get the words out...I was kicked in the chest.
Karina—my lovely angel of a girlfriend, almost fiancee...watched the atrocity from afar. Her hands flew to her mouth as she watched my body disappear into the earth's crater.
She lost consciousness.
And I...felt like I've been falling forever.
Until...DARKNESS ENGULFED ME.
*TI-TING*
A quick sound brought me back to life. But darkness was still too evident.
I touched my face. Realized my eyes were open.
And then...
*TI-TING*
"PLAYER: ONE."
A robotic voice flinched me up.
"Hello? Am I alone!? I can't see!! Am I blind!?" I screamed, terror of losing my vision so suddenly clouded me.
But then, a cyan display appeared in front of my eyes. The cyan board displayed some...instructions?
EVERYTHING YOU SEE IS BLACK.
PRESS ○ TO LIVE.
PRESS × TO DIE.>
My eyes widened.
I was gonna die?
What.. what was the NOIR SYSTEM?