The apocalypse is just a prank bro
He likes his tea at the correct temperature, his socks properly paired, and his mornings arranged in a way that suggests the universe still has standards. When the rain starts melting streets, the dead begin walking, and something the size of an office block starts treating the city like a snack drawer, Arthur does what any sensible man would do.
He complains about infrastructure.
Unknown to Arthur, the world ended three years ago.
Also unknown to Arthur, an ancient reality-warping entity has bonded itself to him and now lives inside his shadow. It can erase monsters, bend perception, fold space, and turn threats into neat little cubes before Arthur has time to notice anything impolite happening nearby. Unfortunately, its host has the survival instincts of a tax form and the emotional range of a man mildly inconvenienced by poor customer service.
So while Arthur walks through the apocalypse looking for socks, groceries, functioning public transport, and someone to accept his complaint letters, the thing inside his shadow works itself half to death keeping him alive.
It destroys horrors before he sees them.
It edits reality when he notices too much.
It silently curses every monster stupid enough to approach him.
And Arthur, somehow, still thinks the city just needs better maintenance.
A/N: I was discovering my writing style for a few months while writing this (My first book) so the atmosphere and ambience change a lil
