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Part 2 of my story: Darius’ Affliction
Darius is Ebonyleopard's, CeeGee's, and Melfice's
Perjan is Ebonyleopard's
Damon is Historia's (Me!)
Part 3 is in process...
Darius is Ebonyleopard's, CeeGee's, and Melfice's
Perjan is Ebonyleopard's
Damon is Historia's (Me!)
Part 3 is in process...
Category Story / Pokemon
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File Size 26 kB
Darius’ Affliction Chapter 2: A losing bet...
“Wh-What on earth...!?” He sees what looks like a maid’s apron on him.
(WHAT IS THIS OMINOUS NIGHTMARE...?!)
“That’s the only apron we had. You wouldn’t want to get your clothes dirty, would you?” Said Dorothy
“No, but... this...?” Darius said gloomily
“It’s one of Mrs. Milton’s aprons.” She answered
“Why am I wearing such a... I look like a freakin’ maid!” Darius grumbled
“You look confused, Mr. Aubtraum?” Peter Perjan appeared behind Darius holding a bag of ice to his head.
“Perjan! Do you know why am wearing this!?” Darius said angrily
“Geez, not so loud. Don’t you remember? Last night...”
“Last night...? AH!”
(I Remember. That abominable memory...)
Last Night...
Damon Noir, Current Kissimo High Principal and my long-time friend, called me to a bar. He was just about to pay, when he remembered he had forgotten his wallet. When I got there, However, I discovered that Perjan and Dorothy, somehow, fallen into the same trap I had. Then Damon started talking about lunchtime at grade school...
“We did it all the time, remember Darius? Milk-chugging contests.” Damon chuckled
“You had a contest to see who could finish drinking the fastest?” asked Dorothy
“We sure did! And we got really heated!”
“What happens if you’re the last one to finish?” said Perjan Straighting his glasses
“The person who finished last had to do whatever everyone else told him to do.”
“They did like cafeteria duty, cleaning duty. It was all stupid stuff.” Darius added
“Stupid you say?” Damon smirked
“... I-I!” Darius stutters
“Come to think it, Darius.... never won once!” Damon laughed
“...Gck! I was disgraced! I DEMAND A REMATCH RIGHT NOW, NOIR!” Darius yelled pointing at Damon
“Hee Heh, Are you sure Darius? This ain’t no grade school game. This is a serious contest.”
“Never! I will defeat you!”
“Then we’re in this too. I’ll drink soda!” Dorothy said
“Say, Aubtraum, my computer’s busted.” Said Perjan with smirk
“Say that AFTER you beat me! This is payback after year of resentment!”
(Man, It bugged you that much?) Though Damon
“IT’S ON!” All four of them yelled
“...I’m all done!” Dorothy yelled cheerily
“Aww... You didn’t have as much...”
Present....
“Damon just barely managed to finish before you.” Said Perjan “But he got a piece of ice caught in his throat and we had to call an ambulance. And then you passed out...”
“So, Mr. Perjan, What do you order my last-place uncle to do?” Dorothy asked Perjan
“Hmm... Ah, I know! Deep clean the office!” Perjan said
(Will I never escape cleaning duty...? NO! I will not be defeated! I won’t give in!)
Next chapter: Darius’ slavery duty
“Wh-What on earth...!?” He sees what looks like a maid’s apron on him.
(WHAT IS THIS OMINOUS NIGHTMARE...?!)
“That’s the only apron we had. You wouldn’t want to get your clothes dirty, would you?” Said Dorothy
“No, but... this...?” Darius said gloomily
“It’s one of Mrs. Milton’s aprons.” She answered
“Why am I wearing such a... I look like a freakin’ maid!” Darius grumbled
“You look confused, Mr. Aubtraum?” Peter Perjan appeared behind Darius holding a bag of ice to his head.
“Perjan! Do you know why am wearing this!?” Darius said angrily
“Geez, not so loud. Don’t you remember? Last night...”
“Last night...? AH!”
(I Remember. That abominable memory...)
Last Night...
Damon Noir, Current Kissimo High Principal and my long-time friend, called me to a bar. He was just about to pay, when he remembered he had forgotten his wallet. When I got there, However, I discovered that Perjan and Dorothy, somehow, fallen into the same trap I had. Then Damon started talking about lunchtime at grade school...
“We did it all the time, remember Darius? Milk-chugging contests.” Damon chuckled
“You had a contest to see who could finish drinking the fastest?” asked Dorothy
“We sure did! And we got really heated!”
“What happens if you’re the last one to finish?” said Perjan Straighting his glasses
“The person who finished last had to do whatever everyone else told him to do.”
“They did like cafeteria duty, cleaning duty. It was all stupid stuff.” Darius added
“Stupid you say?” Damon smirked
“... I-I!” Darius stutters
“Come to think it, Darius.... never won once!” Damon laughed
“...Gck! I was disgraced! I DEMAND A REMATCH RIGHT NOW, NOIR!” Darius yelled pointing at Damon
“Hee Heh, Are you sure Darius? This ain’t no grade school game. This is a serious contest.”
“Never! I will defeat you!”
“Then we’re in this too. I’ll drink soda!” Dorothy said
“Say, Aubtraum, my computer’s busted.” Said Perjan with smirk
“Say that AFTER you beat me! This is payback after year of resentment!”
(Man, It bugged you that much?) Though Damon
“IT’S ON!” All four of them yelled
“...I’m all done!” Dorothy yelled cheerily
“Aww... You didn’t have as much...”
Present....
“Damon just barely managed to finish before you.” Said Perjan “But he got a piece of ice caught in his throat and we had to call an ambulance. And then you passed out...”
“So, Mr. Perjan, What do you order my last-place uncle to do?” Dorothy asked Perjan
“Hmm... Ah, I know! Deep clean the office!” Perjan said
(Will I never escape cleaning duty...? NO! I will not be defeated! I won’t give in!)
Next chapter: Darius’ slavery duty
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