Y e s.

Part I of the  脳たりん Saga:

There's No Birds

A short story on how a certain King ended up in a sweaty, hormone-filled body of a male human teenager.

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Kerasma was struggling to vanquish the beast named, paperwork, a mass of records, laws and endless suffering. With strained effort, he managed to take a large chunk out of the abomination until a servant came by and promptly dropped more papers requiring a signature accompanied by the words, "lmao, fuck you." Maybe not those words but judging by the mannerisms and tone of the servant they certainly wanted to say that.

And thus, Kerasma continued his repeated pattern of ing, vetoing, ing, vetoing, sign, ing, vetoing, ing, vetoing, si-

Suddenly, the Libran King felt his sins crawl up his spine. Right then and there he knew he was gonna have a bad time. Lifting his head faster than Quicksilver on gallons of energy drinks, the dark-skinned fellow saw it. He witnessed the arrival of him.

The intruder let himself in with an aggressive, but vaguely familiar door-kick. There he stood in the light from the outside in his jeans, t-shirt and jacket. There stood the Tauran King, Red.

All was silent for a while until the Libran spoke, "Shit."

There was a glint of 'a whole bunch of no, that would make a god cry' in the demon's eye, "G'day cunt. Oh, wait, wrong European. Morning Gov'ner."

      "What."

      "Shut up, I'm trying to British."

Red casually strolled up to Razcile and epically flicked him. Razcile was annoyed. Then, Red thrusted an object out of whatever he got it from. Does this short man even have pockets or skin pockets? Anyway, he presented the thing to Razcile. It seemed to be a vial that held a vile, nightmarish, mold-like substance that bubbled feverishly with a few globular organs popping up every now, " c o n s u m e ."

" n o."

" y e s."

" n o."

" y e s."

" n o."

" 𝘺 𝘦 𝘴." Red pulled out a glock.

" 𝘯 𝘰-" Razcile's final answer.

" 𝘆 𝗲 𝘀." The liquid child of death was shoved down Kerasma's throat. And his world went black.

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"ah, fuck. I can't believe you've done this."

Faceless air-man was stranded in an endless abyss. He stared blankly at nothing and the nothing winked back.

"Wha-", before Kerasma could properly voice his confusion he was felt a jolt, then the next thing he knew was that he was staring at a wall.

    "Oh, a dream."

"wa it." That voice didn't have the usual hint of angst and the wanton need for death. Nor did it sound calm or carefree. It sounded squeaky with a side of cheese, this voice sounded like a shrill scream.

   "sksksksksksks."

In a panicked rush, Kerasma got up only to discover that he has an ear-splitting headache with a groan and a few words at his misfortune he nursed his aching head. Straining himself through the pain, the now squeaky-voiced man took a chance take in his new surroundings.

He could make out four walls, the one to his left was the only one that actually showed its assaulting yellow paint. The rest was covered in posters of what seemed to be holy man with wavy brown hair and images of strangely detailed men with a certainly unique sense of fashion. In the dark room, Razcile could make out the name JoJo on one of the detailed descriptions.

Certainly disturbed he turned his attention away from the posters, and studied what he was laying on. A bed. A bed covered in a bedsheet with a giant rat wearing red tros with yellow buttons, the white-faced and black-furred rodent smiled at nothing. A bit creeped out, Kerasma stared at the bed stand that stood near the bed. There was sculptures of women and girls wearing colorful outfits. All of them were in weird poses like they were doing magic of some kind.

      This time, Kerasma was confused. Confused, disturbed and in pain.

Slowly and gingerly, Kerasma got up from the bed, feet hitting the cold wooden floor. With a stretch, Razcile uncomfortably looked at his current state. Pale, greasy skin, acne, and scattered dotted scabs. He noticed a few strands of dark-hair falling into his sight, he brushed them away, feeling a bit of their greasy texture.

   Kerasma came to a realization.

   He's in hell.

To be continued..(possibly never)