"Humans were a mistake. Born with sin, and only to sin. Creatures of instinct, cloaked in delusions of divinity. They prey, consume, fornicate, and boast. They call themselves divine while bleeding the earth dry. Lust. Gluttony. Sloth. These are not exceptions. They are the essence. The very reason the world's roots rot beneath our feet. They are so close to perfectionism but rather fail for their self pleasures. Most humans are monsters, some are good at hiding it. There needs to be a being able to control these monsters. Even a powerful being may fail at keeping humans at the sake of their own destruction." Thus, spoke an unknown entity.
Tomoya Masaki was living a life devoured by despair, where darkness chewed at his soul until he was nothing but numb.Each day, he crawled toward the glowing screen—his computer—a silent predator that waited patiently, always ready to drain the last flicker of energy from his fragile heart.It was no tool.It was a devil.Feeding on his spirit as if it were a banquet.
He slumped into the chair, the once defiant child within him now reduced to a shell, living under the suffocating judgment and fear of others.
I'm really just a waste of space on this planet.
I wish I could never feel this feeling again.
My life is caught in a chokehold.
The fire in my heart is dying, ember by ember.
He searched hopelessly for something to fill the void, to soothe the bitterness festering within.And yet, he wasted away—time, energy, emotion—sinking deeper into the cold embrace of the blue light that offered no warmth.Deep down, he knew the cruel truth: he was never meant to be understood.He couldn't even understand himself.
Beneath his silent exterior, anger boiled.A seething hatred toward the society that had forsaken him.
No human deserves to live.
Why do we rebel against our own kind?
How can they laugh, while I drown in silence?
The game ended in defeat.Tomoya didn't flinch.No rage. No disappointment.Just a vacant, hollow stare.
Slowly, as if gravity itself had doubled, he rose.Moving without thought, without care, he reached for his phone and wandered outside.
On the walk, he heard the cacophony of the city—laughter, violence, degeneracy.The streets writhed with life, with noise, with sins.How could they have more than him, he wondered, even as their actions painted them in decay?He lowered his head and pressed on through the sea of oblivious faces.
I'm the worst story ever written.
Deeper he ventured into the chaotic night, shadows flickering under dim streetlights like dying prayers.As he neared the lake, he stopped at a familiar corner—an old woman selling bread from a dimly lit stall, her presence always strangely timed.
Tomoya used to enjoy his walks to the park; the quiet had once helped.But this place—this particular stretch—always tightened something in his chest.Tonight, that weight was suffocating.
"Hey, you really like the bread here, huh?" the woman said, her voice chipper but off, like a cracked bell.
To Tomoya, her words sounded like glass scraping against concrete.A meaningless gesture.A trap.Why talk to him?Why now?
He didn't want to answer.His mouth refused to move.But something inside him—some brittle shard of his old self—forced a reply, his voice trembling beneath a brittle disguise of casualness.
"I guess I just have a thing for bread," he muttered, the words dry and alien on his tongue.
He didn't wait for her reply.He turned away, walking faster, heart hammering in his chest.Even as he left, he felt her gaze lingering—longer than it should have.
He reached the lake.The woman was gone from sight, but not from his mind.
I'll just feed the fis—
He froze.
Something was wrong.The edges of reality frayed before him.Objects began tearing like wet paper; voices melted into a meaningless, garbled hum.
He snapped back to himself—barely.
He felt watched—not by eyes, but by something colder, something older.The air itself seemed to breathe against him.
He whipped his head to the side.
Nothing.Only water.Only wind.
But deep down, he knew.The delusions were getting worse.
The lake's surface twisted unnaturally, rippling without wind.The shadows around him danced too fast, too wrong.
His heart thrummed violently.He stumbled backward and fled toward home—fast, then faster.Every echo of a footstep seemed to fall just slightly out of sync with his own.Every reflection in the glass storefronts lagged, like ghosts too slow to follow.
Then, suddenly, silence.
The whispers receded, like a tide pulling back into some black sea.
Night had already drowned Tokyo by the time he staggered back to his apartment.The cold wind didn't glide through the streets—it slashed them, carving through the city's false warmth, leaving only hollowness behind.
Tomoya saw people vanish before his eyes—familiar, harmless hallucinations.
Go.
A voice, both haunting and seductively gentle, whispered from the depths of his mind.
Go.
He obeyed.
He darted toward his home, face pale as ash, fingers trembling from a cold that was not of this world.
slowly walks towards the edge of a rooftop, and debates whether to jump or not. The cold breeze and an unsettling force lay upon him as he said, "I hate myself." Suddenly a big flash of light appears, he takes a step back and decides to not commit suicide. He went back to his room in the apartment and walked to his bed then went to sleep.
He got up from his bed and didn't make his bed because it was simply a useless act that was a waste of his precious time.
I don't know why I hesitated to jump last night.
The thought of suicide is tempting, Lurking in the dark abyss.
He walked down the streets of Nagasaki. As he stepped in the supermarket, He has a feeling of bitterness in his heart.
I should ignore it.
He proceeds to grab some frozen meals and a water bottle for breakfast. He came back to the apartment and went to the 5th floor. He went to the kitchen to cook noodles. But when he looked at himself in the mirror, He saw himself with one of his eyes completely dark. In a suit and tentacles moving around erratically. Wings were sprawling out of his back and his left eye was twitching.
Why are the voices in my head louder and louder?
I knew I already had mental issues but. Why did it get worse? Was it my fault?
He sighed and went to check on his noodles. He watched a show about a boy taking revenge on his enemies. He really resonates with him but he can never have that type of braveness to face his own fears.
Why can't I be a good person?
The staff walked past a security guard and said, "He is always lazy." A staff member looks back at him and throws a random box at him because the stench was foul.
The security guard was curious and said, "Thanks! May i ask what-" That staff member was already gone. The security guard opened the box and saw a human arm which is currently rotting, the flesh was slowly coming off the bone like a decaying animal. "What is that!?" The foul smell was enough to cause the security guard to close the box in an instant.
Later, the security guard got complaints of loud banging noise from Room 329. The witnesses said, "Hey, can you check room 329? It's been acting very weird and has loud screams for a while" In the background, the security guard can hear the obnoxious noise coming from Room 329. He decides to check it himself,
If the staff of this apartment won't check it, I'll do it.
What kind of treatment is this? So unfair.
I barely get paid but I do most of the heavy lifting. And they have the right to call me lazy?
He hesitated a small bit before walking up the stairs and headed to Room 329. He gently knocks on the door and says, "Hello? Anyone in there?" He noticed blood seeping from the door, Could this a murder? He looked around and found a metal rod to defend himself in case this was an actual murder. He heard flesh being torn, he thinks differently. Is this some sort of cannibalism or something more sinister? He hesitates to open the door, debating if he should call the cops or break in. He reaches for his phone and starts calling the nearest police station around Nagasaki, Japan. Before they even pick up the door next to him opens. To his horror, this thing wasn't certainly human. More Like a monster. It had a stretched out neck and pale skin, Its eyes were devoid of life. As it turns its head around like a machine. The security guard is startled. Unable to move or think, His heart is beating fast. He thinks this is the end. His arms and legs shook. He let out a gut wrenching scream, "Aaaaaaahh!!" He tried running but the monster with its long arms caught the security guard's leg and pulled it in further. The monster looks at the security guard with a horrific face and it points its tentacles at the security guard and in a grotesque voice and says, "You're just flesh, nothing more than flesh in my eyes. I was human before but I knew I had to embrace my true sinful self. You'll turn into me if you sin." The security guard, unable to talk, accepts his fate right there. His flesh slowly get torn apart, the pain is unbearable. Desperate he pleads for help, "Someone help! Help!"
Tomoya heard knocking on his door and heard noises of crying, He was confused. He looked through the door window and saw a woman bleeding from her eyes. "S-sir, p-please help! Some monster walked down and just ate my c-child." The blood from her mouth came down like a stream, Tomoya who is paranoid and barely able to mutter words says, "Uh, Please calm down ma'am." She still cried while Tomoya tried to find an answer. Should he let her in or not? He closes his eyes as he goes into another state of overthinking.
That person could be anything, Tomoya. Human or not, will you let her in?
Is she worth saving?
Tomoya in his mind said, "Shut up! I know You're not real."
I am you Tomoya, Just a more evil and darker one than your soft and lighthearted side.
I know your fears, I know you want to unleash the burning fire in your heart on society.
But I'll tell you this.
It will never happen.
You are too powerless to change others to abide by you.
Tomoya, in his mind, went to the other side of him. He was furious and all of this bottled up emotions led to this saying, "I'll fucking kill you!"
Kill me right now then.
Tomoya runs towards it and tries to throw a punch. It phased through, "Ha! Tomoya did you forget? I'm literally you." Tomoya's other side proceeds to rip Tomoya apart in the mental state.
Tomoya felt himself disconnecting away from his mind. "Fuck you! Just get out of my head!"
He snapped back to reality, he looked through the window and saw the woman speaking more disoriented and her jaw was extending. Her neck stretches and she says, "Too late, I killed my child already. I'm hungry for more human flesh. Let me in! JUST LET ME INSIDE YOUR HOME MISTER!" The woman banged on the door until her hands were slowly bleeding and her whole body kept twitching. Tomoya managed to silence a scream off and ran into a corner, cowering away to face any problems that awaited him.
Tomoya~ Oh Tomoya, Go grab that knife and kill the woman, Isn't she a threat to your life? Don't you want to live? Tomoya replies "I-I cant, After killing my mother. I can't hurt her either."
The voice replied back, "Do it like last time."
Tomoya replies back, In hatred. "Do you even know the value of a human life? You're the sole reason I killed my mom! You ruined my life."
I'm not human, You know?
He cried, Why did this have to happen? Why can't I be normal?
I need to do something before I spoil rotten.
Just die already, Tomoya.
I really hate how you talk and act so much.
You are forsaken, Tomoya.
Tomoya, I'll turn you into that thing one day.
You'll be a monster, You'll only achieve your goals through me.
Depending on others to sustain your darkest desires.
That flesh of yours will belong to someone else. You let others step on you like an ant.
I'll gladly metamorphosize your thoughts into reality, Tomoya.
If you dare attempt running away. I'll come back and tear you up apart.
Mentally and physically. Why would you run away from me? I'm just joking! Hey, lets stop with the flesh tearing thing and just accept me as a part of who you are.
I'll still tear you apart even if you were not born. I'll just wait for your birth on this big moving ball you call earth. Even with all the suffering I give towards you isn't enough. I'll try harder.
Slowly, your flesh will feel like It was slowly falling off. You'll die alone.
I only just want to kill you. Nobody truly loves you, Tomoya.
You'll go through suffering on a messy road. I will diminish every part of you until you die.
No one wants you. Birth is simply a curse. Why bother living?
Just express your inner self, Tomoya. It would be rude to forget an old friend!
You're not my friend. You are just a monster.
You too are a monster.
Tomoya finally snapped out of his paranoid state and the woman managed to break down the door but at the cost of her vision. Tomoya slowly crawled around and tried to reach for a broom while slowly stepping.