UNPLEASANT!

"Why are people so unpleasant?" asked John.

"I dont't know." answered the random guy hanging from some contraption against a wall that John has created.

"Honestly, it's so difficult to truly CARE about so many things without, first, knowing the answers to some of the most fundamenal, mind ravaging questions! How can one possibly respect the EXISTENCE of something, people in this case, when that something seems to DEFY respect? They do such trvial things and find amusement, even up to "so-called" Maturity, in the incessant mistreatment of thier OWN kind." said John.

"That's a very general statement. Not all people are the way you describe them to be." said the random guy.

"HMM.. yes, but keep in mind; it's possible that i'm QUITE horrendously isane. That's the fuck of it; you know, the old thing about the crazy person who never KNOWS they're crazy. It could just be an imperceptible shifting of accepted realities. It's all really interesting." said John.

"Yes..yes it is. But i don't suppose that your, um, CURRENT reality would allow you to let me go would it?" said the random guy.

"NO. I DON'T THINK SO." answered John.

"I see" started the random guy. " Well could you, at least, loosen these restraints some? This hurts quite a bit. Very painful.

"Think of the sensation as reassurance that you are not dead yet. What you are feeling is life in you! I would hate to lessen that for you. I will take you from one extreme to the other. I would never deprive you of this; your final awareness." said John with a face of a Maniac.

"That's..uh...very nice of you i guess ." said the random guy. "But could you tell me what it was, EXACTLY, i did to you? What i said? I mean, up until i awoke here, i've never meet you. It's one of those nagging questions a person gets before being torn apart by, um, whatever this thing is."

"Hmm..What did you do? You know, i reallt can't say. Nothing, i guess." John started. "But you ARE a person, and i can't say i'm fond of that. My days are less than enjoyable because of people. You will be the effigy i burn, infused with all the traits that make them the detestable little goblins they are. You won't really burn, though; ripped to strips is more accurate."

"But YOU'RE a person. Why don't you kill yourself?" stated the random guy.

"TUST ME, i know what self loathing is, but to kill myself? That would put a damper on my search for answers. Not at all productive. Besides, i've become increasingly doubtful as to whether or not i CAN die at all. But let's not get into that." said John.

"Okayyy" started the random guy. "What if i'm NOT like all those goblin people? You just randomly picked me out, when you could've taken someone more deserving. You could've picked one of those street preformers who impersonate robots and make that irritating wheezy whistle noise."

"I thought of that, but i wasn't in the mood to go look for one; i just wanted to get back home. I probably COULD have done better because you do seem like a nice person. I'm sorry." said John.

"Thank you, that's very kind of you. By the way, my name's Edgar. Edgar Vargas."

"Pleased to meet you, Edagr, i am John D., But seeing as how we are sharing this initmate moment and all, you can call me "NNY".

"Is that with a "K", like "KNEE cap"?

"No, but it's pronounced the same."

"OK, well then? Does this mean i can go now? Because, and i mean no offence by this i would like to go." said Edgar.

"Oh...Uh, no. I'm still going to kill you. Though yo are my bestest bestest friend in the room, currently dire circumstances require me to end you life. I haven't the time to find anyone else, and i really need more blood." said John.

"Blood? you need my blood?." asked Edgar.

"Not yours specifically, But, yes, i do need some blood, not for myself, no; I'm not particularly fond of any bodily fluid..." John stated. "There is a wall in a room on one of the upper levels. You're underground right now; i found these lower levels rooms when i came here, as well as more devices like the one you're in. But anyhow. If i don't keep "painting" the wall, it goes soft, and SOMETHING from the other side begins to push through. My curosity is not so much that i would find out what that "THING" is. So, you see, i CAN'T wait any longer.

"I ask you once again to PLEASE reconsider this. You can let me go and i..."

"NO! NO! NO! STOP IT!! JUST SHUT UP!! I HAVE NO CHOICE! SAVE YOU NOSIE FOR LATER!! John interrupted.

"i see" said Edgar.

"YOU KNOW, YOU'RE NOT EXACTLY REACTING THE WAY I'D EXPECT A PESON IN YOU SITUATION TO REACT! DEATH USUALLY HAS A MUCH MORE PROFOUND IMPACT ON A PERSON. WHERE IS YOU FEAR!?." yelled John.

"I would rather NOT die, but i don't seem to have much say in the matter. But, i'm also not like you; i'm not clouded. I have no family, no friends, really; NOTHING. But i do have faith; you know, god and all that. A heaven for me and a hell for you. So FUCK fear. I have nothing to fear." said Edgar.

".............I ENVY YOUR CONVICTION." said John.

KKCHNNK!!!! as edgar's blood spilled in every possible direction.

"Well, that did nothing for me." said John.