Authors note: Slow releases, I’m on a holiday so I lose track of time. Recently started playing theHunter and Nosgoth. Whelp here’s the chapter. And yes, its 3rd person POV this chapter. Mostly anyway.
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It has been nearly 6 months since his birth. During these 6 months he has obtained multiple mental traumas on his heart that would never heal. Things such as pissing himself and shitting his pants. Worse of all, he was breastfed. Even now he refused to think about it. Somehow the adults around him seem to notice his dislike for being breastfed and has changed to feeding him a slur like porridge instead. His mother still seems lonely after he rejected the breastfeeding though. The main thing in his head was “Damnable thing lets me keeps my memories because he knows I will be mentally hurt by this. But I will never apologize to it! NEVER!”
At the wonderful age of 6 months old, his mother suddenly decided give him a name. She had been calling him “My dearest” all this time and the other 2 men, who turned out to be servants, was calling him “Young master”. It seemed they were a merchant family on the lower end, but managed to hire a rough looking guy to guard the shop, and an extremely average looking guy to help out with the shop itself. Seriously, anyone who met the average looking guy would forgot what he looked like 30 minutes after meeting him.
“My child, today I will name you. It’s not that I forgot, I just didn’t think you would need a name until now.”
“Ma’am, if it wasn’t for the woman across the street asking what your child’s name was, you would never have remembered that parents give their children their names. You expected the child to have its own name already didn’t you?”
“Shut up Brecknom! Nobody asked you. Don’t teach stupid things to my child, if he ends up as stupid as you I will rip your foot off and shove it down your throat!”
“Sorry Ma’am, shutting up now.”
“Good, now let’s go to my baby’s room and give him the good news.”
“He is just a baby. News to him would not mean anything.”
“Brecknom, your mouth looks like it really wants to choke on your foot right now.”
“I mean, the young master would be delighted to hear that you have graced him with a wonderful name.”
“Good. And remember to keep acting properly from now on. I don’t want him to know what I actually do until he grows up.”
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My POV (HAHAHAHA Get it? Cause it’s his point of view so he refers to himself as My)
I heard someone coming up the stairs. It was extremely squeaky for some reason and anything that even brushes it seems to make a noise. I swear I once saw some paper fall out of my mum’s hands and landed on one of the steps and it still made that noise. The door opened and in came my mother with a smile on her face.
“ My dear boy, today I have great news for you.”
‘?? What was she on about.’
“I have decided to tell you your name.”
‘What did she say? Did she just imply she never gave me a name for 6 months? That everyone calling me young master was just because they didn’t know my name?! I thought they were just really respectful.’
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“You look unhappy my dear.”
I quickly rearranged my face to look confused rather than pissed. Although I guess it’s not so bad, I had decided on taking up my old name anyway. This can be my nickname instead.
“My boy, you will be called Charles.”
FUCK NO. I do NOT want to go bald, I cannot wait till I gain mental spells again and brainwash her and everyone into forgetting those names.
Wait what? What does that even mean.
Hey Great man old buddy, hahaha you wouldn’t torture your friend like that now would you? I was just joking, you are the Existence after all. Greatest thing that must exist! Haha come on don’t leave me like that eh?
FUCKING HELL NOT ANOTHER PRAN-
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Author’s note: I think I’m lazy. It took me 3 days to finish this very short chapter. Not ideal. I have ideas for what happens but didn’t know what happens in between what I want to happen. So ideas are welcomed, I don’t need plot lines. I need fillers, side stories, and maybe a few combat scenarios. Because I usually think of my MC just using his GM form and basically wiping out his enemies. Yeah this story will get stale if he keeps doing that. GOOD NEWS: I have inserted myself into the story. I will be a being equal to The Existence and will also do my part to make Charle’s life a living hell. If you leave a comment with a scenario where you say something to him, I will add it into the story at some point.
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