"Contrivance. Does it feel like that yet?"
What are you so conflicted about?
"Sometimes it just fizzles out, not even understanding why it started."
Keep going. Don't question it.
"Perhaps the alignment of both are at opposite spectrums. Like a sweet lie to stand our ground."
Follow the order.
"Merciful thinking. Morally well. Suppose it was a cake. Very tasty, very comfortable. Not very good for the body."
Is it so hard to follow instructions? Are you this weak?
"Craving. Ravenously. Maybe there's a way?"
You chose this. You wanted to be a part of this. Do your job. Backing out now is impossible.
"Restraint perhaps? Though that causes it's own issues. Release? There is no limit. So it has to be something new. Something…"
Utterly useless. Trash with such incompetence words can't get through that thick skull. Do your job.
"...Blended. A soft yet hard block shaped to how much is needed."
Do. Your. Job.
"It varies on the method but there is a way. Always is. Everything is impossible. Everything is possible."
Do it now. Do it even if so many die. As long as you stand here you will do it.
"It takes time to understand. There's no rush. There's time. Plenty of time."
— — — —
"Reminds me of a garbage dump~."
Uh…
W-Well! I-It! Why am I even trying… I don't even live here…
"It's factory-like."
I should care…
"My~ where~?"
"...."
This isn't… world… so… I shouldn't….
"Like I said! It's gonna be like that! For fuuuuuuun!"
The loud voice caused me to look up.
Grinning madly was ███ ██████████.
███ ██████████ who waited for the Executive to say something.
"Uagh–!"
Who then gut punched ███ ██████████. Who was writhing on the floor.
"Is this a skit or something? Yet they can still surprise…"
"Huh?"
"Nothing~."
The Executive just watched them groan with the voice of an old man. Their face pretending to wither every second.
"Yeah how'd I do?"
Not even a blink and They were standing again.
The Executive just stared at them.
Then threw another punch.
"Eheheha–! No." ███ ██████████ wagged their finger.
Watching this felt like I wasn't seeing something real.
"Hey hey! It'sa a me! What're you here for meena meep!"
"W-W-What?"
"Don't act slick I asked." Their head was facing us.
"The– Y– uh."
"Tsk tsk. No answer? The dungeon with ye."
"The Progenitor permitted entry."
███ ██████████ clicked their tongue.
"Wrong answer."
Senior Alex's fingers twitched.
Nearby the lights lit up the drab sky.
"Aha."
███ ██████████ smirked.
"Next time, get your wording more specific."
They then spun something in their hand. Placing it straight at their temple.
"Get ready for the show."
–Click.
In a single second the roar of gunpowder echoed.
They slumped forward.
███ ██████████ was missing Their head.