If there’s anything humans can do is make sure there is some semblance of order and use their skills to achieve that, before falling back into the old ways of taking advantage of each other and finding things to hate one another for lol society is still there, but it’s just gonna be weird and fun for a bit lol

Eric was a resource manager for a Fortune 500 company not even fifteen days ago. Now, he’s a monster with four bug eyes, antennae, and a thorax with humanoid arms and legs, who, because he has a mouth, opposable thumbs, and can squirt ink from his abdomen, has to help in sorting out what can or can’t be allowed in this new… society.

“Look, Mr. Benson,” Eric says, his four arms on his desk, his hands clapped together. “I just don’t see how we can allow this.”

“She’s my wife,” Mr. Benson, a portly looking elephant thing, snorts through his tusks, his ears flared, his arms motioning towards the thing sitting next to him.

“She’s a bug,” Eric points out, one hand motioning towards the grotesque, fly looking creature sitting on the seat beside him.

“You’re a bug!” Mr. Benson shouts, tooting out of his trunk.

“I am an insectoid. Though I do understand your frustration, Mr. Benson,” Eric says. He motions to Mrs. Benson, “Ma’am, can you tell your husband you love him?”

Her giant honeycomb eyes never seem to move as she rotates her body to look in his direction. There’s a glossiness in Mr. Bensons eyes as he takes her little… hand things in his. Eric was glad he could not see himself, because quite frankly it was a disgusting sight.

She buzzes.

“I love you, too,” Mr. Benson whispers back, his snout touching the slick skin beneath her eyes that could only be her cheek.

“Mrs. Benson,” Eric says. “Can you tell your husband that you hate him?”

Her body turns to him, and then turns back, and she buzzes in the same, very irritating way. He wanted to smack her, but all four of his arms open up.

“See, Mr. Benson. There is no way for anyone to distinguish what it is she is saying. For her own safety, for yours, and for everyone else’s, we are going to have to deny your petition to transfer your marriage license. I- I understand you’re upset, but if you would calm down for a moment, I can give you directions to the Placement Department, and they can assist you in placing her with… her own kind.”

Eric takes one of his hands, and rubs the tip of his abdomen, trying not look as aroused as it made him feel, and stamps the giant leaf with his hand.

“Next!”

I won’t lie I misread the prompt and thought it was a one for one, so I added the tweak that if you kill this # of people, you can save that # of people at another time. So, he decided to bank them, but in banking them he found himself.

My take on it is that he went psycho after using it. It’s why he questions if anyone is truly innocent, if his powers only work in certain situations. Because what if he saved someone who later turned out to be bad? It’s a lot of guilt and power for one person and it broke him. Flipped the psychopath switch, and he now sees life as a sort of joke or game.

Edit: thanks for the compliment though!

[NSFW] Inspired by American Psycho

I am something of a normal guy. When I wake up in the morning, I have an erection that presses into my memory foam mattress in a very satisfying way, and it is not so much that I do not want to get out of bed, but that I want to be inside it, thrusting my hips until the heat is too much to bear and the frustration gets me up and into the shower. On days I don’t wash my hair or shave my face, I like to use the coldest water I can. It’s better for the skin. Or so I’ve read.

The most important part of my day comes next.

I like to air dry so I put on my slippers and go to my study where three of the four walls are coated in chalkboard paint. This is where I keep tally of the innocent people I’ve killed, and I hope to fill the second wall by the end of the year so that the open space isn’t uneven anymore. Another fifteen today should complete the rest of the last line. Three or four lines after that will complete the wall. I just need to make sure I write evenly so that I don’t have to erase any again. The third wall is blank and on it I used to have the number of innocent people I’ve saved with the innocent lives I’ve taken. But is anyone truly innocent? Is anyone worth saving? Just because I can point my finger at a random stranger walking down the street, or through the slits of a curtain at a stranger washing dishes and claim their lives, doesn’t mean they are innocent. The fact that they die might very well be because at that moment, they weren’t dangerous. Who’s to say it isn’t the same for those I save? I can’t tell you when it was I stopped saving people with the lives I take, but I have made a game of trying to claim more innocent lives at the most inopportune times, or when the irony of their death steps ever so gingerly into the realm of comedy.

“See a penny pick it up, all day long you have good luck!” And then they’re facedown in the concrete, their loved ones going from giggles to screams as the blood flows. I put my phone in airplane mode in times like these, and they never even notice when I give them the phone to call an ambulance. All they know is that the call isn’t going through. This one time, I even waited until the ambulance came speeding down the street and I claimed the life of the driver, sending the wailing ambulance into the crowd of onlookers and police cars.

When it rains, it pours.

Speaking of, I’m dry. I have a collection of colognes because I believe the scent you give off adds to the aesthetic of your outfit, adding weight to your presence wherever you may go. The second most important part of my day is choosing my outfit for this very reason.

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WiltySpinach! Remember the name! 👹

There is no afterlife, only the life you have lived.

Do not be afraid though. When the time comes, like a river reuniting with the sea you will return to those moments that made yours worth living. Those moments when you smiled to yourself for no apparent reason, when the urge to cry out of gratitude overwhelmed you, when great sadness washed over you because you knew that moment would not last forever. Only you couldn’t know that they do.

Time is never ending, constantly moving forward with seemingly no regard to the past, but know you have your dedicated space in the creation of the coming future. Nothing— not even the inescapable embrace of death— can take that from you, because it is yours. Every breath you ever took transformed the very atoms of existence, changing the the world around you in ways you never knew, and exist today in some way, shape, or form. Every laugh, every cry, every shout of yours will forever echo in the seemingly barren cavern of time, but barren it is not. You may not be aware of what comes after, for you and everything that makes you will be spread like dust in the raging winds of life, but you will forever exist in all that came before.

Sometime today, it will be you, tomorrow it may be me. But this moment right now, this seemingly insignificant moment of time, is ours. Read this and know that I love you. And as time continues on, know that this moment has its place in the history of forever.