Vermilioncore
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A short story by Vermilioncore.
EXIT BLOCKED
by Vermilioncore
The worthless, subhuman garbage sat on the edge of his bed in ruins. Tears from the previous night still haunting their residual torment precincts. But, this was no normal night. This was no normal bed. In fact, there was nothing normal about anything happening to him. He accidentally smothered to death a fat homeless man who he thought was a foid; he was blinded by temporary anger. He was seated on the edge of a prison cot now.
He sighed and stood. His body ached; a stage 4 cancer patient at wits end. He fastened the rope tightly around his neck and let out a groan of despair and frustration and began to strangle himself. It didn't work.
"Hey, man," a voice said beside him.
"Who are you?" The incel replied.
"I'm what they call, 'The Punisher'".
"Like the Marvel guy?"
The man laughed. "Nothing like him."
"Who are you?" He asked again.
"We are both trapped in hell forever. We are to stay in this cell for about 50,000 years and I am tasked with the role of torturing you with painful tools for the entire span of 50,000 years."
"What about after the 50,000 years?" The incel asked.
"Then we both burn eternally."
THE END
EXIT BLOCKED
by Vermilioncore
He sighed and stood. His body ached; a stage 4 cancer patient at wits end. He fastened the rope tightly around his neck and let out a groan of despair and frustration and began to strangle himself. It didn't work.
"Hey, man," a voice said beside him.
"Who are you?" The incel replied.
"I'm what they call, 'The Punisher'".
"Like the Marvel guy?"
The man laughed. "Nothing like him."
"Who are you?" He asked again.
"We are both trapped in hell forever. We are to stay in this cell for about 50,000 years and I am tasked with the role of torturing you with painful tools for the entire span of 50,000 years."
"What about after the 50,000 years?" The incel asked.
"Then we both burn eternally."
THE END