"I told you that my name isn''t Ben Mortal."


    "Well, I don''t care. I''m pretty sure that the reason why I died was because of you asshole. No way the guard was shooting at me."


    I stare at him angrily, I fucking died. I mean, I was going to kill myself anyway, but... no matter, I need to resolve this first.


    "Why did you kill me?"


    At that, his form stills. It''s as much a question as a statement, it murdered me, and I need to know why.


    "My form does not disturb you?"


    "That wasn''t what I asked, and I''ve been seeing you for a couple of months anyway."


    It seems to be mulling over something when suddenly another gust of wind appears, and I''m thrown against the wall with force.


    "Fuck...what in the nine hells happened now?"


    As the wind disappears, a shape seems to shimmer and fade out of existence.


    "How uncomfortable..."


    A feminine voice complains, and the shape seems to solidify, a petite body no more than 5 feet with unnatural purple hair, golden eyes with a big chest, and also...also, what the hell?


    "Is that a dick?"


    I look in horror at what my eyes see, is that...


    Is that Ben?


    No way. No, no, no, no, no. Oh, fuck, I really did that in front of a lady? But why does he have a dick? Or she? Ugh, what the hell?


    "Is this form pleasing, mortal?"


    A melodious voice asks me.


    "Fuck no! and don''t change the subject!"


    I yell at him/her?


    I try to look away, but something unnatural draws my eyes to her. Oh dear lord, how are those things so perfect? Gahhhhh, wake up Martin!!


    "You murdered me!!"


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    "Yes, and no."


    "What do you mean, no!? You liar, I already told you! no way that the guard was shooting at me!"


    I shout at her in rage.


    "No, I did not pull the trigger on that gun, the security guard was the one that killed you. But...but I did confuse his senses so he would shoot at you."


    She admits sadly.


    "Why? Why did you do that?"


    "Because it was necessary, Mortal, your soul is something truly special. You could explore the cosmos for a soul like yours and only come home empty-handed."


    She admits while slowly coming closer to me, Oh no, oh no, look away Martin.


    "Please forgive me, Mortal, forgive me for what I''ve done. I don''t have any evil intentions towards you."


    She says as it presses her chest against my stomach and looks at me with her sad golden eyes, ughh even her eyelashes are golden?


    "Fu...fuck off."


    I managed to say it with difficulty before pushing him/her? away.


    "You killed me you freaking asshole, you killed me and now you want something from me? "


    Ha. What a joke.


    "Fuck off."


    I said while looking at the roof, I''m not getting honey trapped by some eldritch horror with a dick bigger than mine.


    "I''m afraid that is not possible, mortal. I have a mission to accomplish, and so do you. Didn''t my master tell you so?"


    The honey in her voice is gone, and now it asks me in a monotone voice.


    "Look, I don''t know what''s your deal with the magic ball, or why you killed me, but I''m getting out of here, and I''m going back home."


    I''m done with this, fucking eldritch horror tying to confuse me and my little Johnson, this is too much, I''m leaving!


    "Stop."


    At her command, suddenly my body stops in place. What the heck? Why I can''t move?


    "You can''t go back, mortal."


    I''m starting to get angry.


    "Yeah? And what are you going to do? Are you going to trap me in this dirty place? You gonna put some shackles on me so I don''t escape?"


    I almost screamed at the end, I''ve had a horrible day, and my patience is wearing thin.


    "I''m afraid that you don''t understand, mortal; you really can''t go back home."


    "Oh please, it''s not like I''m in africa, I just need to get on plane and I can fuck off you dumb horror."


    "You really don''t know?"


    She asks with curiosity, his dead tone gone.


    "Don''t know what?"


    I huff.


    "How troublesome. Did you ignore my master? No, impossible. Perhaps I sealed too many memories?"


    She starts mumbling with one hand on her hips while biting her nails with the other hand.


    "Look Ben, your master, the magic ball only talked with me for a bit and then he suddenly stayed still for a couple of hours and then I was here."


    I try to explain to her, to this thing? I''m starting to realize there must be some real miscommunication problems here.


    "he stayed still? Are you lying to me mortal? Don''t lie to me."


    She looks at me dubiously.


    "Yeah, he said something about my soul being damaged because of a data transfer, and then poof, I appeared here."


    Now that I think about it, that seemed pretty serious, maybe that''s why I was so unhinged before?


    "Your soul was damaged? That would explain a lot of things..."


    Yeah, I did a lot of crazy stuff in those months.


    "Uh, yeah, there was something wrong with my soul, so that wasn''t really me, you know? Uhhh could you please forget about the things I did in front of you? Now that I think about it, I''m getting really ashamed of myself, please forgive me."


    Oh fuck, I can''t believe I masturbated in front of her, ugh, what the hell Martin, why did I do that?


    "Well, mortal, what I mean by that you can''t go back to your home is that you really can''t, you are currently in a different universe, mortal."


    "What?"


    Is she pulling my leg? Are you kidding me? I know I''ve done a lot of stupid things, but I''m not that stupid.


    "Look, Ben, you just told me I''m in Manhattan, so stop bullshitting me, please. I''m not that stupid."


    "Yes, you are in Manhattan, but this is a different Manhattan, mortal. You have a mission to accomplish, and this place was the one set for you to accomplish that mission. You don''t exist in this universe, mortal; you died in your universe, remember?"


    I...died, yes, I died.


    "A different universe? Really? It''s almost like you''re asking me to believe in magic Ben!"


    "Magic? Not quite, but is it more fantastic to think that you are in a different universe than to come back from the dead, mortal?"


    She taps my forehead and suddenly I remember everything.


    I try to deny it, but my mind is in chaos. I died, yes, I died? I''m dead? I can still taste my blood, how can I taste my blood if I''m dead? Oh fuck, it''s all coming back to me. Oh my god, I''m dead, and now I''m in a different universe! I start hyperventilating and panicking; my eyes widen and suddenly I feel like I can''t breathe. Why am I on my knees? I...i need to breathe.


    In and out.


    In and out.


    Fuck that was horrifying, I felt my death.


    "Not cool, Ben."


    I say with gritted teeth.


    "My name isn''t Ben, mortal."


    I close my eyes and bit back my retort.


    In and out.


    This conversations is going in circles and I need to know what the heck happened.


    "Huff..."


    I sit down on the floor.


    "Sit down Ben, we need to talk."


    golden eyes just stare at me for a few moments. Ugh, those are eyes are disturbing.


    "Okay, let''s talk, mortal."