《My Meal Oatmeal, Part 1: Lolita La'ra's Tahini Donuts (A System Tragedy)》


 Chapter 1: A Porcelain Boy?

    Her name was Lolita La''ra, and she was a magical porcelain doll boy made by King Lea. And she was about to fall down from a cliff.


    "I hate being alive. I hate my life and all the nonsense surrounding it. Therefore, I don''t want to live. I don''t want to live anymore. I despise the authorities and their nonsense ''rules'' imposed on us. I crave eating donuts!" she said, shouting at the clouds, hoping they would react.


    She then thought to herself, "I always crave donuts when I find myself in a difficult situation. Besides, I hope no one heard me saying those things out loud. That would have been very rude. I know I am rebellious due to the fact that King Lea was assassinated... I feel the sorrow in me... But I must still act like a proper maid for the Kingdom of La''ra. The children need hope... the hope that I don''t even possess..."


    Lolita''s confusion grew more and more as she thought about the potential assassins, who were from the king''s own kinship. She continued thinking to herself as she approached the cliff, with the ocean''s salty air and breeze hitting her pale face. "Aleharna La''ra might be the assassin. I heard her and King Lea arguing over conquering the new kingdom called France. They hated the idea of humans naming their - I mean, our - territories the Bourbon region on their map. It was ''we'' who have been living in those places for years. Maybe the arguments grew more heated and ended up killing my beloved king. That''s a speculation of mine."


    As her slender legs trembled at the possibility, she wanted to stop thinking about her King Lea La''ra. She had to go to her work and rearrange meetings and things for the upcoming king, who would be in the legacy of La''ra. In a snap of seconds, she hated the idea of being a La''ra, who had distinct eye colors - having one green and one pinkish eye were the distinguishing traits of them.


    She thought to herself, "I should stop... killing myself. I should be more responsible and mature... I am a doll, but I should be more... like a mature being. I am a porcelain doll... for the sake of my creator, and I did not even learn to use my Magicka yet! King Lea had to teach me how to open my Magicka. She said ''au revoir'' and was killed. Why did she leave me alone by myself!?"


    She looked up at the clouds again and tried to see the covering Sun, but she couldn''t. She comb her dark purple hair with her hands and tried not to cry, even though as a doll, she had no capacity to cry. She knew that was the feeling when people lose the people they loved. Grief, guilt, shame and anxiety were swimming in her slim, slender, and pale feminine body. As she decided to go back to the throne side and started doing her daily chores to control the chaotic atmosphere of the kingdom, she stopped, turned back at the castle, and somehow, raised her index finger. That meant ''screw you'' in the La''ra kingdom. She had always been taught how to behave like a feminine doll, and that was what she was supposed to do in this political situation.


    "I made a finger and am proud of it! You were the father figure to me, because you created me," Lolita said, trembling her lip. "Why did you leave if you knew you would not even protect yourself from an assassin! You are a disgrace to me, but I need you anyway. I know I won''t get rid of the dependence because I loved you as a father figure. But I can''t live in that kingdom without your aura in it. I hate being with the La''ras and I hope the new kingdom called France conquers them and their incestuous ways! Rape in disguise as civilized manners be gone!"


    She found the courage in those nasty feelings of shame, guilt, anxiety, and anger as she let go of herself from the cliff. She knew that hitting the rocky ground from this place would surely lead to her turning into a bunch of dust, as happens when people die. She wanted to smile, but due to the pressure of the air, she couldn''t; she only hoped that in the afterlife, she would wish to be anything but a La''ra.


    ---


    "Darkness comes, darkness goes. My soul is nothing but a doll. I feel I am chasing an infinite roll. With nowhere to go, and I am always a doll." ~ Lolita Lara.


    Oatmeal read the passage with confidence and smiled while reading the back cover. She liked the poem. She shouted, trying to make a rhythm out of it, but couldn''t bring herself to create a song. Everyone in the bookstore had to endure her weird rhythm, and eventually, a bookstore worker came and said, "Uhm, can you, please... stop rhyming." The bookstore worker said that in a shy and cute manner. "People... they are reading..."


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    Oatmeal blinked her black dot eyes and simply wanted to know if she really meant it. Oatmeal was a male and she was a tall, slender, male who looked intimidating at first, and she had a secret: she could read people''s emotions and everything about them, if she decided to, of course. Why couldn''t she? Since she could do whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted. Now, she wanted to know the bookstore worker''s real emotions and everything about her.


    The bookstore worker was thinking to herself, "Please accept, please accept. Please do not kill me or abuse me, you look intimidating and scary, and I know I have to silence you somehow, but I''m scared that making you angry will have consequences. I have to silence you because if I don''t, people will get annoyed, and if the customers complain, my boss might fire me. She has reasons to fire me anyway. I don''t want to be fired for not being able to silence you! I have a mother and a dog to take care of, and their lives are dependent on me. So, please!"


    Knowing all her emotions and thoughts, Oatmeal shrugged her shoulders and put the fictional history book, "Legacy of La''ra", back on the shelf. She looked at the annoyed crowd and smiled back at them with her black lips.


    "I get it. You don''t want to listen to great poems from me," Oatmeal said with an ingenuous smile. "I just wanted to enlighten your day with my presence."


    "But you are annoying," one from the crowd said with anger. "You have been coming here and reading all the books out loud. You have no rhythm and nothing interesting to say. You are just a green, bald monster."


    "No, it''s not true. I am not a monster. I am Oatmeal."


    "Your name is also a weird thing!" Another one with a strong voice said. "I am here to escape from my wife''s constant chatter, and here I am... I can''t even find the pleasure to sit and read in silence. You are an annoying fuck."


    "Language... sir..." The shy bookstore worker tried to calm the situation.


    "Damn your ''language, sir,''" the one who cursed said. "I am leaving this place, and I will never come back unless that bastard is gone." The one who cursed simply got up and left the place.


    Oatmeal looked at the shy bookstore worker and wanted to know her name. Her name was Lu''WoWood. Oatmeal wanted to know more about her inner psyche, as she was leaning towards the bookshelves. She decided to do that because she had nothing else to do but wait for the laundry to finish at the laundry mat on ''Rose Street''. Oatmeal thought to herself: "I think I should act more civilized, even though I find those manners boring and synthetic. I wonder why humans act the way they do now? Especially in Toronto. I know people seem kind and caring, but I am ninety percent sure that they hate the way they act, or maybe I am just a bad observer. Now, I wonder Lu''s inner emotions."


    Lu was cleaning the desks because the one who shouted at Oatmeal had spilled coffee on the desk. While doing that, Lu was thinking, "I hope the boss is playing smartphone games as usual at lunchtime. Otherwise, I will be fired. I don''t want to do this job anymore, but I have to, otherwise I will be a bad kid who doesn''t even take care of her mother and our lovely dog, Anny. I wish I had the courage and skills to stand up to those bullies like Oatmeal in front of me. Look at her, she is tall, slender, green, and bald. There is a feminine masculine charm in her. She seems charismatic in a weird way and acts however she wants, and I don''t see her intimidated by anyone around. Responsibilities don''t seem to be on her mind, I guess. I think she is an alien. I wish she were my friend and protect me from my mother''s daily abuses. I love her, but I wish she would just die and let me go my own."


    Oatmeal always found conflicts in humans. It was as if two souls were clashing in a body. It seemed that one was more selfish and the other was more selfless. She did not understand, though, since she was not a human or anything related to these complex primates. Oatmeal, mumbling some poems, approached Lu and bent over the table she was cleaning now. Lu had an average, cute-looking face. Oatmeal assumed she was a girl since she was wearing a skirt. She couldn''t be sure, though, because there were males, boys, and men who wore skirts where she came from before Toronto. She did not know about Toronto''s culture, since Oatmeal had been living there for no more than six weeks.


    "Hello Lu." Oatmeal said. She put her hands in her pockets. She was wearing black, loose harem pants and a black, loose top. She was wearing no footwear whatsoever.


    Lu trembled with anxiety. She was thinking to herself, "Did I make her angry, oh no! Does she know my name? How? Why does she look at me like that!? I need to act more mature and should not be scared of her."


    "Oh, hello," Lu said.


    "I wonder why you don''t leave your job," Oatmeal said. "I have been coming to this bookstore and looking at you. I am not specifficaly looking at you of course. But, I wonder, why aren''t you leaving your job if you don''t find it fun?"


    "Responsibilities," Lu replied.


    "What responsibilities?" Oatmeal asked.


    Thinking about Lu''s mother brought tears to her eyes, and she always hated that. "Why do I always become a whiny girl when I think about my mother," she thought to herself. And she opened her mouth to say something confident:


    "Because I must work, that''s all."


    "Do you? Really?" Oatmeal asked.


    "Yes..." Lu said.


    "And I must wait for a laundry machine to finish my clothing. Do you know people don''t have those kinds of machines where I come from?"


    "Where do you come from?" Lu said, putting the cups in order. She thought, "I am sure you are coming from Mars."


    "Rome, 127," Oatmeal replied.


    "You sure?"

 Chapter 2

    "I am joking of course. Dildo mannequins like me can''t time travel like that!?"


    Hearing that word, Lu WoWood blushed a bit. Oatmeal, on the other hand, did not care if she used a bad word or not. To her, all words were the same, just like all beings - she found them all sexy and fun to interact with. Oatmeal''s hands reached for the table and lifted it in the air. She was carrying the table because she thought a meteor might be coming to this very street. Lu was shocked by Oatmeal''s act. She simply took the table, penetrated the bookstore''s walls, and started to move out. She knew the meteor would come. When walking on the street with the table, Oatmeal saw the crowd talking about her and her weird tallness and green bald head. She did not mind, as she was looking up at the red sky. There were clouds moving in the sky, and the sun was setting in the air. There were no signs that anything bad would happen. Lu WoWood came closer to her, thinking, "Now I am screwed. Now I am screwed. I will never be employed in this job anymore. I am dead broke from then on. But thanks to Oatmeal, I saw my boss in frustration. That was her favorite wall of her accomplishments. This alien''s moves made me feel good about myself, since I am not the only one who lost something!"


    "What are you going to do with the table!?" Lu said, somehow with confidence. She was standing in a weird pose. "You should not do that!"


    "Why not?" Oatmeal looked back at her over her shoulder.


    "That''s uncivilized..."


    "Do not worry, I am not civilized. I am Oatmeal, and besides, there will be a meteor hitting this very street, I must protect it because my laundry is still in that building." Oatmeal pointed at the building. That was the laundry building. "I do not want to lose my beloved clothing because they are the only belongings I have. I must protect them from the meteor. Also, I don''t want this meteor to kill people in front of me. I hate people die in front of me."


    Lu and the crowd looked up, and then Lu spoke. "I don''t see any meteor. The sky looks as beautiful as it does every day."


    Then the security people came.


    Oatmeal smiled as the security people covered her. Her black lips were interesting to watch, Lu thought. Lu WoWood did not want to look at Oatmeal, but somehow that creature''s actions seemed cool and independent. Lu thought to herself, "She has the courage to act that way. I wish I were more like her. She is tough, and I-"


    "Do not try to bend me like that, as they do in the movies," Oatmeal said, without a second thought. She was being bent over a police car, "I have watched some adult movies, you say porn, I think. Yes, in those movies, the cops would approach a woman like that. It depends on the genre, though, if you like the ''gay'' genre, which I sometimes do, then you can get along with the cop who is trying to bend me down like that. But I assure you, you can''t find what you are looking for down there, sir, eh."


    "Stop pretending to speak like me," the security person who was holding Oatmeal tight said. "Tell us why you were carrying the table like that. Who ordered you to act like that?"


    Oatmeal looked up at the sky. "To protect you guys and gals from the approaching meteor."


    The crowd, Lu, and the security people looked up. There was a beautiful day with some clouds. That was all.


    "I think a psychiatric ward would be appropriate for her. She must be mad, or have some sort of mental illness."


    "Of course, I am mad, at you. Are you not valuing your lives?" Oatmeal said. "Let me go. Or I will just stop pretending to act civilized and help you in my own way. I don''t have the time to act civilized. The meteor will be coming."


    Lu was looking around as the crowd dissipated. There were no meteors. Only... There were things floating in the air. Lu saw it. Eventually. It was some kind of bird, or just a... Meteor! What Lu saw was something like this: A giant spear-like thing falling down from the sky. There were two sharp heads, and it was just falling down so fast that Lu wondered how she had not even seen it before. She thought, "Oh, that, thing!"


    As she was escaping from the ''Meteor'' or ''Spear'', she heard Oatmeal''s voice. She was still wrestling against the security people. "Lu WoWood! You have seen it, have you not? That''s the reason you have acted like a scared cat, who, as if, saw a mad dog in front of her. Let me assure you, no one sees the thing that you see now. If they were, they would pray to Jes'' Christ, the God they believed in, I suppose. I am sure that''s the Creator of yours, right? Anyway. If you see the meteor, do not run away."


    "What are you talking about, Oatmeal!"


    "I can''t tell you now. Do not worry. You are not the chosen one. You will die if you act stupidly, like running away from the two-headed spear meteor. I would help the street by simply wishing for it, but since I have promised myself to play fair and square, I have decided not to use my unlimited powers for a week. Even though I hate being civilized, I am trying to learn the culture of it. I have bought some documentaries from the Toronto Library and-"


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    "What are you mumbling about, man?" the security guard said as she was trying to put Oatmeal in the police car.


    "People won''t understand anything until they die. Lu, you have to stop the meteor from coming at us! I can''t because I promised myself. I love my principles more than the lives of other people, so it is up to you to save the day." Oatmeal said and then continued thinking something like, "of course, I am lying, I would never let anyone be killed in front of me, I would screw my all principles to save, even a cat."


    They put Oatmeal in the car and got in.


    The giant meteor, a spear-like thing, was approaching faster and faster.


    Lu WoWood thought to herself anxiously: "What should I do? Did I drink a hallucinogenic substance from the bookstore or something? What is happening!? Why shouldn''t I run away from the meteor? That''s the most logical thing to do. I can''t help people. I have to save myself, otherwise, no one will help my mother... Screw my mother. Please Lu, please, please, please. Please, for the first time, think about yourself! What do you want to do now!? I have decided this. I have just decided to run away for my life, and if that works out, find a boyfriend and have anal sex for a night. I hope it''s as interesting as the porn movies!"


    So she decided to run away from the danger. Seeing that, Oatmeal shouted at her, punching the window of the car. The police officer got mad at her because, somehow, Oatmeal was uncuffed.


    "How did you!?"


    "I have just torn them apart. See, easy. We have a huge problem, officer. If you look up at the sky, there is a huge two-headed spear falling down. If I am not mistaken - and I always am when it comes to such calculations - the meteor will kill you, not me, you, in two minutes, because that chick, Lu WoWood, decided to run away and not use her powers, which I have given her. I mean, in comic books and mangas, the protagonist would simply decide to save the day, no matter how difficult it gets, right? Or, am I just reading the wrong type of books?"


    "What are you talking about? There is no danger. Look, there is only sunshine and a beautiful red sky."


    "I don''t want to see you turn into a bunch of dust, though," Oatmeal said.


    "What did you say?" the security person from the driver seat said. "Besides, Marr, where are my keys? I can''t find my keys."


    "I have taken them," Oatmeal said with a smile. She was sitting on the back seat with a large and assertive pose. "I have put the keys in here," she fondle her groin. There was a big bulge under her loose black thermal harem pants. "If you are determined enough to take the keys, you must not be afraid of the balls!"


    "I will kill this annoying alien, or monster, or-"


    "Me, Oatmeal."


    Marr, the officer on the right seat, started to shoot at Oatmeal. Oatmeal looked at the approaching three bullets that were coming at her. She yawned as they were coming. She scratched her bald hands with her left hand, and with her other hand, she scratched her groin. The bullets were so slow that the officers were shocked by their speed. Oatmeal leaned towards the bullets. She was so tall that she almost fit in the car. Anyway, she leaned and saw the three bullets'' details. There were numbers in them, in order: 34, 78, 2222. Oatmeal started to think about them, "Those numbers... do they mean anything? Probably... otherwise, I would not even dare to look at them. Two days ago, I had decided to make my body follow the destiny no matter what happens." When Oatmeal looked at them from a specific perspective, she saw the meaning behind them. Her black dot eyes grew larger as she read the numbers'' real meanings! "Oh, no! Those numbers indicate that someone is in the laundry room and playing with my clothing now! I have to find her." The officers did not even understand anything as Oatmeal got up from the seat and simply left the car. "You can return to your normal speed friends when I leave the street in one hour. Do enjoy your slow flow!"


    Oatmeal was walking on the streets, seeing the giant two-headed-spear thing above. She went to the laundry building, where she did not like the idea of not knowing people''s names, finding it frustrating to not know anything. So, she simply decided to know every being''s names from then on, and their genders too. She then said, "It is better for me to know the genders beforehand, since the two genders have the same feminine shapes, the only exception is the gender differences."


    Oatmeal saw a blue-skinned person named Mavita, who was searching for something in Oatmeal''s clothing. Oatmeal saw her playing with her clothing and decided not to interfere, wanting to know what she would do with her own clothing. She burnt it! Mavita burnt the clothing in a snap of a second. Seeing that, Oatmeal went behind her, grabbed her by the neck, and hit her head against the wall. Mavita was dangling in the air, trying to escape from Oatmeal''s green, slender fingers. Mavita wanted to say something, so she made strange sounds. Mavita thought in desperation, "I have to escape from her hands, otherwise I am not safe! Oh, if only I could bend her fingers... No way... She is too strong. I would not want to share my cookies with her, at all. Please, let me have one more cookie before I die!"


    Oatmeal simply stared at her with her black dot eyes and tried not to laugh at her. But she laughed nonetheless. "Sorry, I have heard your thoughts without intention and found it somehow funny. Even though it was funny, I respect your determination of wanting to eat one last cookie before you die. Do you like chocolate chip cookies, or simply plain cookies? Do not ask me. I can''t decide."


    "How long have you been hearing my inner voices?" Mavita asked.


    "I did not hear that much, though," Oatmeal replied.


    "Then let me go. You are too strong."


    "I am not. You are too sneaky. What were you doing with my clothing? You have burnt it in front of me."


    "Why are you interested in it?" Mavita said, still in Oatmeal''s hands. She was holding Oatmeal''s wrist unintentionally.


    "Because that clothing was mine, and you, somehow, have decided to burn it into pieces."


    "That was only my orders. Please let me-"


    "No. You can''t play being the victim. I am angry even though I don''t show it to you. There is a giant spear meteor thing falling from the sky, Lu WoWood simply vanished out of nowhere, and I have promised myself not to use my powers for a week, and I must stop the meteor from falling down from the sky. You will help me, or I will be the first drill surgeon for your butt."


    Mavita did not like the idea of it.

 Chapter 3

    The two of them were looking at the falling giant meteor-spear thing. Mavita wanted to say something, but Oatmeal made her stop, again.


    "Please, don''t ever talk about cookies again," Oatmeal said.


    "Why not? Since we couldn''t find a way to destroy that thing, why can''t we enjoy our last cookies?" Mavita smiled and munched on some cookies she had. "I had a goal to find Atlantis with a friend of mine."


    Oatmeal was looking at Mavita''s body while her hands were on her back. She was thinking, "Well, if I were to use all my powers, I might save the street from that giant thing. But I have promised myself not to use my powers for a week. I don''t know, what will I do? In fact, I don''t even care about my principles at all; I have just been acting more civilized to feel out of it. I have decided on something that''s interesting for me. Yes, I have found it! I will bring Lolita La''ra here and open her Magicka! She was a character in a book that I just read about. And what if I gave my abilities to her? That would mean I haven''t used my whole abilities theoretically. That''s good!"


    So, Oatmeal, having decided to bring Lolita La''ra, smashed her palm with her hand. "Yes, I will do that."


    "What will you do? I have said I won''t give you any cookies."


    "Not cookies, Mavita, my friend. I will bring a character here and give my all powers to her and let her destroy that thing for me and all the street."


    "Why don''t you give the powers to me?"


    Oatmeal narrowed her eyes, looking at her.


    "Boy, I don''t give powers to someone who steals from me."


    "You have made up this idea right now, don''t you? Then why don''t you give your powers to me?"


    "Because the rhyme I have read stuck in me, and that brought me the name Lolita La''ra, so I will pick her instead of you. Now shut up and eat your cookies there."


    Mavita sat on the side street and continued gorging on cookies.


    Oatmeal closed her eyes, raised her hands, and made an elegant pose, then raised her hands to the sun. She looked up at the red sky and yelled, "Bring me thy powers, Lord, I need your powers, to split the ocean, and-"


    Mavita scowled at Oatmeal for shouting like that, because the sound made her drop her box of cookies. "You made me drop my cookies! Do you need to act like that before using your powers? You''re irritating."


    "No, I was just pretending to be a known prophet. Anyway..." Oatmeal said and snapped her fingers. In a snap of a second, a purple gas surrounded the place, and there she was, Lolita La''ra, who was in the mist, waiting to be discovered. Oatmeal thought to herself, "I hope she''s a good person to interact with, otherwise I will have to give my powers to that bastard Mavita."


    Lolita La''ra was waiting, giving an elegant pose. She was sitting on the street in an alluring manner. She was pale, alluring, and completely naked. Her long, purple hair covered her firm breasts and penis. She was smoot and shining. Oatmeal had decided to spawn her like that because there were little kids around and she did not want to give them an early sexual education. Oatmeal came closer to Lolita La''ra, thinking to herself, "I''m sure she''ll be a good person because she was in the historical fiction I read about La''ras."


    "Hey, La''ra, are you here? Will you stop giving a glamorous pose? I need you to destroy that meteor-spear thing," Oatmeal said, pointing at the meteor-spear thing. Its shadow was covering all the street, but no one except Mavita, Oatmeal, and Lu WoWood saw the meteor.


    "I have jumped from the cliff... And..." Lolita La''ra started to say.


    "You have reincarnated into this place... Toronto has a good Buddhist community if you''re interested," Oatmeal said without a thought. She started to sing a poem in a weird way: "Darkness comes, darkness goes. My soul is nothing but a doll. I feel I am chasing an infinite roll. With nowhere to go, and I am always a doll. Is that your poem?"


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    Hearing those words, Lolita La''ra narrowed her eyes and got up, revealing her body to Oatmeal, which Oatmeal found fine to see. It seemed Lolita La''ra did not mind being seen naked.


    Lolita La''ra thought to herself, "This is the poem of King Lea! How dare she know this poem? I must understand this place and learn to control my Magicka."


    "Magicka?" Oatmeal said.


    "Yes, Magicka. Wait, how did you know about it?"


    "I am a freelancer mentalist... Now, speaking of your Magicka, I have something more powerful than that. Do you want to know about it before the meteor-spear thing destroys everyone?"


    "Nothing is more powerful than Magicka. I don''t need your powers. I need to open my Magicka and find the people who killed my King."


    "I thought you had given them a middle finger and left the kingdom by killing yourself."


    "I changed my mind in the process of falling down from the cliff, but that was too late. But now, because of some mystical power, I am me again. That means I have to find the people who killed my King Lea."


    "Please stop talking about your obsession for a second and let us help destroy that thing." Oatmeal pointed at the meteor. It was almost going to crash into the street.


    "I don''t see any-"


    Oatmeal came closer to Lolita La''ra and gave her a French kiss with her black lips. She had to lean down to reach Lolita La''ra''s mouth. Oatmeal was holding Lolita La''ra and kissing her at the same time. Seeing them, Mavita blushed and started to shout at Oatmeal.


    "You told me you were a male, Oatmeal, and yet you are giving a French kiss to a boy! I''m not sure if it''s legal or not!" Mavita said with a loud voice.


    Oatmeal, who was kissing Lolita La''ra, thought, "Of course, Mavita. I am not that stupid. I have brought this Lolita La''ra boy and made him 19 years old. Just like that, no one will call the cops and accuse me of being a pedophile or something. And I hope they will see the intention behind it. This is not lewd. This is a necessary step for me to give my powers to Lolita La''ra. I know I could have simply fondled her purple hair, but she was the one who inspired me to act that way. Anyway, that kiss will make her have my powers for at least 24 hours, and in the meantime, she can simply destroy the meteor."


    When their lips separated, Lolita La''ra looked up at the red sky. "Meteor..."


    "You''re welcome. You can do whatever you want and whenever you want for the next 24 hours. Now, just be a good boy and destroy the meteor-spear thing, and create a hundred boxes of Lotus Biscuits for Mavita, since she''s a cookie monster, will you!?"


    Lolita La''ra felt different. Her sense of smell and other bodily sensations heightened. She could see every possibility in a snap of a second. She looked at Oatmeal, who was smiling in front of her. Oatmeal seemed powerless compared to her. She simply felt invincible. She thought to herself, "That thing kissed me... And I feel awesome. My powers. Can I use my Magicka like that? Oh, let me try."


    Lolita La''ra focused on her Magicka and decided to use it. And a creature appeared in front of her. Oatmeal found the new purple-skinned creature attached to Lolita La''ra''s body. The purple creature was as alluring as Lolita La''ra. Oatmeal wondered if that thing in front of her was some kind of genie or something. Oatmeal thought to herself, "I have given her an unlimited amount of power, and she still uses her Magicka? How concept-oriented she is. It doesn''t bother me as long as she takes care of that meteor-spear thing."


    "Now, destroy that thing for me," Oatmeal said, squatting down. "I am bored of not using my abilities; I will simply walk to the Niagara Falls just to spend a week, so I can return using my abilities again. See you."


    Oatmeal was about to leave the place when she heard Lolita La''ra say, "No, I won''t."


    If Oatmeal had an eyebrow, she would raise it. She did not expect the answer. "What did you say? Just use the powers and finish it off, and don''t even forget to create some cookies for Mavita. Which brand do you like, Mavita?" Oatmeal asked.


    "As long as they are tasty, I am fine with anything," Mavita said.


    "Such a diplomatic answer," Oatmeal said. "Now, do your thing, La''ra, and finish it off."


    "No, I won''t," Lolita La''ra said with no frustration, but her face seemed pale, and, emotionless, and that seemed frustrating to Oatmeal. "First of all, you have stolen my first kiss! It was meant for my first lover."


    "I know, I have read about King Lea, and how that was your BL-" Oatmeal tried to finish her sentence, but she saw a punch coming towards her. It was Lolita La''ra''s Magicka! The Magicka punched Oatmeal so hard that she penetrated two buildings and hit a car, and found herself lying on the ground. She looked around and saw Lu WoWood trying to steal a car in front of her.


    "Lu? Have you given up your morals? You are stealing cars now. It is fine to see you changing slowly but surely. Why were you stealing a car though? Can''t you use your legs?"


    Lu, who was focusing on the car, was intimidated by seeing Oatmeal again. She had tried to escape from the meteor and had decided to run away, but found it impossible to escape from the meteor. She then decided to steal a car and escape the place. Oatmeal could hear her emotions and thought, "What!? Again. That creature is destroying my life, and now I need to escape from the place by stealing a car. I am already screwed, but at least, let me survive. I promise I will be a selfish person from then on. Lord, I just need to survive!"


    "You can survive if you use the powers I have given you," Oatmeal said. "Your powers only work if you are intended to destroy the meteor-spear thing. Don''t ask me the mechanics, though - it was just a random system thing."

 Chapter 4

    "That means I can''t use my powers if I''m not willing to sacrifice myself!" Lu said with frustration. "You''re out of your mind."


    "If you can''t, you''ll die anyway," Lolita La''ra said. "I have given you the protagonist powers that I have read from mangas and comics. So, yes, you have to be more altruistic than you are now in order to use your powers. And also, it seems I have created a villain for you. Do you see that porcelain boy over there? Yes, she is. She will probably be your villain, just because I stole her first kiss."


    "What did you do?" Lu stood up from the ground and helped Oatmeal up. "Why did you kiss her anyway? Oh, you mean you had to give the powers that way. But wait a minute, you didn''t give the powers by kissing. And I still can''t even use them."


    "She was naked, and I couldn''t control myself," Oatmeal said.


    "She was a boy!?" Lu exclaimed.


    "She was nineteen. At that age, some people start families in some places. I won''t apologize for my sexual attractions. I would have even made out with a cat, since all beings have the same attractive, feminine, humanoid-like shapes. I don''t care."


    "You''re beyond anything..." Lu said.


    "It''s not the time to chatter about these mundane things. First, we must figure out a way for all of you to survive. Fight her, and I am going to get my clothing fixed."


    Lu WoWood looked at the destruction and said, "I can''t fight that thing."


    "You won''t need to fight La''ra. You need to destroy the meteor-spear thing. After that, I can be your boyfriend, since you are into these things."


    "Oatmeal!"


    "I am just making things up, since I know I am mad. Now, go and find a way to destroy the meteor-spear thing, while Lolita La''ra is focusing on me."


    Lu WoWood waited for a minute and then left. Oatmeal was standing on the street, and the crowd was seeing only the aftermath. It seemed to Oatmeal that the crowd couldn''t see the Magicka of Lolita La''ra. Or, did they even see Lolita La''ra? She didn''t mind those questions, when Oatmeal found Lolita La''ra in front of her. "She is not used to handling infinity, that''s the reason she must be angry. It shouldn''t be from my French kiss, should it?"


    Lolita La''ra was in front of her, wearing elegant clothing with a modern design and kingdom aesthetics. Her Magicka was near her. The Magicka dashed, in a snap of a second, and was about to punch Oatmeal in the face. Seeing the punch, Oatmeal thought, "I should stop reading Jojo!"


    The Magicka punched her face so hard that she broke apart the street! Oatmeal couldn''t block the subsequent punches, and she was beaten mercilessly. Lolita La''ra came near Oatmeal, seeing her on the ground. "Why didn''t you die? Why didn''t you fight back?"


    "Because it''s against my religion," Oatmeal said, waking up.


    "What is your religion, then?" Lolita frowned.


    "I..." Oatmeal said, looking at her. "I am a coward."


    "You are pathetic. In the meantime, I have learned to control the powers you have given me. If I were a human, this kind of power would destroy me into a bunch of dust. But since I am a porcelain doll, I can resist this infinite power. Why you brought me and gave me those powers is beyond my understanding, though. But I can control it however I want. I have found my motivation; I will use this power to create my own universe and live happily ever after with King Lea."


    "Can you please help Lu WoWood destroy the meteor thing at least? That would be lovely."


    Lolita La''ra looked up at the sky, and the meteor was almost going to hit the ground. "Oh, this? I can give you a hand."


    Lolita La''ra snapped her fingers, and in a snap of a second, the meteor-spear thing hit the ground so hard that it destroyed all the buildings, streets, and its power exploded every corner of that side of Toronto.


    "I should have spawned Pinocchio instead!" Oatmeal said, finding herself lying under the soil. The power of the meteor had pushed her so hard that she found herself in the depths of the soil. It was as if she was lying in a tomb or something. She looked around and said, "It''s complete darkness. This porcelain boy made me realize something. Every time I give my powers to someone, however poor they may be, they always end up destroying the fabric of life, no matter what! Or, I haven''t met someone who isn''t power-hungry in eternal possibilities. I don''t want to generalize, though," she said, starting to dig her way up. "I will get out of this dark soil and figure something out."


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    She looked around and did not find anything destroyed on the surface. There were no city though, only wildereness and animals doing their own thing. "How long have I been sleeping under the soil? Thousand years, ten thousand years? Those years are meaningless to me, but I wonder what happened to Lolita La''ra? That means I have fullfiled my promise of not using my powers for a week. Let me see what is she doing? I guess she was just sitting in a throne and having an elegant pose like a true cliche villan but let me see."


    Oatmeal simply decided to be near Lolita La''ra and it simply happened.


    She was in a beautiful garden, the sky was purple, and there, she saw two strangers in a garden. Oatmeal walked towards them and decided to learn their names. Their names were Lea and Lolita. When she looked around, Oatmeal saw the garden, but nothing else in this universe. When she was at the door, waiting for someone to greet her, no one did. So, Oatmeal went in, jumping off through the door. She saw purple flowers in a row and a small building at the center of the large garden. She shouted at Lolita La''ra, "Hello, La''ra, did you miss me!?"


    As she said that, Lolita La''ra spawned in front of her. "Who are you? Do I know you?"


    "What''s going on here? Don''t you remember me, Lolita? We fought for a short time, I think, ten thousand years ago? Are we in another dimension or something?"


    "Who is this man, La''ra?" It was King Lea, who looked old but attractive to see. She had gray purple hair and wore luxurious white clothing. She looked like an attractive king who had spent the rest of her life in peace.


    "My fight with Lolita La''ra didn''t finish, so I have come to bring it to an end," Oatmeal said, but hearing those words, they didn''t like Oatmeal''s attitude.


    "Don''t start talking about war. We have been living here, in peace, for eons. I don''t want to hear those words here," King Lea said.


    "Lolita, what happened to you?" Oatmeal didn''t understand what was going on and thought, "That makes sense. She must have erased her whole memory just to be with King Lea. And time is nothing for me, but to Lolita, I think she simply forgot about our fight. That makes sense, at least, for me."


    "What happened to me? I am just serving my beloved King Lea, that''s all. I wonder if you are an inter-dimensional alien or something? How did you learn about me and this place, which is very hard to find?"


    "I am... I have known some gods, I guess."


    "Oh, I see," King Lea said, "Strangers don''t travel across this dimension, which Lolita La''ra created for me to live in, forever. And I find this place simple, fun, and satisfying." King Lea was smiling as purely as she could, which Oatmeal simply wanted to know about their inner psyche, for fun.


    "That''s awesome," Oatmeal said, leaning against the stone wall. "I hope she''s not manipulated by Lolita La''ra''s powers. Let me focus on her emotional realm."


    "...I wish she won''t leave this place. I, King Lea, am desperate in Lolita''s claws! I have been living in this place for eons, and I just want to die peacefully. That doll is not going to stop loving me, no matter how hard I try to escape this heavenly prison. Help me, traveler, oh, help me, bring me the peace I''ve been looking for..." King Lea was thinking about these things and, at the same time, saying, "Everything is awesome," to Oatmeal!


    Oatmeal then looked at Lolita La''ra and decided to know about her inner psyche, and... And... AND... There was nothing in her psyche, and her inner realm. Oatmeal decided to focus on her again.


    "..."


    That was all Lolita La''ra was thinking, or feeling about. She was simply nothing.


    "Oh, well..." Oatmeal said. "King Lea, it was an honor to meet you and your servant, Lolita La''ra. Can you show me the way to leave this purple dimension, because I couldn''t find the exit? Can you show me, King Lea?"


    "I can-" Lea''s words were cut off by La''ra.


    "I can show you, follow me," Lolita La''ra said, smiling.


    Once Lolita La''ra left through the exit door and stepped outside, Oatmeal grabbed King Lea from behind and ran in the opposite direction of Lolita La''ra. Oatmeal thought, "Psycho doll has trapped this man. I will help her! What should I do? What should I do? Oh, I will throw her as far as I can."


    Oatmeal said, "I will throw you so fast that you will turn into a bunch of dust, and will reincarnate into another life, I don''t know."


    King Lea said, "Hurry then!"


    Oatmeal threw the king afar. In a snap of a second, King Lea turned into a bunch of dust by penetrating the atmosphere of the dimension. Oatmeal looked proud of what she did, and when she looked back, the Magicka, Oatmeal fought eons ago, appeared out of nowhere and hit her in the neck. She found herself lying on the floor, and Lolita La''ra was on top of Oatmeal, stepping on Oatmeal''s butt.


    "What did you do!?" Lolita La''ra exclaimed.


    "I gave her a peaceful death, which is what she wanted! You can''t make people live forcefully just because it''s your crush," Oatmeal replied.


    "It was not my crush, it was my father! I was dependent on her! What have you done? How will I be protected now? Who will take care of me now? What about me now?" Lolita La''ra asked, her voice filled with desperation.


    "I thought you were the one taking care of the King. I now see that it''s vice versa," Oatmeal said.


    "I don''t want to be alone! I don''t want to be alone!" Lolita La''ra kept saying, and at the same time, her Magicka was punching Oatmeal repeatedly. Being sickened by Lolita''s actions, Oatmeal grabbed the Magicka and kicked it in the chest, and the Magicka hit the house.


    "Lolita La''ra, I have given you almost an infinite amount of power, and yet you are still such a crybaby. Haven''t you realized that only you can help yourself? No one will save you from your broken perspective about yourself," Oatmeal said.


    "I want my parents!" Lolita La''ra shouted. "I need my parents. I will kill you and torture you forever just because of what you did to me. I want my toys back!"


    "Then bring it on," Oatmeal said, taking a position to fight back.

 Chapter 5

    Lolita La''ra snapped her fingers, and the Magicka grabbed Oatmeal from behind. Oatmeal would have heard the Magicka''s footsteps if she hadn''t been so focused on Lolita La''ra''s attractive clothing. Oatmeal tried to break free from the Magicka, and in a split second, she heard Lolita La''ra''s voice, "Go to Hell!"


    The beautiful-looking place turned upside down, and everything looked as if it was from a cheap horror movie. The gray, dungeon-like atmosphere surrounded her everywhere. Oatmeal didn''t understand what was going on and simply asked, "What are you going to do to me?"


    "I''m not going to do anything, but they are," Lolita La''ra replied.


    Oatmeal saw hundreds of thousands of tall, gray-skinned ogres surrounding her. The Magicka turned into a bunch of chains and lifted Oatmeal into the air. Oatmeal was now in chains.


    "You love so sweetly, yet fight so dirty," Oatmeal said.


    "Enough of your voice," Lolita La''ra said. "I will make you watch as you are tortured in this place for life, until you bring my beloved King Lea back."


    "Why can''t you bring her back?" Oatmeal asked.


    The ogres were naked and looked at Oatmeal with intimidating gazes. Oatmeal, seeing them, made a scary-looking face.


    "I can''t bring her back because I''m not a god, or anything like that," Lolita La''ra said.


    "Where did you think that I''m a god, or something?" Oatmeal asked.


    "Find a way to bring my beloved King Lea back, or you will taste their clubs for life!" Lolita La''ra shouted.


    "Do whatever you want, I''m not in a hurry anyway," Oatmeal replied.


    "Do as you please, then," Lolita La''ra said, sitting on a chair and sipping some red liquid. "I will watch your torture." Lolita La''ra thought to herself, "Of course, I couldn''t watch her get tortured forever, I have things to do. What if she simply breaks those chains apart and fights back? I''m stressed. I have to act tough. I''m stressed and anxious. She didn''t seem intimidated by the ogres, even though I find them scary. Maybe I should have created another type of dungeon. Damn, I crave donuts. I need to eat donuts."


    "Okay, people, bring it on, and attack me however you want," Oatmeal shouted back. "But I assure you, you will not find what you are looking for. I have been in worse places than this, and I had fun anyway."


    "I have to eat donuts," Lolita La''ra thought to herself. "She won''t be intimidated by them. I need to escape from her. I will order them to kill her, and find another way afterwards. I need to bring my beloved King Lea back. I miss her. Why couldn''t I keep playing the numb, stoic, porcelain against this green alien man."


    "My name is Oatmeal, by the way," Oatmeal said.


    "Like I care," Lolita La''ra said and ordered the ogres to start the torturing process.


    Lolita La''ra created a portal and left the place, going to her second house, where she had a big refrigerator. She opened the door and got a big, dark chocolate donut and a white chocolate milk. "I must stop doing this every time a stressor triggers my eating disorder. I don''t know why I couldn''t control it." So, saying that, she simply sat down on a cushioned chair and started to eat the donut in a passionate way, and at the same time, she was crying tears of joy and stress. Lolita La''ra thought to herself, "I wish they would kill her right there. I don''t want to see someone who is more powerful than me. I''m scared of people who are more powerful than me. I must do anything to destroy her. Damn it, I eat like a wild animal every time I''m scared of something! I hate to act like that. But I love the taste of it!"


    Lolita La''ra dropped the glass of milk, and the milk splashed across the room, with some of the liquid splashing on her face. The liquid, though it was white, was not as milky as expected. It was as if it came from somewhere else.


    "What is this?" Lolita asked, smelling the thick liquid on her face. "It tastes like coconut. And it''s not white chocolate. It''s sticky, and..." When she looked up, she heard Oatmeal, and her one green and one pinkish-purple eye widened in shock. She wanted to kill herself by choking on donuts because she was scared of Oatmeal.


    Oatmeal''s feet were on the roof, looking down at Lolita La''ra upside down. "What you have on your face is ogre liquid that came from a mature act we had for three months," Oatmeal said. "The ogres were all tired to death when the adult contest of prowess came to an end. Did you forget about me, Lolita La''ra? Time doesn''t seem to work in a proper manner in your dimension, I guess. I have been waiting for you to come for almost three months. Don''t worry, though - I have tamed the ogres by offering them your Magicka. I have used most of the ogres to my advantage, but they all used the Magicka to their advantage as well. I think that torture of yours was a win-win for all. Anyway, are you ready for me to fight back, boy?"


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    Hearing those words, Lolita La''ra choked on donuts and tried to find something to drink. She rushed to the fridge.


    Oatmeal was laughing as she came closer to La''ra. "I haven''t even touched you, and you''re choking to death. I won''t go easy on you just because you have a tight throat. You have destroyed all the people in Toronto due to your own ignorance. Remember that?"


    Lolita La''ra was not listening to her; she was just looking for something to drink. Oatmeal simply gave her an orange juice. She gulped it down in one sitting and relaxed a bit. She thought to herself, "I can''t win against her, because I''ve been trying to manipulate her mind using my Magicka, and it doesn''t even work. I don''t know what to do. I hope she kills me quickly."


    "I won''t kill you," Oatmeal said. "I will make you regret what you did to King Lea and the people around him."


    "Will you rape me?"


    "Nah, I won''t," Oatmeal said. "I will make it worse than that."


    "What will you do?"


    Oatmeal was just pretending to look harsh, but at the same time, she was thinking, "Damn, I don''t know what to do with her. I need to find something scary and boring at the same time. What should I do? Oh, I''ve found something. I will make her eat her favorite food until she tires of it. Yes, that will make her apologize for her actions."


    Oatmeal decided on a torture plan and made a location appear in front of her. Lolita and Oatmeal found themselves in a beautiful restaurant, where they were ordering a meal. The waitress took their orders, and when she brought the food to the table, Lolita La''ra finally understood where she was. She looked around and saw Oatmeal sitting in front of her, watching her sinisterly.


    "Where are we, and what are you going to do to me?"


    The food brought to the table was a special kind of donut, a special kind of donut made of tahini and brown sugar. The food, as Oatmeal had learned, was Lolita''s favorite.


    "That''s my favorite donut, called WhiteSky. It''s named after the family who invented the recipe. They even added crunchy white chocolates to the dough. I''m happy; can I eat it?"


    "That''s all yours," Oatmeal said, smiling sinisterly.


    After finishing the meal, Lolita La''ra was in ecstasy, experiencing sensations she really liked. When she stopped eating the donut with forks and knives, she put down the utensils and decided to get up. When she tried to get up, the chair she was sitting on grabbed her legs and her waist. She did not understand what was going on and looked at Oatmeal in the face. "I need to get to the bathroom to wash my face. I don''t want to be seen like a spoiled person who binged on donuts like that. Even though I ate the donut elegantly, I need to check my face to clean it."


    "You will get up until you finish eating the remaining one trillion eight hundred million WhiteSky donuts. And do not worry, I am not short of time anyway. I can wait for you to finish your ''whole'' meal."


    "You must be kidding me. Is this a joke or something? I must leave." Lolita La''ra tried to get up, but the chair grabbed her by the neck and pushed her head onto the table. Trying to escape was not an option for her.


    "I will make sure that every remaining meal will be eaten by you. That will be my torture, I guess. It is as if I will be watching the same mukbang challenge for more than a trillion times. As I said, don''t worry, I have time to spare. Waitress, can you bring us the order, please."


    "No, I must leave. I must leave this place." Lolita La''ra saw the almost infinite number of waitresses serving the same WhiteSky donuts to them, waiting in the aisle. Her eyes widened, and she wanted to cry for help, but she couldn''t find a way out of this desperate situation.


    The waitress served the food again - the donut. Oatmeal thanked the waitress and saw Lolita La''ra start eating the meal slowly but surely. When she finished the second meal, she had the same mouth-gasm that she had from the first one. She loved the taste of it. She thought, "Maybe I can eat them all?"


    "I want to see your face after having eaten the 1000th WhiteSky donut, La''ra," Oatmeal said, playing with her black, loose harem pants. "Contine on, the third donut has arrived on our table."


    "Can I change the variety? I don''t like eating the same thing over and over again."


    "I thought that was your favorite, Lolita La''ra."


    "Fine, give me another one!" Lolita La''ra started to eat the third donut with ease. She wondered if Oatmeal could get bored of watching her eat the same donut over and over again. Lolita La''ra thought, "That weird creature is also torturing herself by watching me eat these foods over and over again. I think I should behave well, otherwise, she can do worse than I am now. I wonder how many donuts I can endure! I hate saying it like that, WhiteSky is my favorite donut, and I am not going to let her taste the enjoyment of seeing me overwhelmed by the food! I will endure, no matter what!"


    "I will also endure watching you eat the same thing over and over again," Oatmeal said, relaxing in her chair. "Come on, those donuts can''t eat themselves! Congratulate yourself, you are in heaven."


    "No, I am in tasty hell in disguise as heaven. Continue on..."


    After having eaten the 36th donut, Lolita La''ra was still fine, but after eating the 166th donut, she cried for help, and after the 366th, she was going crazy. And after the 488th donut, she turned mad and started laughing without stopping. Lolita La''ra kept laughing, and as the tears came down from her cheeks. She had wanted to return to her King Lea... But now, after all those donuts and the remaining donuts, she wanted to be the king herself!


    Oatmeal liked her laughing like that. "See, you are laughing without a reason; these donuts are literally your favorite. 488 donuts gone, more than 1 trillion remained!"