Welson was inside the room he entered.He stared blankly at the book that was on top of the desk."Phize… Gratham… Drestil… that kid… how could I ever forget his face?"He remembered the time he kept punching his face 7 years ago."My daughter… I already accepted that it wasn't your fault. I already knew the truth by then. But why… why did you have to get involved with my son… OF ALL PEOPLE?!"He banged the desk.His breathing began to increase in frequency. This, later on, calmed down."How am I supposed to think you're innocent when you downright kill him?"He felt conflicted.He put his head on the book and placed his hands on top of his head.He whispered, "… Stop haunting me… Leave me alone… Why did you have to interfere… Get out of my head… Get out of my head… Get out of my head… Get out of my head… Get out of my head… Get out of my head…"He kept on muttering the same phrase over and over again, steadily increasing in tone and volume."Get out of my head… Get out of my head… GE
Phize called for the doctors, and they scurried to the room.Once they entered, they saw that Vhint held Harris's hand and grasped it firmly. It almost seemed like the two were once close.The scenery could be interpreted as a person mourning the comatose of a dear best friend."Dad?" Phize asked with the arrival of the doctors.Vhint faced them with flowing tears."Did we… interrupt something?" Phize questioned."No, no…"Vhint stood up and stepped aside."Please… go ahead."The doctors surrounded Harris.Phize faced his father."Father… do you happen to know Harris? Were you close with him?"Vhint made an obvious excuse. The time it took to get the answer hinted at it."… I'm just an empathetic person. When I saw how badly injured he was, it made me cry. How a person went through such pain… makes me feel pity.""I can tell what he said was a half-truth. But even so, that reasoning of his is very endearing, and it is obvious he still has some demons to fight. I will respect that," Ph
"C-Cursed Child?" Taya asked as she got up."Please address me by my real name," Phize suggested."Hearing her say the name from her own mouth makes me feel like it's an insult. I rather her call me Phize," he thought."Wh-Where am I?""The doctors can answer that for you."They ambushed Taya.She asked all kinds of questions and so did the doctors."Don't let me regret my decision," Phize mumbled to himself.He left the room and peacefully walked in the hallways.He got lost in his own mind that he did not notice how much time passed by and how many medical personnel got past him."Hm… never imagined my thought process was capable of forming such inhumane thoughts."There was a slight halt to his speculation."Well, that might be the case when I do not refer to humans. She did not treat me like a human and as implied just now, she still does not. So, if she doesn't treat me like one… why do I have to treat her as such? I have no obligation to.""This is the path I chose. If I have to
"To make me say that would have to take a bit of convincing, I'm afraid," Phize stated."Not convinced after seeing my face?""Mmmm, nope. Anyway, have your parents visited you?""Just normal talk," he thought."Nope.""Why?""Busy on taking land domain. Both of them.""I seem to think I'm the only one with decent parents this time around," he thought."I see. Do you miss them?""Why are you here?" she asked."Yikes, she ignored my question. She must really hate me," he surmised, "I've got a long way ahead of me.""If you came here to interrogate me, I insist you get your eyes checked and get out of here. I might get infected by your miasma.""Can't back down. I have to set my status to be someone at least equal to her," he thought."Woah, calm down. Just wanted to get to know you better.""Well, I'm not willing.""We're going to be seeing each other for a few days or weeks to pass. You can't find yourself chatting with Qi or Trod only.""Ahem, I can choose who to speak with. It is so
That's it for now for the mass posting. I want to spend at least my New Year's by playing and doing dumb stuff and whatnot. So I will go on an indefinite hiatus once more. I will mass-post when I have enough. Thank you all for reading my story and for reaching it this far. I hope you continue to support me even when I am away. Don't forget to join my discord server (it's in the synopsis) if you want. Thank you all for your support and this is me signing off for the year! Have a great New Year!
Guys, I really apologize for not updating for so long. My parents do not allow me to write, and it's a lot harder especially since I'm in high school, so I have to focus a bit more on my studies. However, that doesn't mean I'm abandoning this series or the other, it's just on hold. I'm unsure if I can update at the same time as Mob, but I will try to update in summer as well, so please look forward to it. Please continue to follow my series and follow my twitter if you can. You can simply search my author name and it pops up. Thank you for understanding! And that is all for now!
Hello fans! Sorry for the wait. I have been especially busy with school and a lot of personal stuff happened too. I'm back in business!... or so I'd like to say but that hiatus made me a bit lax so I need to write more and more to recover my memories of where we left off and the speed of my typing. I apologize for having no updates upon the series for months. Please continue to give me your support, give your comments if you'd like, give your reviews, I'm all up for it. Without further ado, let's finally give an end to Phize's tale. We're about halfway through so please bear with me until then okay? Thank you for your continued support! And thank you for reading this far into the series!
In modern-day Germany, there was a man who had always loved programming ever since he had come across its term when he was 5 years old. When he went to school a year after, he was regarded as an outcast because of his unique hobby. No one dared get close to him except for someone named Ansgar Wegener, someone who had always loved games. They both had each other to rely on because they had no other friends as well as having unsupportive parents. Fifteen years prior, there was a man walking the crowded snowy streets of Germany, everyone was wearing mittens, scarfs, and jackets, including him too. In contrast to how much he was under wraps, he shivers and mutters for it being so cold out in the open while glancing at the buildings as he passes by. The man is carrying bottles of wine and other alcoholic beverages in which his parents would get drowned over. With him, as an addition, bags of potato chips that are all neatly wrapped. What kind of life am I living? Why didn't I get a job?