The Stepping Stones

Friend-O

I'm fat.

I know I'm fat.

I used to be quite happy too.

My father was a rich merchant after all.

But after this strange guy looked at me with kind eyes in the gambling den once, I haven't had a single day of good sleep.

It turned out he was a rich young master like me, so naturally, we hit it off.

The guy was stupid, didn't know how to gamble but it all worked out pretty well between us.

A few days later, he was poisoned, but he was still alive somehow. 

That seemed suspicious to me but I couldn't pinpoint the exact cause of creepiness. The dude just seemed entirely different since that day.

I didn't think much of it since he was behaving even better than he used to but somehow my self-esteem started taking huge hits whenever I was around this dude.

It felt like everyone was making fun of me and this guy was always the cause.

I bore with it.

One day, he asked me for me telling me he'll return a thousandfold and whatnot.

Well, he actually did, but somehow I ended up making enemies with hundreds of influential people because of this Fu**er. My father paid millions to build those connections but somehow, it was all gone.

I still bore with it. Because the dude was my friend.

Another day I woke, I found my crush fallen head over heels for this dude. What's worse was that she made fun of me along with him. I still fu**ing bore with it.

The limits were crossed yesterday when he came to me and told me that he would be leaving the city. I was absolutely delighted but I showed a miserable expression, he hugged me and told me, 

"I'll miss you, fatty," My lips twitched, my head heart, but he finally left.

Turns out, he didn't wipe his ass before leaving. Just an hour ago, various strange enemies of this 'hero' came upon my doorstep, slaughtered my family while chanting his name, and told me, 

"Tell that guy when he returns it's the revenge for killing our young master, fatty." and then they left.

What the ACTUAL FUCK!?

WHY... dude why?

I didn't have many enemies before meeting him.

Now am I supposed to feel angry at those that did this? He gave me all I have - misery, gloom, and helplessness. He gave a whole new meaning to my existence. He turned me from a happy-go-lucky common dude to a miserable fat shadow that got trampled by those that couldn't touch him.

Oh, why did you enter my life, my friend-o?

...

Somewhere far away from this miserable location, a dragon was slain. 

A bulky guy suddenly got the news of what happened.

Righteous anger burst forth from his nostrils as he went to slaughter that young master's clan to take revenge for his friend.

'I bet he'll be happy after I'm done with this. Why didn't you work hard enough, fatty?'

This guy later conquered the world and returned back to his hometown, finding his 'friend' fatty dead. 

The cause of death - suicide. He offered him flowers and kneeled down to pay respects. Meanwhile, the weakened bones of 'fatty' turned to ashes after trying to unsuccessfully roll over in his grave in the presence of this 'guy'.

Author's Note:

Fatty's belly jiggled as he walked, taking huffing breaths, looking like a wrecking ball. "heh, always praising me to leech benefits out of me, how disgusting..."