Self-Hater

Save The Dragon! - Chapter 8 "Self-Hater"

United Kingdom of Bri'ish and Irish, City of London, Royce Melvin Studios

<Pathos' Pov>

In a barely lit room, a dark-haired man with a tired expression could be seen drawing on a tablet. Besides the tablet, there was a picture depicting a younger him holding the hands of a young toddler.

*Cough*

"Thank you," Wilson said as he imagined people who witness his current state would subconsciously say 'bless you'.

"Just a few more frames, Wilson, just a few more..." Wilson said to himself as he drew on the tablet.

Yes, Wilson was indeed an animator, an overworked animator. He was currently working on the latest addition to the Yarney's Barnyard franchise, The [Yarney: Invasion of The Crow] movie.

On Wilson's tablet, a cartoon scarecrow holding the legendary rainbow yarn could be seen running down a staircase whilst being chased down by a large crow-like griffin.

"Sigh... I need to get some coffee" Wilson commented as he got up and made his way to the break room.

However, he noticed something peculiar when doing so.

"Why the hell are the lights flickering so much?" Wilson complained.

"No way can the studio have such an apparent electrical problem without anyone reporting it... But seeing as the lights are still like this, I guess I'll have to do it " He was currently working overtime till morning so the higher-ups weren't here... he'll have to wait till the end of his shift to report this problem.

"And what's with all these weird feathers? don't tell me the janitor became lazy..." He complained as he accidentally stepped on a bunch of weird black feathers.

"Whatever, not my job..." He said as he opened the door to the break room.

He walked over to the coffee machine and made an expresso for himself.

"The studio really gives off creepy vibes at night..." He complained whilst sipping his cup o' joe.

After finishing his drink, he walked over to the mirror to check on his current look.

On the mirror was a 6,1 ft tall black-haired man with a disheveled and tired expression wearing the company uniform. Wilson's gray eyes wandered to his chest where a silver nameplate bearing his name was attached to his suit. The name 'Wilson Knight Jr' was engraved on the plate.

"Man, I look so pathetic... I'll have to get home before Penny wakes up, can't let her see her old man like this..." Wilson said.

"What time is it, anyway?" He asked himself as he took a glance at his watch.

"04.20? Damn, Management better give me a good raise after depriving me of sleep like this" While he felt like a simple overtime shift didn't warrant a sizable wage raise, he was actually on an overtime streak that had lasted for at least a month now.

Forget managing to get home and tidy up, Penny would already be at school when he reached home.

"Damn you, my work-aholic ethic... because of you I can't even see my daughter after a tiring day of work" Will complained.

This guy complains so much, No wonder his wife divorced him...

"Forget it... I guess I'll go back to animating now..." Wilson grumbled.

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<Ethos' Pov>

"Hissssss... Sob... Sob" a combination of crying and hissing could be heard from inside a dumpster.

The Mutant boy laid there whilst Mutant Flies surrounded him, eager for an easy meal. The Mutant had severe scratch marks all over his monstrous body parts... though these marks clearly came from himself...

Thomas- No, The Mutant, was but a shadow of his former self. His entire lower body had mutated into a long serpentine tail, His ears grew long and furry like a bat's, and His eyes reptilian. from his elbows to his hands, scales grew all over, and from his fingers, long reptilian claws jutted out. His forked tongue hissed and liked the air as it sent olfactory information to his brain.

Whilst he could no longer be called a human, his mutation in comparison to the other mutants was definitely less severe, and the fact that he still had a 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘺 intact mind supported this.

Though it seemed like Thomutant didn't think the same.

---⥼＜-1 𝐕𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲＞⥽---

Cause of Damage: 𝐒𝐞𝐥𝐟-𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐦

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"Sob...Sob" Thomutant whimpered quietly as he kept hurting himself...

Then suddenly a celebratory sound effect resounded through his mind.

---⥼＜𝐀𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐔𝐧𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝＞⥽---

"𝐁𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐃𝐲𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐚"

Inflict more than <1> damage to yourself because of self-hatred due to a perceived flaw in your appearance.

+𝟏𝟎 𝐄𝐗𝐏 is awarded.

𝟐𝟓% of the damage gained by 𝐒𝐞𝐥𝐟-𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐦 will now be resisted.

𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤: Seek therapy.

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"Oh, Fuck you too!" Thomonster shouted.

"Achievement my assssss..."

Thomutant slowly left the dumpster and slothful slithered across the stone pavement to a nearby rain puddle.

"Oh... Thomasssss, what the hell issss happening to you?" He asked in horror as he witnessed his own monstrous form for a second time.

---⥼＜You Have Mutated＞⥽---

"I know that!" He shouted.

"...And you answer questionsss?" He asked the System.

---⥼＜Every Situation Calls For A Different Response, We Answer Questions Worth Answering＞⥽---

"Then... What are you?" He knew what a system was, he had read many novels where such a cliche was prominent. But basing his idea of what the System was with fantasy novels is just asking to for trouble.

---⥼＜We Are 𝐌𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐮𝐬＞⥽---

"I'm not assssking who you are, I'm asking what you are" He complained.

--⥼＜We Are 𝐌𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐮𝐬＞⥽---

"... I guess you're not fully sentient then" He stated.

--⥼＜That Is Up For Your Interpretation＞⥽---

"For a glorified AI, You sure do articulate wordsss like a perssson..." He commented

Mobius did not respond.

"Well, I guessss I need to focus on the sssituation now" Something in the back of his mind kept telling him to go out there and just talk to people, which was quite unusual since he was normally introverted.

"Ssstatss Pleassse" He requested.

--⥼＜Vocal Commands Are Unnecessary, To View Your 𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐃𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐔𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍, Simply Think About It＞⥽---

"Okay," He said as he proceeded to do just that.

---⥼＜𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐃𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐔𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍＞⥽---

𝐋𝐕 𝟎 - 𝟏𝟎/𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝐄𝐗𝐏

𝐕𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲: 5/7

𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐲: 1/1

𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: Thomas Dendar

𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐬: Mutanoid (Human)

𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: Demi-Mutant

𝐀𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭: Chaotic Good

𝐑𝐨𝐥𝐞: Wannabe Young-Master, Self-Hater

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬: -

𝐒𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬:-

𝐏𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐬:-

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𝐀𝐭𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐬:

-𝐏𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐪𝐮𝐞: 10

-𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: 9

-𝐌𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲: 4

-𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞: 8

-𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞: 6

-𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫: 5

-𝐀𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬: 7

-𝐌𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜: 0.1

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𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: A 13-year-old boy going by the name of Thomas Dendar, He was the young master of the organized crime group "Night Serpents". But the boy instead of exploiting his connections, chose to deny this part of his identity. Unfortunately, His father did not let him escape his legacy. Now he wanders the earth as a half-baked monster forever despising his own body. Typical Teenager.

>Due to Mutation, Most physical attributes have increased.

>As a native resident of Ohio, This individual naturally has a high rate of 𝐁𝐢𝐳𝐳𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐅𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫.

>This individual has contracted lesser-variety mutation after the 𝐀𝐝𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭.

>Professional therapy for this individual is advised.

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"Jesus Christ..."

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Well, Where are the fecking stones, guys? I'm starving here

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