Expirements , Sleep and Love

[[Pov: Takahashi]]

After the nightmare part of any trip , packing , was over the rest of the time till our flight was spent in silence.

Mother was heavy with emotions despite her eagerness to move this place meant a lot to her , it has been her home for majoeity of her life and this home was also the place where countless memories were made.

Hell , even i got a little emotional sitting beside her as the memories of this body's childhood replayed in my mind.

By the time the sun was setting she was bawling her eyes out , i didn't know the specific reasons but i could make a few gueses.

I definitely did not miss the obsessive stare that mother glared into me as i was looking at the sunset.

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The flight was pretty boring , the shows were mostly filled with hero worshipping garbage and i was kinda getting a bit uneasy by the looks mother gave me occasionally , even if i know she isn't right in the head isn't that a bit much.

Not that i totally hate it , ignoring her i decided to search about the eldursson families known estates and possible places they could be found and for that i took my laptop and went to the bedroom.

We were in a huge cabin for two people and since we were flying a special airline only for the super affluent we also had personalized bedrooms and other accommodation services based on past flying records.

The whole plane was for about 10 to 12 people and the plane was larger than the average commercial planes in the 21st century.

Its not that hard to find people once you have suffecient money and knowledge on how to apply it.

One payment on the dark web and suddenly you are tracking the live locations of all ip's associated with the eldursson's.

Honestly knowing the ins and outs of internet is almost a superpower in a world that is basically connected to it at every possible level.

God bless the unemployed youth that is willing to sell these skills for money which is equivalent to chump change for me.

And did i forget to mention the second deadliest superpower ? Its Money , you can buy anything with it.

A couple more years in life ? Too easy !

Want to fulfill your messed up fetishes , because daddy dearest beat the shit out of you in your child hood ? Granted.

Don't wanna pay taxes ? Thats a given privilege.

Want to bring back slavery ? Don't worry you just have to lobby hard enough.

If money ain't solving all your problems in the world then there are only two possibilities either the world is fucking retarded or you just aren't using enough.

Unfortunately for me i am rich but not the elite kind of rich , the Eldurssons however are the 25th richest family around at the moment.

Its not a lot but its more than as a start.

Plus i want to do some experiments which require disposable subjects and for that i need influence , which the family has a lot of.

How will i do it , EASY I'll just erase their personality and make them dummy agents.

Although Helga Eldursson is kinda hot and its probabaly just my hormones talking but I'll try to at least hit before making her a walking meatsuit.

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But that's a big if considering I'm not into Rape and stuff , maybe she'll agree to my condition of servitude? Maybe the entire family would agree ? Who knows ?

After all , this time i will not be planning anything not because i am confident but because it's kinda impossible to make one.

Considering the unknown variables that could impede it , I'll just have to wing it this time.

Although i hate the feeling of losing control i am kinda excited for how this debacle will turn out.

Japan was a bit of a tension zone considering the amount of villains that exist over there and the totally insane amount of heroes it has.

In comparision the best Iceland could offer in terms of resistence is probabaly equivalent of someone like best jeanist.

The top hero there has some kind of forest quirk in which he could modify the tree's properties , he is also the second priority target since i could potentially take his quirk if he is able to make some kind of fire trees.

And if that is possible than the one weakness i have would be eliminated , the red sakura wood would be in my complete control and i could grant properties to it that would make anyone in the world unable to harness it.

But its all just a case of optimistic "what ifs?".

Majority chances are [Pyro Sovereignty] wouldn't even accept the quirk as a fire type.

That's why my first priority is Helga Eldursson , the in laws and the entire Eldursson bloodline.

Their quirks would provide me with enough fire power to decimate entire city blocks in a single attack if i wished so.

While its nowhere near the lethality the abominal Shigaraki had its still more than a lot of people could ever hope to command in this world.

Science is also something that is important to pay attention to especially in this world considering it was advanced enough to make small might be able to fight potato all for one.

And nomus are obviously peak genetical engineering.

If i could maybe mae a nomu with some kind of quirk singularity in which i would be able to take even non fire related quirks as long as a fire one is mixed ? Would i fail to do it ? Would taking such quirks cause some kind of backlash ?

So many questions so little information.

But nonetheless, the technological and biological window offered a lot of opportunities for growth and auxilary firepower.

Enough to not be an ignorable variable.

Auegh , I sounded like some kind of edgy teenager and an intellectual villain at the same time in this monolouge how the hell did i manage to do that ?

Cringing at myself i decided to sleep in my personal cabin but mother dearest barging in my cabin foiled this plan immediately.

"Um, Taka-kun~, I know this might sound silly, but would you mind, um, maybe giving your old mom a cuddle? Momma has been feeling a bit lonely lately", the childish embarrassment was audible im her voice and so was the fear of refusal , almost like me saying no would shatter her soul.

On top of that the eyes she made were just too powerful to resist.

Giving up all resistance i sighed a little and motioned for her to hug , just this act was enough to flip her demeanor 180°.

She literally jumped on top of me and started hugging me like a koala , luckily i was expecting that kind of reaction.

She was relentless and just slept hugging me with a very scared expression .Not that i am complaining the cuddle felt nice.

Looking at her peaceful face i sighed a little with teary eyes i hugged her tighter and adjusted in a more comfortable embrace.

Mother was always vulnerable around me , at least from what i can see from my memories.

Too afraid to do anything extreme , always fearing that I'd end up hating her.

And my past self kinda did , he was a little blinded by the surface and his immaturity didn't help.

But unlike him i can see the hidden fear the dependency on my presence bordering on absolute desperation.

It was kinda messed up but not in the wrong way , i knew she doesn't have any feelings for me but she is also 100% a Yandere.

She will probabaly murder any girl i try to get on with because i am her beginning and end.

If i "Love" someone else she would feel like she is losing me all over again.

Before i realised it sleep came over me , my eyelids shut with a content smile on my face.

{A/N : I can hear your not so model citizen thoughts }

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[[Pov:Takahashi]]

That was the best sleep i have ever had and the first time i slept in this life too. How did that happen i do not know nor do i care.

It probabaly had something to do with some kind of psychology lock i placed on myself or just the biological instincts kicking in.

Mother was also a ball of joy after she woke up, gushing about how her Taka kun is back to being a cute child or something like that.

It took three hours to settle all the stuff in our new house located in Reykjavik the capital city.

Tokyo and Reykjavik are loke two vastly different worlds yet both hold their own unique identity and charm.

Tokyo, with its neon-lit streets and towering skyscrapers, pulsing with energy at any time of the day, a metropolis that never sleeps.

But then there's Reykjavik, a city that whispers rather than shouts, where the beauty of nature is just at you doorstep.

Where Yokyo is filled with iconic structures of mordern architecture, Reykjavik is more mixed with the mordern and traditional themes of building.

Its kinda refreshing considering that in both my lives i kinda just spent my entire life in the cubic boxes that people call houses.

Now that i think about it i never went hiking and stuff that they do in movies.

Well never too late to try unless you are dead , the only thing i would miss is probabaly the availability of Manga stores and stuff.

Not that i have time for that considering i was lucky enough to be in the same city as my top priority prey resides in.

But the prey is only second priority to mother i won't give up spending time with her for the world.

Since we both were bored , i proposed to go sightseeing around the town.

The city centre had a beautiful pond its called "Tjörnin" and in a short distance from there was the shopping district "Laugavegur" .

The names were a bit tricky to pronounce for my poor little mind but i got it at least 10% right after a few tries and then gave up.

Like that hours passed with just us having fun mother and son having the time of our lives doing silly things trying new food.

In the end mom looked like she became younger just by the sheer contentment she was radiating it was kinda contagious and even the usually stoic me couldn't help but smile heartfully.

But when we reached home it felt like the mood suddenly shifted , i was a bit unsure of where this was heading but i became a bit apprehensive.

I waited for her to say something because the expression she showed was unlike the demeanor she usually showed to me.

And sure enough with a trembling voice and a hint of desperation she called for me "Sweetheart, come here. There's something I need to tell you."

"What is it, Mother? You seem... different.", I decided to play the part of the oblivious son i always was.

She turned to me , clased my hands tightly and continued "It's been a year since... since you were taken from me."

"Mom, I'm right here and i am not going anywhere." ,my eyes widened a bit as i realised the topic this talk was heading towards.

Her voice grew a bit urgent ,"Yes, yes, I know, but you were gone, and I couldn't bear it. Every moment without you felt like an eternity. I couldn't eat, couldn't sleep. My mind was consumed with thoughts of you, of where you could be, of what might be happening to you."

"Mom, you're scaring me.", i said fully knowing that it was the most obvious reaction that Takahashi would give even though i felt a bit bad about lying to her.

She with an almost desprate look grabbed my shoulders and said "I'm sorry, sweetheart, I don't mean to scare you. I just want you to understand how much you mean to me. When you were gone, I didn't know what to do with myself. I felt like I was drowning, suffocating in my own despair."

"Mom, I'm here now. I'm safe. Everything's going to be okay.", i said ina reassuring tone to make it more comforting for her.

Her eyes widened like a maniac and she replied with craziness in her tone "Yes, yes, you're here. You're safe. And I'll do anything, anything to keep you with me. I can't go through that again. I won't."

"Mom, I love you, but you need to calm down. We're together now, and that's what matters." , i gently pulled away wary of not to illicit further trauma in her psyche considering how my comforting attempt did.

It seemed to have done the trick as she started taking long breaths in an attempt to compose herself.

She nodded and said, "You're right, sweetheart. I'm sorry. I just... I love you so much, and I can't bear the thought of losing you again."

"Mom, I understand. It must have been really hard for you when I was gone.", i continued on with my apprehensive approach as this was an excellent time to make the barriers between the real her and the fake her a bit thinner if possible.

Mental health was not a joke , even though i am not some lind of psychologist i know enough to conclude that a multiple personality disorder stems from having different sense of selves as a normal unconscious reflex.

"Yes, it was the most difficult time of my life. I felt like I had lost everything." , my theory proves to be correct as more of her bottled emotions stemming from her obsessive emotions burst forth.

"But you found a way through it. You're so strong, Mom." , I approached her gently and put a hand on her shoulders with a small smile on my face looking into her deep black eyes as a take her hand into my own.

Still sniffling, she looked up at me "I don't know what I would have done without you. You're my everything."

"And you're mine, Mom. I'm here now, and I'm not going anywhere. We'll face everything together, okay?",

"I love you, Mom." , seeing her hesitating to say something i decided to hug her.

"I love you too, sweetheart. More than you'll ever know." , my hug seems to soothe her down as she tightens the hug.

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[[Pov: Takahashi]]

' Honestly this conversation was long overdue, because the one i had when we just met after my return felt disgusting to ever even talk about. '

' Both of us were lying to each other with the masks we wore , consoling like it was some form of formality. '

This time at least one of us was honest and i hope that one day i have the courage to tell you my story, to face the knot of fear that forms in my mind when i think about what expression you would make when you learn the truth.

' Would you curse me ? For giving you false hope , would you still look at me with the same adoration and love that you do now ?'

"How pathetic i still am , pretending to be someone else just to not feel alone in this world" i clenched my faced whispering to my self in self disgust.

"Have i not changed at all ? Am i still the same excuse of a human i was back then?" I exclaimed to myself with self loathing dripping from each word.

Even though , said all that i still didn't have the courage to walk up to her and say the truth to her face to break this facade of false hope , to be true to myself and others for once in my life.

"Hehehehee , it really is no good huh" i laughed at myself knowing fullwell no matter how much i strived to build myself into something else i would forever remain this broken thing.

I continued laughing, my laughs echoing in the soundproof bathroom.

Thinking about what my life has al2ays been about .

A broken machine trying and failing to build itself but only bringing despair and droughts in the lives of others.

'You're Iike an inevitable curse that is meant to destroy things' , thats what my uncle said to me when i was 7 years old.

Turns out he really was true even after reaching a second life there is nothing but the same seven year old boy , waiting to be saved by someone.

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J̴̗͑̑ȕ̷̼̳́s̵̡͕̖͕̺̺̍̄͋̑t̵̟̤͔͌̃ ̶̻̐̀̽̅̔w̷̝̜̺̞̭̚ą̸̞̹̌̀į̷̜͎̖̦̺͛͑̄͠t̵͍͕̹̳̹̦̍́͊͋͠͝i̸̛̗͚̒̿̌̓̚ṋ̷̦̲͌͛̓͛͛ͅg̸͉̏͠ ̷̡̳͙͇̊̅̕a̵̢̙̯̬̙̅̍̅͛̓ͅņ̴̥͖̒̄ͅd̵̙͕͉̔͛̒͘͘ ̸̱͖͉̠̐̏͝w̷͇̓̈͝a̴̝̟̳̖̓̔̋̕̚͝í̸̫̓̿ṱ̸̳͙̝̞͒́̋͆͝i̸̩͖̩͋̄͘n̷͕̝͕̪̼͉̑̊̔̂̒g̸̯͇͑͌ ̷̻̩̘͙̐́͐͐͝͠a̵͇͍̜̖̳̖͊͗͋͆̉̋n̶͙̝̏͜d̴͇͐ ̴̢̖̞̬͎̍̎̽͒̂w̸̺̆̅̓͘à̶̛̯̜̞̉̕i̵͓̮̖̯͉̜͐̅͠t̵̹͈͒̊͑̔ỉ̵͙̗̦͂͒͒͂͐ǹ̵̯͙g̸̝̣͕͐̌.

Till its already dead .

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͚̫̫̳̼̳̥͆̓̄́̔͜Ą̷̡̨̛̛̫̯̖͚̲̺͕̤͕̝̬̣̙̪̝̙͑̆̀́̋͆̒̅̓̒͋͒̅͆̃̐̈́̔́͛́̌̆͘͠͝͠H̸̛̛̫̼͉͚̰̼̭͚͈̝̰̊̂̐͌̔͒̄̇̾̈̍̆̅͌̐̈́͋͆͗̋͑͐̑̅̂̆̀̉́̐̈́̽͋͒̂̎̃̚̕͝͠ͅA̷̻͍̗̬̝̫̘͙͖̘̣͚̣͍̞̘͚͔̻̗̦̺͕̼̹̱̻͔̞̽̃̊̾̐͛̉́̄̿̇̅͒̈́̓̾̊̎͘̚̚͜͝ͅͅH̸͈̒̐̐͗̃̑͑̕Ạ̴̢̧̧̛̳͔̻̗͚̪̺̪̲̞̟̫̰̫̪̼̭̠̬͖̪͔̥̝͚̰͚͍͔̦̣̞́́̏̀́̾́̈́̀͑̓̄̄͐̄͒̎̑͂̓̚̚̕͜͜͜͠͝͝Ḩ̴̛̯̗̰̰͂̐͒̾͗̉͊̓̐̑̓͗̏̊̅̌͂̽͘̕̕̚̕H̴̨̡̛̤̞̘̦͕͉̰̹͓̱̻̭̠̮̲͇̱̝̙̞̖̖̗̩͉̥͕͎͍̙̥͔͓̟̰͕̩̑̿̐̂̂͊́̎̀̒̓̾̐̆̊̑̉̒͒̈́͛̂̊͋̃͑̑͛̎͌̈́̂̈́̊̄̋̐̊̌̋͝͝ͅA̵̧̧̢̡̢̨̧͈͇̜̲͔̱̳̖̝̲̼̱̤͎̤͉̲̯͓̲͙̫͙͐̊̾̈́͑́͋̓̓̉̚͠ͅH̵̗̜͙̝̝̲̹̲͕̺̦͖̼̥̪͔̼͕̣͍̝̾̉̌̈́̊̂̎͝A̷̛̛̺̲͍͗̉̂̉͐̌̉̒͛̇̄̓̈́̈́̔̊̈́̋̆̉͛̾̓̓͆͑̇̀̾̕̕͘͘Ḣ̷̡̧̢̛̗̫̼̗̤̥̯̺̲̫͖̩͔̩̻̼̫͇̰̤̮̹̱͔̼̗̩͙̝͎͉͎͕̃̀͌̃̀̍̅̊͗́̔̀̽̈́͛̃̋̈́̈́͘͠͠͠Ḩ̷̧͖̳̥̞͎̩̱̱̫͓͈̬̣̪̮̝̹̭̱̳̥̺̰̯̲̲͇̜̙͍̹͎̃̿̽́́͑̐̎͊͐̒͒̈̄̅͗̒̏͑̆̀̾̔̑͘͜͝Ầ̴̡̘͉̪͖̅̈͒̉́̑̃͐̄̅͂̈̇̊͂̀̃̌͑̑̅͘͝͠͝͝͠Ḩ̵̡̬͉͓̤̙̱͈̘̯̝͔͐̎̈́̿̈́̈́̈́̔́͂̑̈́̂̀̆͂̈́͑͒̊̀̋̉̾͌̿͘͝͝A̵̧̧̨̨̳̩͓̰̭̺̣̙͍̳̪̥̬͈̻̮̣̯̟͕̫͓̦̣̩͈̖̬̤̻̖̠̻̥͛̐̊́͜͜ͅH̴̨̙̺̫̻̖͍̮̣̹̯͈͓͔͙̯̞̦̟̋̊̄͗̌͑̿̍́͋̐̍̋̅̊͊͋̂̈͌̑̽̅͒̈́̑̽̓̎̈̋̇͛̎̉͛͛͋̈́̒̈͜͝͠Ä̷̢̢̢̢̡̨̛͎̠̼̟̗͖̗͓͕͙͎̤͔̥̼̭̠̞͙̣̙͓͖̱͎̹̣̜̩͉͍̯̬̼̖͔́̍̆̃͋́̓̋͋͗̒̒́͗̔̊̉̋̊͋͒̽̀͐̆̄̔̅͘̚͜͝H̵̨̢̧̨̛̛͙̦̭̖̜̘̼̣̱͈̥͈͉̰̲̱̭͈͍̰̥̯͓͎̰̰͍͚̫͖̬̻̺̾̎̿̑̑͆̐̓̋͆͌̽̉̾̅̀̔̃̎̂̈̇͗̀̚͘͜H̸͔̬̩̯͔͈͉́͑̿̒́̔͛̉̎̌̈́̏̈́̈̊̇̎̃̀͗̔̇̕͘̕̚͜͝͝Ä̴̧̤͉̫͔̝̠̠̯̼͚̭̤̤̺̜̣̺͕̮͍͔͍͕͇̟̙̞̪̻̪̖̦́̊̂̆̓͊̚̕͝Ḧ̸̛̛͉̭͔͖͇̞̥̪̮̝̝͈͈̮̣̣̻̠̞̺̝̬̯́̈̄͋̂̉̉͒̒̈͑̈́͆̽͛̄̎̆̊͘̚͘͝ͅA̷̡̡̢̧̛̛̛̪͉̭̦̭͔̪͔̗̯̰̟͙̯̲̯̘̠̣͕̭̜̤̰̦͓̱̗͎̖̩̫͓͔͖͂̀́̏̈́͗̃͒̒̃̉̏̊̒̌̾͌͊̃͜͝ͅH̵̨̛̺̙̬̪̟̺̙̲̖̭͙̯̟̣̣̳͓̱̯̪̻͎̤̱͚̰̜͕̞̺̼͈̬͓͕̯̱͎̽̑̈́̊̉̈̄̚͘͜͝͝͝ͅͅͅA̸̢̡̢̧̨̛̛̹͕̮̝͈̬̮̦̯̗̰̹̗̩̳̬͙̩̣͖̜̰͔̞̙̪͚͇̲̺̫̣͛̆̀͜͜͠Ĥ̸̢̨̧͕͚̬̞̱̟̹̫͈͇̲̗̮͓̞̙̺̻̯̪͍͖̼͇̹̪̺̱̃͂͑̏̽͗͌̕ͅĄ̷̨͕̳̖͖͉̥̫̩͔̰͒͌̈A̸̧̱͙̥̟̖̗͓̟̪̲͊̉̋̽̏͋̅̇̏̊͊̓̆͐͑̿̎̏̆̇̓̈̚͝͝H̶̨̡̧̛̜̝̖̠͇̼̠͚͖͉̲̺͚̙̬̜̰̲͉̳̝̲̞͍̘̰̙̻͎̎̃͐̍̿͗̇́́̓͆͛͜͝ͅA̷̧̢̡͈̮͍͕̩̘̘̤̣̜̟̹̱̩̜͐̓̓̄͊̋͑̋̆̽́̇͝H̶̢͎́̌̄̑͒̾͂͑̊̏̂̔̃̋͆͗́̏̔̔͠͝Ḩ̸͚̱̥̜̻̬͖̼͔̯̠͔̤̝̰̼͙̱̺̗̯͙̖̘͇̹͕͕͚̯̉̈́̓̂̎ͅḀ̵̧̛̛̖̖͔̟̩͍͔̝̺̬̘̉́͋͐͐̎͐͐̋̓̈́̔̉̔̀̃̊͆͗͌͆͛̓̉̓͌͌̐͆̌͋͠͝͠H̵̬́͆̂̐̌̅̊̄̃̒̃̀̓͋́̀̐͛̊̏͂͐̃̉̇̓͊̊̕̚͝͠A̷̛͙̣̻̾͊̃̽̒̊͂̈́̾̀̅͊̓͐̃̓́̈́̀͂̐͑̿̓̀̌̆́͒̈́̀̉́̊̓̄́͘͘͘͘͜͝ͅH̷̨̨̨̧͓̩̥͉͔̻̫̦͈̰͖̳͇̳͕̹̣̖̣͓̼̦̗̻̠͚͇͈͇̺̻̖̼̳̅͊̇̍̀͌͗̐̿̏̍̈̐̔̌̈́̑̓͌̐̀̆̕̚͘H̶̢̨̙̞̘͇͎̮͓̲̟͙̹̜̟̰̭̦̦̄̄̋̆̍̏͂̐͒́̈́͗́͑̌̎͂̓̋̔̇̒͌̈̚͘͝͝ͅͅͅÀ̷̤̟̥͔̱̟͍͙̫̣̠͈̹̘̤͈͚̼̝̪̩̮̖͉̯̩̟̗̮͋̔̏̈͐̏͆͌̓̋͒̓̈́̓͑̏̇͒͜͝͝͝͠ͅH̷̨̨̥̘̲̬̪͈̬̳͙̺̼̫̤͉̠̼͓̪̳͉͚̪͕̣̱̮̹͌͐͊͆̾̒͐̒̈́̇̉͘ͅA̴̘̲̺͚͒͆̅̌̃̊̓͐̓͌͆͠Ḩ̸̢̹̱̬͕̭̩͓̪̜̹̫̩̫̥̩̹͈͊̓̂̏̀̇̐̍̓͛̋̎͆̐̓̓͗̀̒̏͑̈́́̈̊̕͘A̸̧̡̧̡̛̺̗̼̪͔̩͔̹͇͚͉͎̔͆͗́̈́͋̐̈͆̑̉̉̆̀̀͆͊̑͂̈́̽̈͒͗̅̒̄̐͌́̾̄͘͘̕͘͜ͅͅH̷̢͙͈̦̣͇̱͕̮̣̦̘̟̬̰̗̭͉̲͈̞͇̑͒̑͐̓̇͑A̸̡̧̨̛͇͙̻̪̯̰͉̲̯̲̱̘̫̪̯̩͉̬̜͉̠̭͉̻͇̹̾̓̐̀̅́̈́̃́͒͂̀̎͌̄̍͑͂̽̍͊̍̆͘̕͠͝͝ͅH̵̨̡̛̠̬̯̆̉̈́̃̽́̔͆̍̄̾̓̚̚H̷͎̣͕͐̈́́͌̍̋̈́͌̀̀͋̅̔̑̐̋̍̌̂̈́̃̃̏̊͋͘͘̕͠͝Ḁ̸͚̼̣͈̑̄̑̀͑̒̐͋͛̓̊͂͗͌̐͂̅́̂͂̊͆̉̿͜͝A̵̧̢̛̛̠̺̦̞̩͖̼̼̞̱̲̬͇̤͛̊̈͂̈͌͐̉̋̕͝͝A̸͉͎͎̝͇̗̙̟̙͍̟͎̩͕̐̒̑̔́́̉̉̾̿̄̓͐̂̓̐̾̅́́̈̋͗̈́̀͛̔̕̕̚͝͝͠͝͠͠H̵̛̛̛̼͙̊̃̉̓̀̐̈́́́͗̿̒̅̊̀̃͌̎͊͊͑͆̃̏͐̽̈́̌̒͝͝͝Ą̵̝͔̱̟͖̜̹̗̻̣͈̜̳̗̱̖͕̞̣͎͎̳̦͊̓́̉̋̐͜͜͜͠ͅḦ̸̠̦͖͍͍̘͍͈̞͖͓̣́̃̍͊̅̋̓̿̂̅̆̉̏͆̾̀͋̇̂͗͒́͘̕̚H̶̨̛̛̝̫̻̙̬̠͎̻̱̺̗̗̰͔̜̻̘̳̬̠͇͔̳̮̏̉̾̓̎̿̒͜ͅA̶̢̨̡̧̧̡̛̤̪̗̜̺͉͚̻̥͎̱̘̲̫̩͔̥͎̲͓̤͇̍̏̂̍͊̆̔̎̋͂̐̌̒̀̚̚͜͜͠͠ͅḨ̶̢̢̨̛̛͕͎̯͕̗̣̥̹͖͎̝͔̻̠͇̰̜͚̯͓̟̹̹͙̞̺̣͕͒͛̅͋̔́̀̀̈́̓͆̌̈̆͒̀́̈́̏̿́͋̀̽͑͛̏̑̌̀͐̎̚͜͝͝ͅĄ̴̱̝̮̻̫̩̜̬̙̘̎͒̋͋̊̒̓̿̓̂̓̾̽̏̊̇͘̚͠ͅH̶̡̢̡̢̡̧̛̟͔̝͔͕͓͔̰̩̦̜̞̘̳̞̤̹̻̺͙͈͍̲̺̤̬̝̝͚̆͆͑͐͊͂̊̅́́̅̇͂͑̇͊̆͛̋̍́̄͒̂̒̀̃̃͘͘͝͝Ą̵̪̤̘̣̙̳̭̘̹̃͂́͊̅͐̔̓͝H̷̨̧̛̘̘̬̟̟̲͉̠͎̮̝͚̻̮̫̯̬̱͚͙͙̱͈̫͐͊̋́̔̎̊̃̑͂̈́̓̍̓̈́̈́̿̈́̂̈́̈́̉̓̚͜͝͝͝Ą̵̛̛͚͚̟͙̻͉͈̣̙̻̑̔͆͘͝ͅH̸̛̘̗̼̬̼͆̑͗̄́͛̉̂̆́̋̑̎̋̏̈́̐̆̉̐̀̔͌̾̉̀̈́͘͠͝͝À̷̡̛̛͍̤̺̭͙̤͈͕̟̜͕̗͈̮̜͉͉͍̗͕͕̖̭̘̘͕͈͌̾͌̿̈́͛̎͌͆́́̒͑̈́͑́̉̓͒͗̾̐̃̀̍͛̆̔̈́̀͘͜͝ͅH̸̨̧̨͉̙͚͙̲͎̞̲̖̙̟̫̤̰̯̓͒̂̑̂̿̀̈́̂̉̍͒͛̔͊̾̋̐́̾̍̐̅̄̀́̊͌̔̃̓̋̌̈͛̕̕͜͜͝͠ͅA̵̘̫͖͙̣̝̺͈͊̓̈́̋͗͝H̸̛͍̻̱̙͎͖̻̞̟̘͈̓̈́͛̽̀̅̂̃̓̓̃̆͐͛͂͌͋͋̅̎́̐̒̓̈́̕̕̚̕̕͝͝Ą̴̡̨̨̙̥̙̙̪̱̰̫̲̫͎̰̱͖̰̜̮̾̒̀̀̓̆̆͆̈̚͘͝͠͝͝ͅḨ̶̡̧̡̨̛̛̣͇̞͔̯̹̲͇͈͙̗̖̝̰̘͉̲͕̮͇̭̩̜̻͍̻̪̖̬̫͔̹̆̉͋̈́͗̎͗̄́̀̍̍͊̍̇̋͌͋͌̌͗̄̀͘͜͝͝ͅͅH̶̼͍͇͈̳̀͠ͅA̶̡̡̨̰̫͔͍̬̱̹̣͈͇̣͈͐̉̽̈̏͛͂̍̈́̕ͅͅ

̡̢̲͍͙̣͈̺̘̜͚̭͚̥͉ͅ "

My thoughts melded into nothing but laughter of insanity as no words expressed my thoughts just a simple laughter with no meaning behind it

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This chapter takes a look at the still clearly worsening situation of our favourite little psychopath as he has gone even more off the rails.

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