The Happiest Plasma Fairy: Prologue (rewritten)
...I.
I killed.
Seriously, I killed my best friend.
I was burned with rage.
I enjoyed the pulse of the veins in his neck, fast and slowing down.
Enjoyed his blood spurting like a fountain from his mouth and nose, with a horrible laugh, using his dying breath.
It's been a few weeks since Torrt died because of me.
I still DON'T want to open my room's door and DON'T communicate with others. So I locked my room's door and have never opened it since the incident.
Because.
They already know I am the culprit.
And.
I'm so afraid of being killed for carrying the big sin.
The annoying brightness forced my eyes open. An unusual light permeated the room, source unknown. Was it the sun? A star, perhaps? Judging by the cool wind that brushed against my skin, it must be autumn, likely sometime in September or October. Or perhaps that liminal period between them. The horn of a skyship blared outside my window, an unwelcome intrusion. I slammed the window shut, the sound echoing my displeasure, and secured the latch.
Alright, my room is now completely closed. But something is missing―I know that's just a hallucination, but I can hear them. They're asking for me. They're coming for me. Noisy auditory hallucinations fill my brain. I don't know where my ear holes are. I can't stop the hallucination. But I feel it remains engraved in my hearing thing and feels like it's going to break my eardrums-like thing. Is that a fuckin' loud blah blah blah? Yes, it's fuckin' blah blah blah as shit. But I can hear each word.
When I imagine my weak self being attacked by my friends who have crossed the closed door, I feel like I am overcome with some indescribable emotion. Like... the time when I killed Torrt.
Oh, just then, my hunger roared. It means? Yes, it's time to eat myself! But even though I say I am, I eat mostly blood that comes from my stomach, and I only bite a little bit of my skin.
I put my bucket, stained with rotten blood, in front. And...punches. Punching my stomach with my fist several times, which had killed my friend. Well, it was so hurt at first, but...it's just to accumulate even a little regret and hatred. It's a little different when I say it's for live.
I vomited a puddle of blood, which came from my stomach, into the bucket. It seems like the weight of sin is fading, and it feels strange. Ah...grace. I tried to drink my red thing...but. It. Not enough. It was about a milliliter. I tried to puke more, but I couldn't. My blood running through my veins is so few. Just the feeling of hunger remained.
My little wings couldn't fly there anymore, so I collapsed onto the floor. I tried to find something to fill my empty stomach. The completely unused notebook on the desk caught my eye.
―A last will. The words immediately popped into my head. I grinned. Finally, I found a way to say my sin peacefully!
Open the notebook. My fresh blood is adhering to the notebook. ... ...I. I killed. Seriously, I killed my―How fun to write the will. My handwriting with my blood is so messy, like my mental situation. Carve letters with my decaying blood. I write the words so supple and messy, until a word reaches the edge of the page.
I turned to the next page, and then it was beautiful writing written in a pencil. Another handwriting was like written by...Torrt? or someone? Ugh, I don't care, I just try to read.
"Don't forget how to be happier than this depressing mental! Hint: inside the bottle in front of you," I focused on staring at non-blood writing. I looked at the thing which has in front of me. Such a normal bottle of glass, filled with many tiny iridescent things. I forgot, it was a thing I got given by a gone friend.
Take it in my pink hand. The lid has a gray dust layer. I blew on it and made it dance in the air. It's like little fairies are flying free into the sky. On the lid was written: 'Please be happy.' It was Torrt's handwriting. Spin it so roughly and throw it on the floor, making a loud clang-clang sound.
I could smell a sweet thing. It was too sweet and disgusting. Is this children-ish snack lookin' thing gonna seriously make me happy? I tried to check the hint, moving my gaze to the pencil words. I just saw that new, strange writings were added.
'You finally noticed, Plixie! Inside, you'll find many small, colorful solids. The first person to take it will be happy forever. However, you'll never get that happiness again unless you take one pill every day. However, if you take it for the number of days you want to be happy, the effects will last. Now, enjoy traveling with the world of 'happiness'!'
...' traveling with the world of happiness.'
Would I die when I eat this, or just be a...drug addiction? I didn't understand...but anyway, I must be happy not to be found on the fellow when I die. I have to be happy. I have to die peacefully as shit.
I took a solid. So neon-colored thing. Is it writhing slightly? I put it inside my mouth and crunch it.
Just then, an incredible feeling surged around my brain, my hand, my mind, my whole body. Something… it feels so thrilling and horrible. Why? That's just a thing. It's extremely toxic. Toxic as positively.
I felt the weight I had been carrying on my brain gradually disappear. Wowzah…I feel so light and happier than before. The weight goes lighter like air!? I'm so light!
I also feel the blood filling every vein and my heart. My heart rate increases, and my pulse becomes so loud I can feel it directly.
A numb, tickling sensation went through my limbs. The dim room inside my vision spun so roughly, getting more vivid as a rainbow. I don't know how to describe it, but it's like a dreamlike sight when I'm sick. I started giggling like a young kindergarten student at the sight I could see and my feelings.
The blood that had spilled onto the floor turned into a bright purple, plasma-like, muddy thing and began to dance and jump freely across the ground. Just like them, I spun wildly right here, flapping my wings. But as I was spinning, I felt like I blacked out for a second, my breath stopped, and everything went black. But it was only for a second, I woke up again, and I started spinning again. I didn't feel anything like nausea, just happiness.
I liked the pill! I took a bottle of drugs again, and almost all of the medicine was carried through the hole in the bottle into my mouth, throat, and stomach.
I was having so much fun that I felt the urge to get rowdy. My limbs crave my stupid brain to violence. The fucking madness runs through all my skin! I forcefully peeled away huge, splintered sections of floorboards and banged on a violet door with many locks, the thing I saw clearly. The banging sound is so rhythmic.
So it doesn't work to try to break down the door with it? It's just a way of putting your feelings into action. BECAUSE I JUST CAN'T CURB THE HAPPINESS. I HAVE TO TELL EVERYONE MY HAPPINESS.
The floorboard broke and produced wooden needles. They stubbed my hand, but it didn't hurt so much. I have my fist to break the door! I tried to attack the door again, but I just realized I can use the ability of plasma.
I created a ball of plasma in the air, hitting the evil door. And it was such an interesting one, it melted the door and made a hole! I think the drugs made my ability stronger.
I peeked out from a gap. Wow, many fellows are happy to see me happy in the jail-heaven! Now, I'm gonna be free, so for a silly bug, I forgot the name, I'll show her the happiest magic!
I turned my arm into a thorn-like thing with my magical plasma and showed her. She seems so excited for it! So I forced her to eat this. Wow, she is tasting it with a smile. So it means it's such a delicious thing? Alright, I have to spread this yummy taste for everyone to enjoy my plasma!
A few moments later, a voice resounded like "What are you doing?" I immediately reacted, showing my arm, like recommended to eat that for another silly bug, looking like a fucking skull.
The silly bug held the ladybug-like creature in his arm, looking at her face. I wondered if he was asking her how she tasted. So, I recommended again, "You mean you want to eat my plasma like hers?" I said with a friendly smile.
Then, a skull bug stood up, and...punching me!? I didn't understand this moment. But I won't give up, I'll fight with him until he eats my most delicious plasma!
And...I can't remember what I did after this.
The HAPPIEST plasma fairy!
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