“Hit me. Hit me as hard as you possibly can.”
“Oh, okay, alright.”
He does it without any more questions. Why does he want him to hit him? Why is he letting him do that? But it’s too late to answer those.
Meme swings and he swings hard. His fist meets Overlord’s abdomen, a loud clang echoes after. He pulls away, proceeds to gently hold his fist. A smile that hides regret and pain appears on his face.
“Think I hit a little too hard.”















