I Can’t Think of Anything Clever
The Second International High Quality Themed Dithy Stream Fan Fiction Tournament has begun and requires my entry. The theme this time was Punishment/Torture of someone from the Dithyverse who deserves it. Here is mine. I am so sorry.
What is justice? What is fair? What is the right thing to do? Is it possible or even appropriate to properly pass judgement on another human being? We are all flawed in some way and hence no one is truly free enough of their own sins and shortcomings. No one should be able to determine what is and what isn’t right for another person to do. On the other hand there are some shitty people out there who probably deserve some suffering. Eh I donno.
To cut to the point of this poorly thought out piece of writing that will no doubt be used against me on trial one day, there is a place that shitty people go sometimes and receive their just desserts. This is the story of one such shitty person.
Ryouji was your everyday ordinary boy. He went to school, he relaxed on the weekends and he liked girls, although maybe he liked them too much. He never quit his advances, even when they showed little to no interest (which happened almost exclusively whenever he interacted with the opposite sex).
Ryouji recently had returned from an adventure to an alternate dimension in which “cosplay” was the norm (it’d be more accurate to say that shameless skimpy outfits were the norm but that is neither here nor there). Ryouji being the unjustifiably self-assured type was feeling incredibly happy with the recent events and was on the prowl for some disinterested tail.
Suddenly an ear shattering female shriek pierced the air. Ryouji was accustomed to such sounds and continued his self-satisfied morning walk without skipping a beat. The female shriek was followed by a male yell and now Ryouji was concerned. He quickly whipped his head around and searched for the disturbance. He saw everyone looking towards a large screen with noticeable excitement. Curious he looked closer at the screen and saw it was playing an advertisement for a movie. “Coming soon Fighting Nemo 2: Fighting Dory.” Must be some lame kid’s movie, thought Ryouji. Despite his terrible opinion, the general populace was incredibly excited for the highly anticipated release of the sequel to the award winning masterpiece Fighting Nemo. Before Ryouji could voice his opinion or do anything to ruin this heart-warming moment he was struck by lightning. The last thing to cross his mind was Dammit not again.
When Ryouji awoke he was alone in a dark room. He cried out “Hello, anyone there?” Only silence answered him. “Goddamit, at least last time I saw some bush.” He got up and tried to move but realized quickly that he couldn’t. “What the heck?” He flailed futilely for a few minutes then slumped to the ground.
Ryouji sat there in the darkness for a while doing nothing special, cause he wasn’t, until several candles lit themselves in the darkness creating a path. He tried once again to move and this time could move without restriction. He followed the trail of torches into a brightly illuminated room with rows of benches and tables. It looked oddly like a courtroom Ryouji had seen on TV once. Sitting where a judge would were two hooded and robed figures. One wore all teal and the other all purple. “Approach Cosplay-scum”, one said in a booming and feminine voice. “Are you talking to me?” Ryouji asked slightly insulted by the name but more distracted by the fact there might be a woman near him and he felt an innate desire to inappropriately interact with her. “Silence Cosplay-scum”, the other replied “You are here to atone for your sins, just like countless have before you from across the universes.” “What sins could I have possibly committed?” Ryouji was many things but perceptive he was not. “We Sunrise Aqua and Lady Treble find you guilty of crimes against common decency and guilty of being just a shitty person overall and sentence you to appropriate punishment.” Just then the teal robed one (Sunrise Aqua) banged her gavel and Cosplay-scum was whisked away.
When Cosplay-scum came too he felt cold. He looked down and nearly threw up in his mouth. He was dressed in a traditional high school boy uniform only significantly skimpier leaving little to the imagination, and I do mean little ;). Around him were dozens of cameras wielded by amorphous shadowy figures. They instantly started snapping highly erotic shots. It was amazing, fantastic, wonderful. Cosplay-scum tried to shield himself with his arms to protect his modesty but found himself unable to control his arms. Rather than cover himself up, his arms began striking poses to accentuate parts of his body. He tried to look away from the cameras, gazing to the sky for help and saw dozens of screens with images of him in the outfit. The photographs were being broadcast live to the screens. Shame, embarrassment and disgust filled Cosplay-scums mind and he cried out in terror. He was whisked away again.
This time he was wearing his regular outfit but was sitting on a bus. Looking at the advertisements it seemed to be a Russian bus. The other seats were all empty and shortly after Cosplay-scum realized where he was the bus stopped. The doors opened and he stepped off the bus. As he did another boy roughly his age, but without eyes, stepped on crying out “Oh Bus-san I missed you”. The bus honked in reply in a way that could only be described as unfairly adorable. The bus quickly drove away with the strange boy kissing the steering wheel and Cosplay-scum was left alone again.
He looked around and was somehow in a long hallway with doors or varying condition on either side. There was a sign on each door. The door closest to his left read Love at First Sight and the one after that Everlasting Summer. The words didn’t mean anything to Cosplay-scum and so he walked slowly down the hallway. He kept doing this reading the doors one after the other. The doors varied wildly in how well constructed they were. Some were decently built while others were incredibly shoddily built and poorly attached to the frame. Some were actually well made but left to decay it seemed. One such door read Higurashi When They Cry.
Cosplay-scum continued down the hallway but stopped at one door that caught his eye. This one read Cum On Bukkake Ranch. Cosplay-scum grinned in spite of himself, looked both ways and wrenched the door open. He was blasted backwards by a wave of some unidentified viscous liquid. He floundered in the flood for some time and was whisked away once again.
When he came to he was in a dark room similar to the first he woke up in but this time was restrained in a chair. His outfit had changed once again. This time he was wearing what could be best described as a piece of rope contoured around his body to attempt to cover his privates, doing very little to actually accomplish that. The robed figures once again appeared. The purple clad Lady Treble said “Welcome back. How have you enjoyed your time here?” Without waiting for an answer she waved a hand and the rope attempting to cover Cosplay-scum began to tighten and constrict around his appendages. All of them. He screamed in pain as his tender areas were squeezed like a tasty orange on a fine summer eve. “This is the fate of all Protagonists. Every one of you needs to feel the pain you yourselves inflict on others. The shame you subject others to. You must live in a poorly constructed world like the ones you come from but unlike those, one not built for you. You need to know what true pain is.” She waved her hand again and left as the rope loosened. “Hungry?” Sunrise Aqua asked producing a bowl of strawberries from somewhere. She placed them on the chair and followed Lady Treble out of the room. Cosplay-scum suddenly felt how hungry he was a tried to bite into one of the strawberries but the strawberry bit back. He screamed in terror and saw that all of them had jaws filled with razor sharp teeth. He threw the bowl to the ground where they grew in size and charged at him. Cosplay-scum unable to convey any more terror passed out and was whisked away again.
This was how Cosplay-scum spent his days and months and years, or however long he spent in this new realm, time worked differently if it did at all. Occasionally he would see other unfortunate souls, other protagonists, sentenced to similar punishments as he. On several occasions he did try to take his own life but every time he did he just found himself in a different room with a new punishment. The only respite he found was when he was left in a room with a punishment he had previously encountered several times before, after a couple hundred times you can get sued to anything.
Cosplay-scum lost more and more of himself as he lived his life in this new world. Eventually he just stopped acknowledging anything at all. The torture didn’t work. The emptiness didn’t faze him. He was just unable to express anything anymore. It was then that he was deemed as having completed his sentence and was returned to his world right where and when he was taken.
He made it home.
He crawled into his bed.
He stopped.
