I wanted to create fire.
At first I thought about using the method my grandpa used—drink petrol and then fart. If it’s gas, it’s fire, if it’s liquid, congratulations, you got your petrol back.
But fortunately, I didn’t have petrol right now so I looked around.
I couldn’t see anything to use so I went all ancient and rubbed two stones against each other like lesbians do scissors.
The stone only produced sparks, sounds, and music ideas for Charlie Puth, no real fire.
I didn’t had much time so after the ancient way, I went all looney toons and rubbed a stone on the bald head of the guard squirming in pain beside me.
And guess what? That produced fire.
The fire torch was lit again and since I was holding it, I was also exposed because of the light like a fat boyfriend of a wife getting exposed because of the small space in the closet.
Johnson and the other guards finally saw me and the first thought of Johnson after seeing me was:
"You are just my fucking typeee!!"
It was Jack who relayed this to me and when I looked at Johnson, that bastard was blushing!
I could have understood his intentions if I was still the Hero King, but right now, I wasn’t exactly that handsome. Not even a fifty year old virgin librarian would look at me.
Skinny hands, flat chest, ribs visible as I breathe and an inward curved stomach. I looked like a testicle of a dwarf right now while he is not hard at that, and yet I was making a grown up man blush.
And when I confronted Johnson about this, he said:
"Thin bananas are the sweetest."
Johnson shrugged as if he just said something profound and wanted no credit for it.
"Alright," I made up my mind. "I won’t stay here for even one more second. You are looking at me like how I look at an alone donut when I am horny."
I stood up, the fire torch clutched in my hand like I was going to do it for the 1st time after two days.
I don’t know what I should do with the fire torch but this was Johnson’s weakness so I should be able to get out of this dead end. I just have to run forward until I reach his cabin and get out of this level 10.
Johnson won’t come close to me as long as I have this fire torch. It’s like how I don’t attack kids if they have a safety whistle around their neck.
I took a deep breath and stepped forward.
Johnson took a step back.
Yes. It’s working. He is afraid of fire.
I took one more step and Johnson stepped further back. He wasn’t even that close to me and yet, he was going back. This only showed how much he is scared of hotness. Well, there was one more proof that he doesn’t like hotness. I mean, if he liked it he wouldn’t have become all anime girly while looking at me who was as far away from hotness as a writer far away from sleep and a healthy spine.
I stepped further and Johnson kept moving backwards.
I was gaining confidence and I would make sure I ride on this wave like a girl rides on her brother’s... bike.
I would keep this one till I reach the end of the prison.
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I could push Johnson away with just a fire torch.
[ You are an idiot. ]
’What did you say? If you can’t say something motivational then stay shut.’
[ Use your brain, Racis. Onl— Nevermind. It seems I don’t need to tell you anything. Johnson is going to speak for himself. Listen to him. ]
The system stopped talking and as he said, Johnson was really going to say something and he had a smirk on his face too like he just solved a rubik’s cube that has only one color.
"Unknown prisoner, you look like you are full of confidence. Is that right?" He asked.
My chest remained pumped like it was from the moment Johnson began moving backwards. "Yes. I am confident. I managed to make a non-human guard step back after all."
Johnson chuckled. "That is true, yes. And do you know why I step back?"
"Yes. You are shit scared of fire. Just like how I am scared of girls who are aware what a bad touch is. That’s why you are stepping back."
"Right again. You are so smart, sugar boy. But so stupid at the same time."
"Why are you calling me stupid?"
[ So you are worried about stupid but not sugar boy? ]
’A compliment is a compliment. I am a sucker for that.’
[ I am afraid if he compliments you more you would become a sucker for him too. And sucker is not a figure of speech here. ]
’Don’t worry about it. If he compliments me more then it means either he is lying or wants something from me. I know how many compliments I deserve, if anyone passes that limit, I become vigilant.’
[ ... You just admitted that you don’t deserve compliments. That’s some optimistic self negativitism ]
’Negativitism? Don’t just make words up. Always look for the red line under the words while saying it.’
[ You talking to me, right? ]
’The one who needed to hear it, heard it. Let me focus here now.’
I darted my attention back to Johnson and he still had that annoying smirk on his face.
"Answer me. Why am I stupid?" I yelled. As if I am Karen who finally met the manager.
Jack laughed and yelled:
Of course I know that. But the guards were also not attacking me, they were just looking out for any chance of attacking me. They were looking for an opening. And I wasn’t giving them that. I know if I give them an opening, they will capture me and then Johnson would look for an opening again but not to attack me, he would look for an opening in me.
I don’t want any of that, so for now I would just keep moving forward. The corridor is too narrow to surround me from the sides.
They won’t be able to capture me.
I will get away from here.
[ You are an idiot. ]
’Why? What is it this time?’
[ Use your eyes and loo— forget it. You won’t understand it . You would get it when you see it. You can ask Jack though. ]
’Don’t waste my time, man.’
[ Your wish. Ask Jack or not. ]
The system is rude but I am a cautious man, so I glanced at Jack.
"Tell me what he is thinking, Jack. You should have already told me his thoughts by now. Why did you suddenly go silent?" I asked and not through my mind this time. My mind only needed to focus on any attacks if they happened.
"That’s the problem, pal." Jack spoke, his voice crisp, brimming with tension like he was going to reveal the gender of a yet to be born baby of gay parents.
I fought the urge to turn my head at him as I didn’t want to take my eyes away from the guards but Jack successfully gave me fear.
"What is it?" I asked.
Jack gulped, staring at Johnson.
"Right now, this man... he is only thinking of one thing."
"What is it?" I asked and my expectations weren’t very high with the answer and Jack proved me right.
"Infinite night stands with you until you can’t take it anymore and start biting his tool in anger. He is the final boss of a prostitute’s customer!"