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Nice story. Thanks for the reply.

The OP is just stealing others' prompts and reposting em, and this was one of mine.

So thank you for the story.

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Oh hot damn, you just word for word reposted my exact prompt.

https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/comments/pk9psr/wp_you_live_in_a_utopian_society_really_there_are/

Ooh that’s a fun idea

Awww! She got her lifetime fiend after all

Jerry was such a joyous little kid full of life and dreams, he was particularly fond of his older brother Filip and was thrilled almost ecstatic whenever they would spend time together, it didn't have to be something extravagant; Jerry was happy even if his brother would be sitting by his side, taking comfort in the silence of the moment.

But unfortunately Jerry was born with a severe health condition, he was trapped inside his own mind, not able to move his frail body nor able to speak any words that made sense. He couldn't communicate his feelings or needs, his pain or his happiness.

As time passed Jerry's whole world, his brother grew apart from him, and as his brother grew apart so was the will of Jerry to cling to life. He became weaker and weaker until his condition deteriorated even more, to the point of no return.

One day, while Jerry was laying in his bed alone, a gentle wraith-like figure emerged from the shadows of his room, a shadow with a face so well known to him, it was the face of his dear older brother Filip. Jerry immediately bleamed with happiness after such a long time, and for the first time in his life he managed to utter his first actual words; b-brother is that really you? Oh I've missed you so much my dear brother, why didn't you visit me earlier, I was all alone all this time.

And so the shadowy silhouette replied with a familiar and at the same time not a familiar voice; Dear child, oh dear child, you don't have to suffer no more, I'm here to soothe your pain away, I'm here to give you a voice, to give you a body that is able to run, to give you a body that is able to play around, you will be able to do anything you desire.

-F-filip.. you're not Filip, who are you?! Why do you have his face?? -Dear child, this is my only and last gift to you in this cruel world, I wanted to take you away with the face of your most beloved person in this world, to look at your brother's face for one last time. -If I follow you, I won't be able to see my brother anymore? -No I'm afraid, not at the time being, it's too soon for your brother to join you in the lands beyond yet. -If I follow you, will I be able to be normal, will I be able to walk side by side with my brother the next time I see him? Will I be able to do all the things I so long wished to do in this life? -Yea dear child, take my hand and I'll lead you to the realm beyond, where finally you can be happy and live without pain in your life. And so Jerry took the shadowy silhouette's hand and for the first time in his life felt his body light.

...echoes of laughter and joyous giggles could be heard from the land beyond. Jerry was finally free, the chains that were keeping him prisoner inside his own body were finally broken.

Moo

Turn the stone into a kidney stone, mayhapses! oh wait, stone kidneys....

Yes. Thank you for the nice words and observation.

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Jajaja certainly it conveys Lucifer's personality, but in his defense he wasn't very kin on killing... But Maze... Yeah she would get this guy completely 🤣

The blood and mud of the battle of the Somme in 1916

Really fun! Just fyi, I think the word you want instead of "beneficiary" is "benefactor."

If I could write anything other than dialogue well and could turn this into a book, I think I'd actually go for fluid logic for my magic computers.

"That's a very pretty magical fountain incantation."

"Fountain? That's my desktop pc. It's running a mundane game called Doom. If you look closely at the display part here, you can see the main character just blew the head off a demon."

"... I actually find that pretty offensive dude."

"... oh shit. Sorry. I forgot you're 1/4 demon on your mum's side. I'll load up Tetris instead."

I eat a slice of toast. It's the plainest, driest, most mediocre slice of toast I've ever eaten.

A great silent battle is being waged. It is a test of will, endurance and skill. The combatants: A dog desperately trying to get at their human's dinner, and the human, who is defending their home cooked meal.

A grad student of mathematics takes a rather esoteric approach to developing a thesis. The dean^† brings the student to discuss the paper since the faculty have been unusually distracted by the draft paper being passed around the building.

The student thinks he was brought in for disciplinary reasons, but the dean has other reasons.

^† we assume the dean acts as an administrator rather than as an expert if necessary for the story.

For most people, this would be terrifying. I mean apparently you go insane if you’re isolated all your life. But not for me, to me… reality is my isolation chamber. I never did good in school, my current job sucks, and nobody has EVER talked to me unless it was required. Since I zoned out in class a lot I got the title of weird kid which was basically the end of my social life. All this caused me to end up leaning into my daydreams practically 24/7 except there would always be someone to interrupt my happiness wether it would be my boss, a classmate/co-worker, or a teacher I could never continue my dreams, it’s like getting woken up right at the good part of your dream. But now I can finally achieve everything I’ve been dreaming of. I don’t have to worry about getting disturbed in my dream I’m finally free! It’s been about year since my isolation started and I’m still so happy. I’m don’t have to worry I’m safe in here-…… my kidnapper is back. He’s knocking on the door but it’s getting distorted? What’s happening?!?! He’s opening the door… “you’ve finally woken up.” Huh? “I know you don’t know me but I’m your great great great great grandson.” “WHO?!?” I shout with a panic but he remains calm “Your great great great great grandson. You’ve been stuck in a cryogenic sleep for many many years now but you’ve finally waken up.” He calmly smiles after he said that. I reach out to touch him. He’s my first human contact in a year I didn’t know I was so desperate for human body heat this bad… as I touch him his body is cold. Oh god. I begin to panic and scream then everything distorts again and I’m back. I’m back to where I was in the beginning. I’m back to my room. To the place for one whole year. My kidnapper comes in. He simply says “I can’t believe it you actually survived.” “What? What are you talking about???” “This all an experiment” I begin to feel enraged, he’s been doing this for an experiment?!?! “My buddy bet me 1 million dollars that no one could survive a year without human contact. He gave me 5 years to get it done. I took that bet foolishly but now I’ll be rich! Thank you so much!” “THIS WAS FOR A BET?!?!” “what? What’s wrong?” “How many people did you kidnap?!?!” “50 so far you were the only one to survive.” “Survive?!” “Everyone else went crazy and killed themselves with the fork I gave them to eat with.” This man is crazy. Immediately my fight or flight activated and I grabbed my fork and stabbed him in the eye. “OH MY GOD WHAT WAS THAT FOR? I ONLY LOCKED YOU IN A ROOM ALONE FOR A YEAR!” “THATS WHATS WRONG!” I shouted back. He thought he was god and could just toy around with people for no reason? I killed him. I killed him brutally. He bleed and his body stiffened and his eyes became unresponsive and I was alone once again. I ran out of that room hoping for Sun. But I realized that this whole place is an abandoned government building which the only way out was through an elevator that required his voice recognition. But he’s dead and never waking up. I guess I’m just doomed to wonder this building until I die. I guess this is my last recording with this broken down camera. I guess… if you’re watching this… im dead never waking up either. I’ll never see anyone again. I’m left to my daydreams until I die. Goodbye.

That actually explains a lot.

Today was one of those special days I assumed I would wake up from later. I had seen, in the span of fifteen seconds, some sort of lobster man crash through the window, an unsuspecting middleaged man get disembowled by the aforementioned monster, the untimely demise of the murderous bastard, and now a pink haired girl floating a few feet off of the ground, strange wand thing in hand, clad in a sparkly, frilly fairy princess dress I'd expect my five-year-old niece to wear out for Halloween.

She looked to the lobster corpse on the ground, then to me. I shifted uncomfortably, which apparently she took as an invitation to scream at me, "What did you do!?"

It had not been a great day leading up until this point, honestly, and my nerves had been frayed well before I saw another guy just a little older than me have his guts torn out of his torso. I confess that I shouted back at the strange, hovering teenager, "What does it look like? I shot him! He was coming right at me! He fucking clawed that other guy in half!"

As I waved at the balding, besuited man with my free hand - I was not about to shoot Marvin in the face - he tried to reach for me, "Help... help me please..."

At that point, the girl disappeared from my consciousness and I knelt down, grabbing the guy's hand. I was only trained for first aid and I was fairly certain this was in the realm of seventy-eigth aid. I don't know if a surgeon could have saved him if he was already on an operating table in a hospital. "What's your name?"

"D... Daniel. My name is Daniel."

"Okay Daniel, I need you to hold on. Stay awake for me. There's going to an--"

"Excuse me!" A voice interrupted.

I tried to ignore it and restarted, "There's going to be an am--" A slap to my face stopped my promise and I glared up. "WHAT!?"

Pink princess sparkle whatever glowered at me with her hands on her hips, "Killing is wrong!"

I blinked. I looked from the dying man on the floor to the dead monster. I touched a thumb to my temple and rested two fingers on my forehead as I trembled. "Ohmyfuckinggod," I half-sighed, half-grumbled before bellowing, "DO YOU THINK THAT I DON'T KNOW THAT!"

She floated back, eyes wide with shock. I guess people didn't tell off fairies or hallucinations very often. I waved back to lobster McGee, "Maybe you should have educated that fucker and I wouldn't have had to SHOOT HIM."

"I was tryi--"

"Please... mom... I need to call..."

My mind became a string of profanities as I knelt back down and tried to comfort the dying man, was his name David? Fuck. I fished his cellphone out of his pocket, "Okay buddy just hold on. What's her name?"

"Sparksong, what is wrong with you!?" I heard another voice, another teenaged girl, maybe older. This was getting tiresome. I didn't want to be here. I held up the phone to D... d... Daniel's - there we go! - to Daniel's face to try and unlock it.

"I was going to call you, but that man with the gun stopped me!"

"Bullshit!" The other girl spat before she dropped down beside me. I didn't really get a good look at her. "Sir, I'm going to need you to move if I'm going to save this man."

I looked to Daniel and pressed the now unlocked phone into his hands, "All yours, buddy." He turned his head to me, eyes lacking focus. It was hard to step away, but I did. I'm not sure why I listened, but at least this newcomer sounded reasonable.

I shuffled away and watched, tired, as the blue ponytailed, slightly taller, clearly older, and also dressed like a fairy princess girl formed a glowing green ball of light in her hands. She pressed it to the dying man and the magic began. Viscera slithered back inside him and flesh reknit in moments. Daniel fell asleep, but he was breathing regularly now.

Blue hair turned to me and smiled, "Thank you for helping. We're sorry we got you involved with this."

"What do you mean!? He killed Cancer!" Protested pink.

Wait, cancer?

"Sparksong, I know you got stuck with the love element, but Christ Almighty you need to stop it with this trying to change every last villain shit. I almost didn't get here in time to clean up your mess."

Lobster guy actually picked the name cancer? He wasn't even a crab...

"I could have saved him from himself, Angel."

And like, of all the names to pick, cancer? Really?

"Maybe if he wasn't actively trying to kill people. Sometimes, more times than I'd like, you've got to shoot the Joker."

I came out of my stupor to realize everyone but the girls and I had fallen asleep, "Uhh... what's going on?"

Blue girl, Angel I guess, looked at me, "Oh, that's right. You're immune to this spell."

"Well I guess that's an answer to my question, but why is everyone passed out?" I chalked up my strange calm to the fact that my adrenaline probably called it quits sometime during their argument.

"It's a spell to help uh... smooth our mistakes over. Mystery is working her magic and everyone so they forget. You'll remember, though."

I decided not to ask who Mystery was, "Why?"

She smiled sadly, "It's one of the ways into the magical world. Some of us get keys, wands, or trinkets to help us in. Killing a monster is another way. Welcome to the good guys."

This is adorable. Good job :)

Yep, I also remember it

"Squeaky, stay still so I can kill you!"

The giant purple furred hamster dodged another empty bottle, shattering against the wall with supernatural force. Squeaky usually wasn't too athletic, but it knew a life and death situation when it saw one.

"Wait, Mrs. Yamada, please listen! I had no choice!"

Junko Yamada, formerly Princess Protector Sapphire many years prior, ignored the creature's pathetic begging. Maybe next time it would consider the consequences of its actions, before roping another twelve year old girl into fighting some world ending disaster. If it lived through the next ten minutes, anyway.

"Mom, no! Squeaky is my friend!"

Jumping between her mother and the cowering hamster, Mimi Yamada (name in magical identity presently unknown) spread her arms out defensively. Junko froze mid-air, moments before impact.

"Mimi, honey," Junko said delicately, "just give Mommy a second here, okay? Me and Mr. Squeaky just have some important, grown up matters to discuss."

Belatedly, Junko lowered her fist, though only an inch or two, as her feet touched down once more on the living room carpet. Most of the furniture had been upturned by now, but Squeaky was running out of hiding spots. And it looked like the little bastard was quite aware of this, from how it timidly peeked out from behind Mimi's leg.

"Please, Mrs. Yamada," Squeaky said, voice quivering, "I swear, if there were any other option—I wouldn't have risked upsetting you of all people like this!"

That was a lot more believable than Junko wanted to admit. Pathetically, openly self-serving? Of course. Way too honest? Perhaps. But Junko had known Squeaky long enough to be certain it was too terrified to lie right now.

"That's ridiculous," Junko insisted, though she had a sinking feeling that "ridiculous" and magical girls often went hand in hand. "You told me yourself, any daughter of a magical girl can use the Staff! Why did it have to be Mimi?"

"Well... yes," Squeaky admitted, nodding along nervously. "It's just, um, well you see—"

Junko raised up a foot threateningly, dangling it right over Squeaky's head.

"Just spit it out already, you damn rodent!"

"Mimi is the only one!" Squeaky cried out, waving its tiny paws frantically. "There aren't any other daughters the right age! ...Or at all, really."

"Eh?"

This was enough to give Junko pause, if only from the unexpected angle. She didn't lower her foot, not quite ready to back down nor follow through. It wouldn't hurt to at least hear Squeaky out, she supposed.

"There's no way that's true," Junko said, a little less confident than she wished she could be. "There were dozens of magical girls my age alone—I met most of them, over the years. There must be at least a hundred old enough to be raising children, if not more! How could Mimi possibly be the only one?"

Squeaky cautiously backed away from Junko's foot, coming around to the other side of Mimi's leg. The girl in question looked nearly as nervous as Squeaky, eyes darting between her mother and her strange magical companion.

"Um... Mom?" Mimi said, at last finding her voice now that Squeaky's life didn't seem in immediate danger. "H-How many of your former teammates would you say are, um... married?"

"Huh?" Junko's head raised up from the floor, carelessly stomping down where Squeaky had been standing just moments prior. "At least a few? Yuyu and Kimiko were basically together from the start, and then Reina ended up with that other girl from—Oh... oh no."

Panic starting to set in, Junko mentally reviewed every magical girl she had ever met in any setting more casual than imminent doom. One of them had to have a husband, right? Any of them...?

"There, there, Mom," Mimi patted her shoulder awkwardly. "It's okay, I know you love Daddy a whole lot. There's nothing wrong with liking men!"

Trying not to curse her entire generation of magical girls, Junko took several deep breaths. There was nothing wrong with liking women either, of course. But did it really have to be all of them? Everyone but Junko?

"Also, um," Mimi started, pulling back a little, holding her arms against herself nervously. "Would this be a bad time to mention I kissed one of my teammates last night?"

Junko nearly shouted something. Anything. But then she thought better of it, and simply let out a sigh.

At least her adoptive grandchildren wouldn't be in any danger of this.

Humanity makes first contact with aliens, and it’s the humans who arrive on an alien planet.